Eternally Damned Novels & Stories

He says and I can’t help but smile. It is his nickname for me and he has called me this for a very long time, from as long as I can remember. “I should never have any form of excuse to hit you, not ever.” He says as he gives me a small smile. I don’t know what to say so I just play with my fingers. I do feel better now that he has now apologized, and I can forgive him, but I don’t think I could ever forget even if I try. A loud sound suddenly goes off and it sounds like a bomb.

Anything that could not be proven by science was not real. "Though the lovers from the name basically means love in your life it is also a sexual card." I choked again. My cheeks reddened at the mention of sex. " I realised from your reaction that you are...Et intacta pura ?" "Ate what?" "Et intacta pura. Pure and untouched. A deep burning desire will fill you. Your body shall awaken and you will thirst for only that person. Only he can put out the fire...he whose soul is bound to yours."

The Cicconis do not live in VINCENT DANZAville, and KY knows that VINCENT DANZA banned them from the area while having KY on a hit list. "How many people you gotta rob to get a crib like this?" DAMON asks with a screwed-up face.KY'S face contorts, but KY decides not to inform him as to what ISAAC actually spends most of his time doing—murdering. It's best at his age that he thinks the mafia just rob people.

🌑 Chains of Eternity They said the Spell had no mercy. It fell upon the world like a plague, etching sigils into flesh, rewriting destiny with a whisper that was neither divine nor human. Cities crumbled, nations fell into silence, and from the ashes rose a single, unbreakable law: Ascend, or be devoured. For every human chosen, a brand was burned into the soul. The brand opened the way to the Dream Abyss, a realm of horrors and miracles where only strength meant survival. The lucky ones crawled back with power. The unlucky became bones in the dark.

That was it. An official friendship breakup. Damn! Nothing hurts more.

His lips hovered near her ear, voice thick with possession, longing, something deeper than either of them could name. “You are the fate written into my bones, the reason my heart beats, the curse and the blessing the Moon Goddess gave me. The only prayer I’ve ever had answered.” “And even though you're my damnation, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” His nose grazed her skin, breath hot against her neck. “My storm, my salvation. My ruin, my forever.” A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he pressed a slow, claiming kiss to the delicate skin of her throat. She gasped, her knees turning weak, her body betraying her.

“And why should we help? It’s not our duty. Remember that there will always be a price for the Goddess’s crimes, request anything else and I shall give it to you, on this special day of yours. But remember, if you ask for your return or her freedom, I will not grant it.” “Please… Your anger at Selene may be justified, but because of your anger and rage, in the end it is others who are suffering! My sister, Evelyn! Cursed for eternity to live life after life with memories of pain! How can you say you are doing the right thing, too?” I exclaim, trying to calm myself. Zedkiel places a hand on my back, but I am unable to calm down. “You have one request… you can pick within reason.” The Eternal

It felt as if someone had driven a wooden stake through it, as if a piece of his soul had been brutally torn away. "Argh—" He let out a guttural scream of agony and spat out a mouthful of black blood. The Eternal Blood Vow that had bound them for centuries, at that very moment, shattered irrevocably. Damien clutched his chest, staring blankly at the shocked board members around him. "This is a fake!" He scrambled to his feet. "She's stooping to such petty tricks to get her revenge!" "This has to be a lie fabricated by Seraphina!"

I asked him seriously but he took my seriousness in a wrong way. I was greeted with cries. Baby cries you might ask? No, not baby cries but grown up guys’ cries. If you have ever heard this before, you’re damn lucky but unlucky at the same time. This cry is the rarest one to be heard and if you ever heard it, you will be blessed forever but also cursed for a lifetime. Why am I still friends with this guy? I couldn’t help but sighed in exhaustion. I’m sorry, grandma!