Eternal Thief Novels & Stories

She was in the air, looking down at her kingdom of dirt like a god who had decided to start the Great Flood. "The merger is dead," Eleanor’s voice crackled, devoid of any grandmotherly warmth. "The Sterling Tower is a tomb. But the heir... the heir is still viable. Silas, retrieve the girl. Eliminate the rest." A figure stepped to the edge of the helicopter’s open door. It wasn't Silas. It was the Imposter Ethan. He looked down at us, a bandage across his throat where the real Ethan had struck him, a submachine gun cradled in his arms. He looked identical to the man slumped beside me, but his eyes were empty—a shark in a custom suit.

"You are my eternal mate. I will never forsake you." Finally, his family—the Valkyries—agreed. But they had one condition. He could leave the vampire world with me. But first, he had to sleep with Liliana, the pureblood noblewoman. He had to give his family a new, powerful heir. Dorian held me, his voice tight with desperation. "Please, Freya. Just wait a little longer. A few more years, and we can go to the human world. We can have our eternity." I waited. Night after night, he went to her bed. A hundred nights of betrayal passed before she finally conceived.

"The event starts in five minutes. It's a 'Tower Defense' scenario. My favorite." Ren sat in the Guild Master’s throne at the head of the room. It felt comfortable. Too comfortable. "Brief me," Ren commanded. Jinx pulled up the quest data, projecting it into the air. QUEST: THE LIBRARY OF ETERNITY TYPE: Tower Defense / Horde Mode. OBJECTIVE: Protect the Ancient Data Core. ENEMIES: The Shadow-Weaver Cult. WAVES: 10. REWARD: 30,000 Gold (Split 3 ways).

Survival, I am learning, is sometimes just choosing not to open certain wounds. The air shifts. Reality tightens like a held breath. Eternal stands in the center of the hall. She does not arrive. She is simply there. Seventeen forever. Silver-and-black hair caught between states. Eyes mismatched and endless. “I have information,” she says. Her voice is layered—Tempest beneath something older. “The pain shared it while I held it suspended.” Every hammer in the hall stills. “Emptiness is not destroying what it consumes,” Eternal continues. “It is storing it. Compressing matter, memory, and concept into a pocket dimension outside conventional reality.”

he said, "not everything." Rowan frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" Alessio spoke from his chair near the fire, his voice low, almost reluctant. "Well, he is called the Eternal Thaumarch for a reason." The title hung in the air, heavy and ancient. Rowan looked at Edric—at the lined face, the silver hair, the hands that had seen centuries of work. "You knew," Rowan said slowly. "You knew what was happening. What would happen."

"You weren't confused. You just never saw me as your own daughter." Then I hung up and blocked her number, too. On my fifth day in Kingsley City, Tyler finally returned from tutorials. He was tall and lean, wearing black-rimmed glasses with a slightly shy smile. "Are you Stella Morrow? I've heard so much about you." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "My mother insisted I study under your guidance." I asked him directly, "What was your score this year?" "1001." "And where are you aiming for?"

“You must make him give it to you.” The dungeon bells rang. My jaw clenched. I turned away without another glance, my boots echoing as I strode toward the open doors. I already knew why the bells had been sounded. And as I stepped into the corridor, my suspicions were confirmed. ___________ Zeke. The thief who had stolen my salvation. He was bold, I’d give him that, but he was weak. Stupid. And worst of all, mine. Fate be damned. Curses be damned, because I would not—could not—be tied to this reckless, mouthy creature who knew nothing of silence, of obedience.

they exclaimed at the creature that attacked us. "The minds of the Elders are closed to our grievances, man, but Señior Matt, Señior Dracula as well as Maria Vero and Maria Irene took steps to get us out of this dungeon, the 1,000 years of our imprisonment became only 600 years because of We'll just wait for them before we get out of the dungeon, they're so smart that we're just waiting, thinking they're going to kill us all because the one we sided with was their fierce opponent in the war," he said, they are the ones who fought together in the 90's war? David's friend suddenly spoke to them.

Eden kneels in the sand, his scars unraveling into threads that stitch the horizon with our worst ghosts-the cabin burning, Kael's corpse, the Weaver's needle poised above his crib. The Thief watches from a throne of shattered hourglasses. "You can have him back. If you surrender the heart."

He offered his life for the sacred creature dying in The Captain’s arms. Instead, the fallen creature granted them all immortality. Turning them into the Aeternus Tutela, Eternal Guardians. Frozen as they were for the rest of time. Forever Knights. Which was how they came to be known. Nearing the bottom of the parchment page, she cried out upon reading the names of the Knight, and his war horse, Sivikon. Sebastian Bodane. Who became greatly empowered beyond what many others were. A gift for his intended sacrifice. “Forever Knights.” Elsabet breathed. Trying out the words.