Eternally Damned Novels & Stories

Enraged at the people that sold me, I set the orphanage on fire. That's when the story of my existence started to circulate. They had called me The Reaper. After I started the fire on my old orphanage I was seen by the whole Brakstone City perched on the burning building, holding the scythe with a cloth coiled around my face. It was the same scythe that I had killed my father and the same cloth he'd worn as he died. And it hadn't matter if I'm just a child at that time their fear had made me an enormous monster in their eyes.

I hadn’t noticed them before because the place had been so crowded, but I suppressed a shudder. “Who are those people?” I whispered to Sigyn. “Those are the souls of the damned,” she said. “Beings who have committed the worst atrocities.” “Like murderers?” I asked, my voice tight. “War lords, genocidal maniacs, slavers, mass poisoners.” She rubbed her chin. “In the Sixth, there are lesser punishments that match their crimes.” I gave her a slow nod, wondering how I might have been treated in this Faction of Hell.

The turbid breath exhaled in their slumber had the capacity to tear the fabric of the chaotic void, unveiling dreamlike cosmic chiliocosms. They were the progenitors of the extraterrestrial race, the alpha and omega of the enigmatic beings. Their names were Infernatur and Damnatur. To the uninitiated, and sometimes even to their own kind, it was widely believed that Infernatur and Damnatur were distinct entities. However, they were but facets of the same being.

Mrs Hargrove's smile widened. "Oh, you don't recognize them? How disappointing. They're my loyal servants from our first lifetime together. It seems obsession isn't the only thing that creates bonds strong enough to transcend death." The realization hit me like a physical blow. These weren't just random accomplices, they were the soldiers who had helped her murder us centuries ago, reincarnated just as we had been. "That's impossible," Thomas said, stepping protectively in front of me. "You can't control who gets reincarnated."

When I pushed it open, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and aging oak. Ethan was already there. He was sitting on a wooden crate, a single dim bulb casting long, jagged shadows across the racks of dusty bottles. He looked different in the darkless like a Grant heir and more like the boy who had lost his parents at sixteen. He had a bottle open, but he wasn't drinking much; he was just staring at the label. "You actually came," he said, his voice a low vibration in the small space. "I shouldn't have," I whispered, sitting on the crate opposite him, keeping a careful distance. "If Harrison finds me down here, I’m done. He already looks at me like he knows exactly what I'm thinkin

Whiles she sailed through her vindictive walk of thoughts he also had his; based on her nudity. They were two eternally fated lives in a recursive cycle of love and hate affair, stringed along an unimaginable orchestration of the goddesses in a reverse motion to propel happy ever after only if successful. NEHENDA and Marlon were bound by Fate for all lifetimes with an unresolved enmity of manipulated misunderstanding carried on from the past in their present life cycle which without resolution would never find love.

She spoke first pointing to the sky and then to the floor. “Hell’s down there and it has immortals?” Zadkiel cocked his eyebrow. “Yes. All the demons and bad souls down there. They are immortals. Just like angels and good souls up in the heaven.” She answered. “Wow! Living in hell for eternity doesn’t seem like a good idea.” He murmured to himself.

"How can I protect you when you make it impossible? I have sacrificed everything for our 'forever'—for this damned eternity!" This damned eternity. That’s what our love had become to him. "If our eternity is a curse," I said, my voice dangerously quiet as I met his furious gaze, "then I don't want it." "What?" "I want to break our bond." The words hit the room like a bomb. Dorian's face went white with rage. He slammed his fist into the stone table beside him. The solid marble shattered. "What did you just say?" His voice was a low growl. He lunged, his hands gripping my shoulders like steel bands. "Say. It. Again."

Her cut and bruised hand tightened on the pen again and ploughed into the paper Dearest mortal you have become blind…blind to the fight that is constant around us, that creeps in the night while you sleep, that watches your every move…just so that when you trip and fall…your soul is on the line…easy for the taking. Don’t fall for his tricks… he fights over your soul dear human that Devil seeks to lure people away from God, his doing a mighty fine job. And you’re letting it happen. Have you ever wondered how some mere humans are so poor and unheard of, then extremely rich in a matter of seconds? This person has obviously offered his or her soul in exchange for diabolical favours. Of cours

Her kiss felt like a symbol of the eternal love and bond that they shared. “Can you promise that we’ll be together forever, Garin? That even after death, we’ll find each other in Harlem and be together for all eternity?” Hannah asked. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Hannah. I promise you that our love will live forever, in the physical world and the Nether realm. We will love each other for every lifetime, every generation and nothing will ever break us apart. I swear it,” He said. “I swear it as well,” Hannah said and they sealed their promise with another kiss and let the night swallow them in its calm and peace as they engaged in the sharing of skin and the passion found within.