Eternal Weavers Novels & Stories

The country revealed so many things about Levi, and with the new enemies and friends formed, Maya found out that Levi was actually an ancient demon who's lived for hundreds of years. She was his mate, and his demonic powers were so powerful they were almost in par with those of the demon Lord, who had already found his mate a long time ago. Slowly, the naive girl's eyes widened to the new world she had stepped into, and eventually she draws Levi into her world too, and with a few adventures he realizes that his feelings had grown too much to keep being hidden.

Pierce was gone, but I had already married him in my heart. I wore the ring he had placed on my finger, and I would live in this world in his place. It wasn’t until later that I discovered the name of the diamond ring Pierce had given me—Eternal Love. He would love me forever. (The End)

Shola sent with sick-looking emojis. "Ooh nooooo... Are you making fun of me !? But it makes sense little witch. When I'm able to make great drawings like you, I'll be able to boast of your pencils as my best teachers... I could put them up for auction if you like ! You naughty devil !" "Oh, I was just teasing you Fèmi, don't take it the wrong way. Of course I'll gladly offer you new pencils if that's what you want. I too started with small beginnings and today I haven't evolved that much either." Shola sent with emojis all red.

She tried to wake from her dream, but was imprisoned to watch the scene unfold. In front of her, women were working, their black hats bobbed as their charcoal, long black dresses swayed like shadows against the blood red earth. They were pulling at things, reeds maybe from a large lake. Suddenly a wail shattered the silence as a black figure rose from the horizon and plummeted down, flying across the fields, heading towards the women. As it finally landed, the women straightened up to watch. They were not afraid. They were elated, crying with happiness, welcoming the dark mass as if it was returning home to them.

Kieran gulped as he carried on reading. “It does not walk, for it has no need; it does not breathe, as it has no use. It is here; it is there; therefore, it is everywhere. For you are damned, child; you can call it whatever you want, a king, a god or more. It is…” The cathedral darkened. Not with a shadow but with an absence. The constellations above blinked out, one by one, until only a single spiral remained, a burning gold against the void.

“The child does not belong to the pattern.” Eternity is a sequence of hunger and consumption, It is a long, dark thread that pulls the fabric of the physical world into the mouth of the abyss, we have tasted the souls of kings, the screams of stars, and the hollow echoes of those who thought they were gods.

A spectator would have mistaken them for four mad men who had successfully escaped the asylum. "We are Eternals. Our will is eternal. We will rise with the Supreme One. The Universe cannot bind us. For we are its binders." In this strange atmosphere filled with the crazed looks of possibly crazy men, this solemn vow was recited. The emperor looked towards where the illusionary eternal throne stood, with the actual King of Eternal Empire seated on it and said with a kind smile, "Girl, you best remember that."

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

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

instead of “Using” Lightning flashed, illuminating the sigils beneath Alpha Sera’s skin. It was faint, inverted, ancient. Not Alpha markings. It was far older. Something that pre-dated them. Astrid staggered backwards. “You’re not council-born,” she breathed. “You’re—” “A Weaver,” Alpha Sera finished. “One of the last.” She added. The word hit like a blade. Weavers were myths. Scapegoats blamed for the Blood Moon Wars and said to twist fate, not power.