Eternal Weavers Novels & Stories

He cocks his head, “Don't know. If some of the prophecies are true, then no one can control you, because there were only a few beings that none could control, and all are long since gone.” I wonder if he's referring to any I have studied, “What prophecies?” He thinks for a minute, “You'll have to find someone older than me. All I know is, there will be a leader, unlike the others, who will unite the immortals and humans. This leader will fight to keep the balance. One existed long ago, but according to legend, she was just a witch who was bitten by a werewolf. She was just a normal hybrid, but an excellent warrior. You're nothing like that. So I am unsure about any of the prophecies now. You

“You read too far, Curator.” I try to speak, but my mouth doesn’t work. She crosses the room without sound and lifts her hand. Not in threat, but in mourning. “You weren’t meant to know yet. But the weave is thinning. And the storm is early.” Her hand brushes my temple and suddenly I see everything. The first Weavers binding the loom with living names. The bloodlines chosen.Not for purity or power, but for resonance. Souls that could echo through time. Souls that could be tuned.

No one knew where those in the Everlasting would go once they crossed the Everlasting Door. After that, there had not been another everlasting being for several epochs, up to ten billion years. It was all because the Everlasting Path was too difficult... Where could one find everlasting life in loneliness and emptiness? Hence, only the nine Eternals from the Eternal Dominion in the Chi universe were locked in constant strife... because the Eternal Path was getting narrower, and the heavenly law would kill them if they were somewhat careless. It seemed God was unwilling to let these overpowering powerhouses continue to exist. If the powerhouses in the Eternal Realm wished to continue moving f

Their expertise wasn’t just valued; it was revered. One Lumina, a wizened elder with eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of centuries, particularly fascinated Jay. This Lumina, known only as "The Weaver," was renowned for her mastery of the luminous plant fibers, her ability to create garments that were not only beautiful but also possessed remarkable properties. She could weave fibers so fine that they were almost invisible to the naked eye, creating garments that were both incredibly strong and exquisitely delicate. Jay observed her with rapt attention, watching the way her nimble fingers moved, her expressions conveying a quiet confidence in her skills. He saw the reverence in which the o

“His line was that he brought them forth from the inner earth to destroy the Roman invaders of Pictland.” Tancorix looked at her sideways. “You don’t accept that readily, correct?” “Correct. I know Drust very well. I know what he’s really after in life, but that’s always unattainable.” “And that is?” Weaver sighed loud and spread her arms out and looked up as if to embrace the heavens. “Immortality. Piss on the Romans.” “One cannot live forever,” Tancorix nodded, looking at her own hands. Weaver dropped her arms but kept looking up. “It’s a terrible thing when one has lived longer than all living men, for centuries and then, one starts to die having never found the answer to immortality.”

🌑 Chains of Eternity Kael’s eyes fluttered open to a sky that wasn’t a sky. Above him stretched a vast, blood-red dome, swirling with slow, lazy currents of crimson mist. It wasn’t clouds, not really—more like a living sea suspended in the heavens, its depths glimmering faintly with shadows that might have been wings, or teeth, or both. The weight of it pressed down on him, suffocating in its vastness, yet no wind stirred the air.

Chapter 7: The Invisible Threads The ethereal realm of fate seemed to tighten its grip, weaving an intricate web that drew Adrian and Seraphina inexorably closer with each passing moment. Despite their best efforts to maintain a distance, the mysterious pull between them intensified, its invisible threads weaving a tapestry of destiny that neither could fully comprehend nor resist.

Gavin smiled a bit at us. “Well, then since everyone is complete here, shall we go and start our journey for this day! Cordelia, please do the honors,” Blair said to her sister, Cordelia as she offered her a big pair of golden scissors as Cordelia sears through the whitenribbon making the opening of the first ever zoo official. “Ladies and gentlemen, let us now enjoy the beauty and wonders of the animal kingdom in the city of New York. Let us go!” Blair said as many people, particularly children, were rushing in to see the big and exotic animals.

Is he adopted? "This is Chester, my last born," Aunt Brenda introduced before turning to another girl, who I was sure was about our age. "This is Gaile, Chester's twin," she added before pointing to a young girl who was by Tito Charlie's side. "And this is Chessa, our eldest." I can see Lienzo turning to look at the young woman like his age. Even Chessa's smile on my brother didn't escape my eyes; that's why I didn't do anything but squint in my seat.

“Absolutely.” I, Sidapa, God of Death, made a friend. *salakab - hand woven basket used to store fish. In this story, the salakab is used as storage for souls that have undecided fates to be continued