Eternally Damned Novels & Stories

He stared at me, "Yeah, the demon system. All demons have to register by 13 with the DMA. They have them in the human realm as well. Your parents should have helped you." I looked away, "Lets say for instance... I didn't have the best childhood and parents were absent." I didn't look up at him. I couldn't meet his eyes. I felt ashamed. Demons are known for there family heritage and it's been known that if your a disgrace, you can be disowned, exiled from their own family. Xander cleared his throat, "If your not in the system, then I need to get Samantha from DMA down here to get you registered."

“So they’re just going to undermine everything you’ve ever done for you people for centuries just because you no longer fit this stupid ideal box that they’d built eons ago? They’re gonna forget what you’ve done for your people or how you’ve brought back peace to the lands after the Wipeout…just like that?” “You forget, Trisha, that the Elders have lived for eons.” Damien said calmly and this time when he raised his hand to touch my cheeks, I didn’t reject him. “They’re as old as time and are feared and respected by all vampires and immortals. They’re no longer just vampires, they have become Gods and whatever a God wants, it goes.”

The pendant at her throat pulsed with increasing warmth, its protective magic recognizing the supernatural threat implicit in his words. "She called it the Eternal Bond," Damien said, his voice carrying disgust that had deepened over the centuries. "A curse woven into the very fabric of our transformation. Any vampire she created would be incapable of sustaining love with anyone but her. Oh, we could feel attraction, even affection, but true love—the kind that transforms and redeems—would always be corrupted by our nature." "But you escaped," Iris said, though her voice carried uncertainty. "You found Eleanor, built the garden, lived without killing for decades."

I dreamt that he and Shereen were sent down to hell. They screamed in despair, "No! Please, no!" However, the ruler of hell declared, "Your hearts are too dark, too wicked. You will never reincarnate for all eternity." Nicholas’s voice was hoarse from screaming. "I want another life!" Shereen, standing beside him, burst into laughter. "You want another life so you can be with Theresa? Keep dreaming! You and I will be trapped here forever—watching each other suffer, over and over again. Hahaha!"

His rage ignited. “You violated the bond,” Tristan hissed, eyes glowing with lethal gold. “With your filthy blood. I will burn you to ash for that.” Damian’s smile faded. “Insolent wolf,” he spat, and the shadows writhed violently around him. “You think you understand power because your kind howls at the moon and mates for life? This…” He gestured to the valley, to the creeping tendrils of dark energy coiling around the bones. “This is eternity. This is dominion.”

"Thank you for being by my side Nora. The thought of you made me to fight for my life. I just pray that I get out of this place soon so that we can begin our love story till eternity. *********************** The gentle breeze blew through the trees as Ned and Nora walked through the familiar paths of the plantation. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting a warm glow upon their faces. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Ned couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment as he looked at Nora, his heart overflowing with love. The journey they had been through, the obstacles they had overcome, had only strengthened their bond. He knew, deep in his soul, that Nora

"I condemn you to the worst eternity you can have in your miserable lives," I spoke out loud, receiving a look of surprise from Alastor, the judge of hell itself. He didn't dare interrupt me, of course. Jensen and Kyra whined, the bodies without magic now seeming more vulnerable than ever. "You will watch while I rule, powerless and vulnerable as the dumb human you thought I was. They will not be allowed to die, and even if they are weakened by the lack of powers, I forbid them to die. And all they will do with their lives will be to suffer, cry, scream, and they will never be a drop of happiness as long as they exist. I condemn you to be devoured by my dogs, and to live trapped in their bow

“It wasn't just coincidence that we met, was it?” He took a contemplative sip of tea as I snatched a biscotti from his plate, munching it angrily. “Depends on your point of view,” he shrugged. “I took notice of you several years ago. There was a border skirmish in the Shamayim, the First Heaven. It's the realm right beyond this one, rooted in the firmament. The Damned were trying to escape into the mortal realms. They'd overtaken their guards in Gehenna, the prison of angels. It's technically my realm, but it's a rotten piece or real estate, full of molten pits, damned souls and what-have-you. You can understand why the guards grew tired of their duties, and lost focus over the cent

Then it's comes to the final stage which is Aeternum debut to the world stage. Today was the day I will announce in the radio Live to the whole world that Aeternum is exist and were actually powerful enough to be recognized by every major power in Fantasma. Sitting in the studio booth with Paul, the Clock already pointed at 10 am in the morning. "Good morning to people of Fantasma, Ladies and Gentleman, humans or demi-human..for the last 3 weeks in the Principality of Light, the Undead Horde has emerge from the underworld and since then has wreck havoc and destructions in it's path…this disastorous event has taken more than 500 thousand lives, and forcing the survivors to flee their from lov

Damour let out a thunderous laugh that shook the walls, then leaned closer to Malik, his fiery eyes piercing his soul: Damour, Elven King: Malik… How many times have I told you? There's no going back to your normal life. You have crossed the threshold. You are now part of us. You are no longer human... but demons. Your sole purpose is to kill. The police? They cannot punish you. Once you have satiated the lake of blood... you will be immortal. For a moment, there was silence. Then the Elven King Damour raised his head, his expression hardening into something even cruelter. His voice deepened, as if emerging from the void itself: