Eternally Damned Novels & Stories

I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Alex Jackson, alpha of the silver moon pack, I, Juno, a divine child, reject you as my mate and alpha! May Darrian Alexandra Jackson, may your soul rest in peace. But you, Alex, will never, ever make any claims about him in this life. He wasn’t your son; he was mine. You and your people will never have peace. For the rest of your lives, you will beg. This pack will never be at ease. You’ll look for me, but by the time you find me, it’ll be too late. I curse you and anything else that has to do with you. I, Juno, have spoken, and you will never again hear the wail of a child."

The corruption was spreading faster than my Lycan healing could counter it. "He's infected," Dante said urgently. "We need to get him to Seraphina NOW." "HOLD ON!" Mira pushed harder, flying faster than should be possible. I tried. Goddess, I tried to hold on. But the corruption was winning. 'Fight it,' Caelum snarled. 'We don't die like this. Not before we meet our daughter.' 'Trying,' I sent back weakly. The world went dark. ****** AVELINE'S POV I felt it the moment something went wrong.

But once you ought to harm your brethren, you will be bound to the Nether World for all eternity with black-feathered wings rather than pristine white. Maleficent snapped when she saw how the fallen angels flinched. Since they were the loyal fallen angels of Damon the Prideful, they would not dare to speak about this conversation – that he assured her. Maleficent crossed her arms after she folded the fan. “All is in due time, Dagger. All is in perfect due time.” She glanced at the once nameless slave who was also looking up to her with a full-blown grin as she nodded her head as if she could really understand Maleficent in which the latter took note.

Wrapped in Damian’s arms, Lydia whispered, “What happens when she arrives?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he stared at the ceiling like he already knew the answer—and it terrified him. Finally, he said: “She won’t come for me. She’ll come for you. Because you’re the only one who’s ever broken all ten commandments.” Lydia sat up. “And what does that make me?” Damian’s voice was a whisper of sin. “The final sin.” In the quiet, a soft knock echoes through the penthouse. Damian freezes.

Madam Nubia's eyes flashed with envy. Even if an Eternal reached peak Sovereign Rank or even partial Saint Realm, they would still need to go through the Eternal Catastrophe. As long as one did not step into the real Saint Realm, they would be troubled by the Eternal Catastrophe. And as time went by, the Eternal Catastrophe would become more and more intense. In the end, an Eternal would either be reduced to dust by the Eternal Catastrophe, or they would successfully enter the real Saint Realm and achieve true immortality.

Yet, nothing was capable of changing Eternity's ending. "Is there anything you wish to say before you die? I can fulfill one of your dying wishes, and I hope you'll be reborn as a good person in the next life. Even if you don't, I hope you don't become a villain again." Eternity buried her head at the death sentence Adrian gave her. "Is there really nothing I can do to change this? I'll repent my actions," she pleaded. "You can no longer repent for them. You chose the wrong path from the beginning. You should've already known from day one how you would end up if you chose to continue down this path."

To think this was the same cold, brutal male who'd knocked me unconscious without hesitation. "What would you like me to do, Lady Eliza?" His voice held quiet reverence. Eliza's icy gaze locked onto mine as she spoke, her words sharp and cruel. "Teach the slave some proper manners." DAMIEN I was absolutely full of barely contained rage as I maneuvered my way through the oppressively crowded club, bumping and shouldering into bodies as I struggled to make my way toward the bar. I had never been a fan of crowds, hated them, in fact, and much less a crowd composed entirely of abominations. Club Eternal, as the pretentious name heavily implied, was a favored hangout spot for the foul immortals t

They were Ferals, roaming the Reigns now with no hope of sanity or recovery. Plus the word Feral means you’re more dead than alive. Hence, these were dead people walking. It means my friends and loved ones are more damned than existent… with no hope of being saved. I’m alive now and not a Feral but I’m also damned. Damned to grief. Damned to anguish. Damn to helplessness. What am I going to do? Yes, I’ve killed the Dark One but his death didn’t compensate for the harm and destruction he had caused. His death didn’t remedy any of the damage he had done.

"Now is the time for true judgment. We offered you release, salvation for your eternal soul, and you set a demon upon us. Now we see how truly evil you and your family have become." Inside my head, my demon stopped screaming and started listening. "This time you will face eternal damnation," he said so serenely it made my skin crawl even through the drug. "You will be bound for all time, never receiving the cleansing of the holy fire, your soul forever in suffering. You will be punished for your evil at last, Sydlynn, and no one will ever set you free of your torment." I forgot how insane he was. Or maybe I chose to. But staying under his power was not an option. I had no idea how he intende