Novel & Cerita Eternal Tales

To children? Or are they truly just that depraved? Everything happens for a reason. Not in the biblical way, but in the universal laws that determine cause and consequence. Every action will have an equal and opposite reaction. Just like every positive will always have to be balanced by a negative. Most children get bedtime stories, I was always lulled to sleep by the laws of physics or lectures that Nature itself was the only god that fit the bill religions try to sell. The only ‘story’ Syvern would ever tell was that poetic and harrowing tale of the Champions turned gods. The creation of his world Eteria, and consequently the Isle.

I am still so aware of his touch and start to feel the need to be touched in more ways by him growing, but the nervousness that the court produces in me starts to wane. ​The woman who performed the Binding last night stands up, she has a kind face even though her teeth are out. I wasn’t used to seeing them and raised my eyebrows in surprise. She chuckles as if reading my mind and begins speaking, “Ms. Astor, welcome to the Eternal Court. I am Eira Caerwyn. We are the head of the Eternal Order. We each play a role in this court. I personally am in charge of lore and the Binding. It is my expertise as I have performed and examined all Binding marriages in the 200 year Accord existence.” She ta

With a final, deliberate motion, Nina let out a sigh of satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she watched the last vestiges of resistance leave me. I was hers — body, mind, and soul — and there was no escaping the darkness she had unleashed. “I don’t want to lose myself,” I managed to whisper, my voice trembling as her words danced around my mind like a siren’s song. “You won’t lose yourself, Elias,” she promised, her voice dripping with honeyed temptation. “You will become something greater. You will join me in eternity.” It was a promise that hung in the air, thick and heavy with implications I could scarcely fathom.

he rustled. “Lyra,” I said. “She’s not gone. She’s… scheduled.” Vanilla’s starlit eyes deepened. He produced a data-crystal, thinner and more complex than any he’d brought before. “I have been cross-referencing the Cartographers’ logs with… less official travel manifests. There are rumors. Of a place not on any map. A resort.” “A resort?” Lina scoffed. “She’s trapped at a cosmic spa?” “The ‘Eternal Repose,’” Vanilla said, his voice dropping. “It is a myth. A sanctuary for beings of pure narrative energy who have… earned a rest. But it is exclusive. By invitation only. The ultimate retirement community.”

May you enjoy your new eternity. The one without me.

His expression was bright with excitement, but the look in his eyes shows that he was clearly going through a mess of different feelings. It had been a while since he was back. And as they approached the mountain pass, the defensive wards started glowing, and Willow pulled out a token—it was ash-gray and inscribed with the word Eternia. Eternal longevity was the ultimate dream of all cultivators, after all—who wouldn't want to live forever? However, Caleb and the others didn't get it—why the Eternia Seminary? That was when the token glowed dazzlingly. And the defensive ward parted just like double doors, revealing an entrance.

Then the visions hit. They crash over me in waves, not memories exactly but fragments of something ancient and shared. I see the temple as it was thousands of years ago, whole and gleaming, guardians standing where the elders now kneel, their bodies marked with the same violet spirals, wielding shadows and light like weapons against a darkness that tried to swallow the valley. I see myself, or someone who looks like me, standing beside a man who looks like Kael, hands joined, power roaring between them to seal the wards. The images shift faster, showing battles won, betrayals that cracked the stone, a final desperate rite that sealed the heart of the temple away until two souls strong enough

"But first, let me take Seraphina to her resting chambers. Her meat suit is exhausted from being in dragon form for so long." "How long was she like that?" Hazel asked. "Almost three days. Her dragon got angry after her Eternal was kidnapped." "Her Eternal?" Hazel questioned. "Eternals are what we call our mates, since once we meet our mates, we get to live for an eternity if no one kills us," Layla explained while she took Seraphina in her arms. "That's fascinating," Declan was amused. They all followed Layla into the resting chambers. "Woah, this is nice," Declan praised as he noticed the sky outside through the open crater atop the gigantic nest that Layla placed Seraphina in.

With the multiverse breathing easier, drawing life-giving air into cosmic lungs that had been constricted by conflict for far too long, I knew it was time to build something that would last beyond any single lifetime or generation. We created the Eternal Academy not merely a school, but a living nexus where time itself bent to accommodate learning across generations, species, and entire realities. The magnificent structure floated serenely above a river composed of liquid memory, its walls reflecting the essence of every soul who entered seeking knowledge. Its foundations were woven from mystical threads drawn from every world I had saved, every life I had touched, creating a tapestry of int

Vero murmured. “Yes,” her father whispered. “After all the vampire hunters were dead, The Queen gathered sympathizers of the vampire hunters and formed a shadowy army,” her mother said. Then she exchanged glances with her father. “Just like us.” The story raised a big question mark in Vero’s mind. “That means... Etana has a long lifespan? Wasn’t that war a long time ago?” “Yes, Vero. Just like vampires, vampire hunters are blessed with long life and eternal youth,” her mother answered.