Eternal Tales Novels & Stories

The final chapter of the saga was the Eternal-Shift. The "Great-Story" had moved beyond "Conflict," "Resolution," and "Development." It had reached the state of Permanent-Operation. The Union was now a "Self-Writing-Book" that added a "Infinite-Pages" every second, yet never "Ended." The "Sovereignty" was no longer a "Goal"; it was the "Atmosphere."

Meanwhile, Erito’s both hands were seen hugging tightly his elder brother, without any thought to release his hug. “Their bodies are eternal… Their loves are eternal as well… Their handsome, gorgeous, perfect faces are eternal…” uttered Rendy Pluto. “Their attractive, charming and perfect bodies are also eternal…” mumbled Pierre Zhaopardy. “Is this the so-called eternal love?” Paul Jayden’s rhetorical question was heard.

“What the hell are eternal mates, and why have we never heard of this before?” “Uncle Adrian,” Leander draws Adrian’s eye. “We don’t know why it’s such a well-kept secret, but eternal mates are incredibly rare. It’s not just a wolf thing; it’s an every species in existence thing. “The book Lorcan found was well hidden in a place no one has been in centuries. The book is about as big as a notepad and contains the words of someone who knew more than the word of eternal mates.” “Can you explain what that means?”

However, these questions would come later. Grandpa Winks smiled at her question. The older gentleman stroked his beard stubble as he sat down more comfortably. He was expecting this question. And he had already prepared a reply, "We are eternals. Eternals are an ancient race, one as old as time itself. We were present when the Universe was made. And we will be in millions of years to come. Only the destruction of the universe, would cause our race to die out." Maia was startled by the answer. How could a race exist from the beginning of the cosmos itself? She looked at her ancestor in doubt, hoping the man would be clearer with his explanation.

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

I say again as I press the numbers on the keypad. As soon as I place the last digit, I hear a click and I turn around. A part of the wall near the TV has protruded and it now looks like a door. I rush off the bed and I hurriedly make my way into the opened wall that looks like a door. As soon as I enter, I hear a strange deep voice. “She’s in here!”

“Well, strangers things have happened I'm sure." I wouldn’t be telling her about my curse, so I left it at that. She stroked her fingers against her baby's soft hair for another minute or two. “Have you ever been to Otherworld, the home of the Seelie Fae Court? I've always wondered what it's like there.” Otherworld was sort of like a pocket dimension, it was part of the earth but not really. The Seelie Fae were the good fairies that lived there. “No, I haven’t” She nodded her head.

“THE REVENGE” “Come along with me kids and help me with the mansion tour” Our father smiled. “Sure.” I nodded in approval. My dad started off by showing our huge front door. A front door that could accommodate a family of giraffes. “That’s huge” Caroline chuckled. We moved to our living-dining-kitchen. The living-dining-kitchen area was one spacious area with unbelievable long range mountain views from every spot. Vaulted wood ceilings, beautiful walnut floors, comfortable and quality furnishings, and plenty of amenities make for total relaxation.

Chapter 92: Eternal In the depths of time, long after Isabella and Luca had passed from the physical realm, their legacy remained etched in the collective consciousness of humanity. The flame of justice, compassion, and equality that they had ignited continued to burn, its radiance transcending the limitations of mortal existence.

Another cart of food was brought in, and we quickly dug in whilst getting back to sorting through the mountain of ancient tomes. After eating my fill of fruit tarts, and honeyed pastries, I plopped down on Azrael’s lap. Together we sat at the desk along the far wall, facing Orion who was seated on the sofa across the room. Nestled against his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder, I began to scan the pages he flitted through. Most were legends about the beasts and how they’d travel throughout the cosmos, both omniscient and immortal. The pages were littered with smaller stories about knights waging wars in their names, and kingdoms not of this world making sacrifices in hopes of receiving a