Eternally Damned Novels & Stories

And years from now, I would come to relive the worst of my nightmares, those memories embedded deep in my soul, with no hope of release. My eternal prison.

Grace Winter gave a kick on her stomach. "Don't ever appear in front of me. If you do, It will be your last day" Jarel Hall gave her a warning before he left the place with Grace Winter. Back to the present, Katherine thought after the graduation from high school her life will become better, but she was wrong once again. She will never able to escape from this hell. She wants to end everything. Katherine punched the mirror with the strength she has. It was cracked all over the place. Katherine took a piece of glass and slit her wrist. The blood dripped from her wrist and reached the floor. Katherine was happy thinking that she was going to have an eternal sleep which she was longing for. Kat

He turned to Clara, who was already at his side, her hand still in his. “It’s over,” Clara said softly, her voice trembling with comfort. But before they could celebrate, a profound roll reverberated through the air, and the ground underneath their feet started to split open. Marcus’s eyes widened as a dark chasm yawned beneath them, and from its depths, a voice they had thought silenced for good spoke once more: **“You cannot destroy what is eternal...”** The ground gave way, and they began to fall.

Inside lay a folded parchment sealed with crimson wax: the Ember Circle’s original charter—and a second, smaller key of burnished silver. She unfolded the charter carefully. The parchment crackled with age. The charter’s script spoke of oaths sworn by fire, of binding spells, and of the first prophecy: that two hearts united could awaken the Eternal Ember. But the margins bore a second notation in her great-uncle’s hand: “Beware the twin key: one opens truth, the other, fate’s cage.” Isabelle’s breath caught. She withdrew the silver key, its surface etched with a stylized sun and moon entwined. “Two keys,” she murmured. “One of serpent’s flame, one of cosmic balance.”

For eternity. …to be proceeded

He let out a sigh before sitting in my chair. "This is the problem." He said as a piece of paper appeared in his hand. I finished slipping on my shirt before I walked over and grabbed it from him. My brows furrowed as I read its contents. "What does this mean?" I asked, not fully understanding what I was looking at. He placed his elbow down on my desk, resting his chin on his hand. "It means that Balor is a couple kills away from having his soul damned. There are whispered of him in Godric."

Watching the Greens walk away without looking back, Nelson felt his heart sink deep as guilt and regret swallowed him whole. For the first time, he truly understood that he and Sinead had reached a dead end. No amount of backing down or apologizing could change anything now. She was no longer the little girl who would forgive him the moment he comforted her. She would never again give him another chance to start over. A bell that had been rung could not be unrung.