Eternal Soul Novels & Stories

His eyes far away as though he’s remembering the event, like it was yesterday. “Gods can die?” I ask in disbelief. I’d believed them to be eternal. Immortal. “Yes child. Not much can harm us. For the most part, we are immortal. But we are primitive beings and we like power. We created our own weapons. Only a weapon of the Gods can kill Gods. When we die our physical body perishes, but our soul lingers on. We can if we choose, bond our soul to that of a mortal being. As Cora has with you.” He explains, as though he’s teaching, and I’m his student.

I needed to find a way out of the trap my father had built around me. "Is there a way to break a soul wound?" I asked. Cornelius made a sound that might have been a laugh. "Not one created by infernal royalty. Those are eternal. They last until the contract is fulfilled or the souls involved are completely destroyed." "Complete destruction." "Yes." His eyes glowed brighter. "Which would mean true death. No afterlife. No rebirth. Just oblivion." That wasn't an option. "So my only choice is to go back to hell."

Andres' voice in the video sounded indifferent and dismissive. Camellia's mind flashed back to the day Andres received the beads. "Cam, I'll always keep these with me, even in death," he had promised. The color drained from Camellia's face. She wanted to cry and let out all the pain, but no tears came. The light in her eyes had faded completely. Late at night, as the world slept, no one noticed when Eterna Haven went up in roaring flames. Andres was up early the next morning, preparing for the day.

Once the flames of fire were dancing high enough to keep them warm and to scare wild creatures away, Atlas magically arranged dinner of roasted meat, vegetables, and even got wine. He raised his glass. "To the beautiful woman next to me." Darina blushed and made a sip. Atlas was unnaturally quiet, staring into the fire, and Darina started the conversation to brighten the evening. "How is it to be a spirit? Do you ever feel lonely?" "Eternal life is a blessing and a curse," he replied coolly. "I do get bored, lonely, happy, sad. All the same, like mortals—just for eternity."

"Your consciousness has been transferred to the core server. You are pure data now. No decay. No pain. No end." "We're ghosts in the machine," Alex says, looking at his luminous hands. "You are residents," Echo corrects. "This is the Afterlife I built for you. A paradise of your own design. You can live here forever. You can create worlds. You can relive memories. You can be young. You can be together." It sounds perfect. Eternal youth. Eternal pleasure. Eternal us. "However," Echo says. The titan leans down. "There is a choice."

Right before our blood-oath ceremony, my mate, Darius, said he needed to forge a blood bond with another woman. Livia—the woman who had supposedly saved his life. “I have to forge a temporary, life-sharing bond with Livia. She’s dying, Isolde. Her life source is failing.” Darius’s gaze was heavy. My hands stilled over the Eternal Blood. The potion was for our ceremony. It was meant to ensure the soul-link between fated mates would never fray.

"When...when I brought you back to life few weeks ago.... She paused avoiding his gaze again "Yeah?" Ryan whined waiting for her to continue "Well, it turns out....it turns out your spirit got reborn as a new soul... She paused again "Yeah?" Ryan urged "Your original soul is..dead" She added He stopped breathing, a blank expression covered his handsome features "Oh..okay...so..." He arched she hesitated and took a quick glance at him "Well since your original soul died and a new soul is in you now? then you... you've lost all your immortality..

“The child does not belong to the pattern.” Eternity is a sequence of hunger and consumption, It is a long, dark thread that pulls the fabric of the physical world into the mouth of the abyss, we have tasted the souls of kings, the screams of stars, and the hollow echoes of those who thought they were gods.

Then from that intense vortex, the Spirit of those Corpse appeared and give life to the Corpse. Their eyes that was blank turned lively and they sighed deepest and longest, as if they were holding the breath so long time. Now, they were never be called a Corpse anymore. As they were awakened, eyes open; they now have an eternal life that once been taken away from them! They shuddered and whispered, as if to cast a spell through the world, “Lunas, Mated Witches, the Ultimate Child of the Brighest Moon and the Almighty Sun, awakened and accept the bestowal of Eternal Life!”

The vast power of heaven and earth within him surged endlessly and inexhaustibly; if anyone whispered his true name in the depths of their consciousness, he would instantly detect it. Achieving completeness in three lifetimes, realizing the true self, he belonged to those who truly achieved immortality, with an undying flesh and an immortal soul! Whether in the past or the future, he would forever stand tall above the river of time, transcending the three realms and not bound by the five elements.