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Hearing this name, Zephyr Khan couldn't help but be curious, because these four words had been said by the Nine Netherbird more than once, and every time they were mentioned, there was an unconcealable hatred in its mouth. From the other party's information, Zephyr Khan knew that the so-called "old thief" should be an expert who created this secret land. He was curious as to why the Nine Netherbird had been sealed in this space for such a long time. "No matter what, if you sincerely cooperate with me, and this so-called 'undead old thief' is indeed a b*stard, then I don't mind to help you..." "Just you?" There was obviously a hint of doubt in the Nine Netherbird's eyes.

When it resolved, he was closer to the camera, almost whispering. "There are three stones. Three consciousnesses. The Aethel is the youngest, the most desperate for a partner. The others feed differently. They don't want love. They want worship. They've been hunting the Aethel for three centuries, ever since it escaped them. Ever since it chose..." He coughed. Wiped blood from his lip. Cut off mid-sentence. The video jumped. A symbol appeared angular, old, with no name anyone still remembered and Elara's stone pressed hard against her sternum. Julian made a sound through his teeth that wasn't quite human.

Made of books and scrolls and memories written on reality itself. "Welcome." A voice speaks from everywhere. "I've been expecting you, Aurora Sinclair. And your mates. And your quest for eternity." A figure appears. Neither male nor female. Neither young nor old. Just timeless. The Chronicler. "You know why we're here?" I ask. "I know everything." They smile. "I record it all. Your past. Your future. Your every choice. It's written here. In infinite books. Infinite possibilities. Infinite outcomes." "Then you know if we succeed." Zephyr's voices echo. "If we find a way to be eternal together."

Andres was up early the next morning, preparing for the day. He had just arrived at Quaint Hotel and finished tidying up when Cohen burst in, pale and clutching at his phone. "Andres! Something terrible has happened!" Before Cohen could continue, Andres' phone rang. He held up a finger to silence him and answered the call. As he listened, his gaze shifted to Cohen's phone, where an image stopped him cold. The once-familiar pink Cullinan was now charred black, surrounded by the smoldering remains of Eterna Haven. Smoke billowed from the scene, and a stretcher held a body covered by a white sheet nearby.

I had given him a profound piece of information that he was most likely going to give anyway. “How did you know this?” The moment he asked, I knew it was the right time to reveal the truth; I was Lilith from the past and just like Mr. Halway had predicted, our destiny had been placed on the same pedestal. “That's because the age long lady, who you have wished to see, has always been with you, but we both didn't know it.” He paused for a moment, staring at me deep in the eyes, before realization hit him. “You are Lilith Incarnate!” He stated in a rather hush tone and further in whispers as well.

I felt so happy. "She is so tiny!" Raymond exclaimed as I giggled. I couldn't ask for more. A happy family. Everything. In the end, I realized, 'There's no couple like us. We are different from everyone. Because our relationship is based on obsession not on love. We are each other's obsession. I was an idiot for not to realize that little thing that our obsession is our love for each other. Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION.' THE END

Nobody else was willing to take the chance, but my father didn’t want to spend the rest of eternity without her. “Yup, I still worry that he might suddenly start to grow old.” I voiced my fear knowing that I could. My mother was the only person who really understood how I felt. Having an extraordinary child with an uncertain future. Our scientists believed that Friedrich had actually stopped growing, which was some relief, but he was a new kind of hybrid. He wasn’t just the son of a vampire and a wolf. He was the son of the new ancient. He could die at any moment without explanation or he could live an immortal life for all we knew.

As they approached the sacred grounds, the air seemed to hum with a palpable energy—an anticipation of the discussions that would shape the future of their kind. The entrance to the elders' sanctum loomed before them, adorned with intricate carvings that told the tales of generations past. Seraphina, her scarlet eyes glinting with a mix of reverence and determination, led the way. Adrian, his werewolf features a testament to the unity forged in recent battles, followed closely, while the hybrid child walked beside them, a living symbol of the prophecies that had unfolded.

Grace Winter gave a kick on her stomach. "Don't ever appear in front of me. If you do, It will be your last day" Jarel Hall gave her a warning before he left the place with Grace Winter. Back to the present, Katherine thought after the graduation from high school her life will become better, but she was wrong once again. She will never able to escape from this hell. She wants to end everything. Katherine punched the mirror with the strength she has. It was cracked all over the place. Katherine took a piece of glass and slit her wrist. The blood dripped from her wrist and reached the floor. Katherine was happy thinking that she was going to have an eternal sleep which she was longing for. Kat

Alexander caught her . “What did it say?” She didn’t answer at first. Then, quietly: “It’s a choice. One or the other. I can’t have both.” He stared at her, jaw clenched. “Then we change the ending.” But the ending had already begun. In the shadows beyond the vault, someone was watching them. Not a ghost, not a keeper. But a man with a sigil burned into his wrist—the Broken Flame, long thought dead. A rogue faction of the old society. And they had no interest in bindings, or bloodlines, or balance. They wanted the fire unleashed.