Eternally Damned Novels & Stories

"We drag their sorry asses before us and decide their fate based on whatever shit they've been up to. Could be a slap on the wrist, could be getting their access to the outer regions revoked. Depends on how creative they've been with their mischief." Dad chimed in, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and malice. "And sometimes," he said, his voice like velvet over steel, "they fuck up so spectacularly that we drop them straight down to one of the lower circles. Eternal damnation express, if you will." Sebastian's eyebrows shot up. "Damn," he muttered. "That's... intense." I couldn't help but laugh at his expression. "Welcome to Hell, babe. We don't fuck around."

"Yes, I'm good now. I'm happy to hear that you're also secure. Lotus, we made it through. Finally, the threat has passed. It's done. She calmed me with her touch and words by pointing out that we had overcome the darkness together. A sense of calm and the prospect of a better future started to take the weight of the recent events off my shoulders. The Council of Elders passed swift and stern judgment when they removed Damon. He was given the ultimate punishment for his crimes against both humanity and members of his own race, eternal death.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll ruin you right here.” “Maybe I want to be ruined.” He stilled, jaw tight. “Careful, princess. Don’t tempt me.” I smirked up at him, breathless, reckless. “I thought you liked a woman with claws.” His curse came out strangled this time. “Per l’amor di Dio.” (For the love of God.) I was still on my knees, wrists red from his tie, lips swollen and sticky, when Lucian pulled back with a groan that rattled through my bones.

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

"You don’t have a say at this point. Do it or your emotions will blow us up." I took a deep breath and puffed on the cigarette in my hand. "Are you sure the demons helping us are really on our side?" "Yes. Those are my demons. My life is tied to them. If I die, they die. And if they betray me, they will perish, never to return except with the lost soul in the depths of hell." "Those souls that you take — the unworthy ones, the unwanted — where do they end up?" "Pits of hell. The hottest part of hell. They will burn for eternity, and they will feel every bit of it. Their souls will never die, will never be reborn." He answered, and I swallowed hard.

Something about the satisfied look in his eyes just made me realize how eternally damned my soul had to be in order for me to be mated to such a monster. “Just do it Alvaria, don’t fight it. The eternal fire is not a tolerable way to die. You will forever be burning in the circle of hellfire for an eternity and your soul shall never know no rest. There is no way to get out of a deal bound by blood and with the Lord of the underworld himself…just live to fight another day. All that you have to do is “I do” and all of this will be over ,”

I'd never heard another hunter who dated a vampire. Vampires were damned. That was how hunters viewed them, as evil, damned, demonic creatures. They were stuck with immortality and a sick need for blood and a wicked streak that made them relish death – with the exception of Anthony and his brothers. We, as hunters, were the enemies who could stop them. We were nothing like them. Our immortality helped us do good. We felt no pleasure from killing and torturing. It was our job, our responsibility to stop them. But that responsibility took so much away.

That made her think of Chris. How they were so different. He said she was the only Potential he had ever wanted to be different with. If she was this important, why had he been willing to let her go when he thought she didn't want to be with him. He loved her. Loved her so much that he didn't want her to be forced to anything, even if her decision might hurt him. "Can't you just find another one? Humans can." "It is harder for us. As long as we are still attached to a Potential, we can't find another one. Even for dead hearts like ours, it takes time for us to move on. Sometimes it takes all the time we will ever have. Immortal as we are."

LEGION'S POV "I should have listened to my father. It is true that the fires of Hades cannot be compared to the fury of a woman," King Damian retreated to his chair, and my eyes followed, “Erilyn gave her soul to the darkness, she was not to be forgotten so easily. Black magic became her ritual, her belief, and on the day I was mated she gave a curse, a curse she fixed with her life. My son was to be a beast like his father and his father before him, but his lust for blood would not be subdued. He would transform past the boundaries the moon had carved, he would feast on the living, mortal, and immortal, and kill even those he called beloved. Those that gave him love."

Fèmi also responded with funny emojis. "Unfortunately, my prison here has a thousand exit doors. Of course, I should be happy to take advantage of them and escape, but I could quickly end up in solitary confinement if even the smallest percentage of my escape fails. So, thank you, I don't want to experience a traumatic escape movie." Shola sent, this time with teary-eyed emojis.