Eternity 145 Novels & Stories

I announced. “Welcome home, my Libulan,” he said, kissing my forehead lovingly. Our transparent bodies dispersed together with the gentle breeze of the solemn winds. As this happened, Sidapa’s last words faded along with the wind. “Now and forever, I am all yours. I will always love you, and will only yearn for you. We may forget each other, but my heart will forever remember your name. This is my eternal promise to you. Goodnight, my love.” THE END

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 third twist came: the chains weren’t binding her companions they were binding time, and her companions’ struggles were unraveling reality, their love her only weapon. The nothingness screamed, and Eternis’s form surged, its eternities consuming the void. Jessica lunged for the loom, her glow blazing, a desperate fire against oblivion. “We are eternal!” she cried, pouring her will into the infinite threads, weaving their truth Kade’s ferocity, Selene’s wisdom, Lucas’s courage, Bryan’s hope, her own scarred soul into the collapsing eternity, turning silence to light. The chains shattered, her companions rallying, their hands joining hers, their love a supernova that burned through the void

"Help me, I promise this will be the last time. I’ll never appear in front of you and Anne again. "Can you make her stop looking for me? "My father owes them more than just a small amount this time. They said that if the debt isn't cleared in one go, they’ll take my life." Felicia was genuinely afraid that she would wake up every day to see people blocking her downstairs. She lifted her face. "Connor, help me just one more time, the last time. "Otherwise, I’ll really die." Connor closed his eyes. He slowly lowered the phone in his hand.

We were trapped in an endless cycle of pursuit and death, all because of one woman's delusional entitlement. "There has to be a way to break it," I said desperately. "Some way to sever the connection." Mr Blake was quiet for a long moment, staring into the flames. "There might be," he said finally. "But it would require Margaret to let go of her obsession willingly. And after five lifetimes of feeding her hatred..." "She'll never let go," Thomas finished grimly. The cottage fell silent except for the crackling of the fire. I closed my eyes, trying to process everything I'd learned. The weight of multiple lifetimes pressed down on me, memories of love and loss spanning centuries.

Had things not been so busy, I would have ravished her right then and there. Seraphine came walking up with a set of noise canceling ear muffs. I was genuinely confused for a moment. "We're working on expanding the power level of Reya's earth shattering howls. Like wolves, shifter ears are quite sensitive, so you'll be needing a pair, if you plan on watching. The frequency used is almost like a sonic sound wave, it's large spread and it could possibly deafen you, if you aren't careful." I was shocked, to say the least. "Are there any other special abilities?" I asked, looking towards Valeria. She shrugged a little. "Reya says there are Three special abilities. Howler, Dominion and Rupture, t

Of how it would change things… if it changed things, like Patrick had said. “But I’ve heard of Nephilim,” Serenity said, pacing still. There was no way she could sit still. She was wired again. “Wouldn’t it be inevitable one of them might be a Skin Writer?” “Maybe,” Patrick said, stroking his beard and he shrugged. “But in the seven centuries I’ve been training Skin Writers, I haven’t heard of one.” Serenity stopped her pacing and looked at the older demon. “I’m sorry, did you just say seven centuries?”

“Good. Time for one last dance.” Wren’s voice wove through us like silver threads. “Let us remind the void what love sounds like.” We answered the call. The journey to the Heart of the Between took Arian and her mates seven years aboard the Eternal Ember, a ship grown from the Nexus itself. Along the way they encountered worlds fallen silent populations lost in quiet despair, bonds frayed, stars dimming. Each time, the four of them retreated to the ship’s sacred heart chamber (a flawless recreation of Thornwood’s master chamber) and poured their love into the greater song.

I think, 'We are talking later, Mister'. We go to the living room where he makes a fire in the fireplace. I walk over to it and I take in a deep breath, “Love is a flame that burns with a sacred fire, and fills you up with its sweet desire. Yet, once the altar feels love's fiery breath, it makes the heart be a crucible until death. What happens when the heart yearns no more? Will you always have to settle the score? Say love is life, and say it is not amiss. Say that love is but a synonym for eternal bliss. Say what you will of love, in what refrain, but the heart knows that it's another word for pain. Yet, the pain we will endure, because love comes at a price. A price we will gladly pay, t

“The elders speak of you like you’re a living legend. It’s an honor to finally meet you.” He offered his hand, and I shook it. “Thank you for coming to get me.” “The honor is all mine,” he said, taking my bag. “The Academy elders are very excited to meet you.” In the car, Julian pointed out the sights of Vienna. “The air here is pure. It enhances a blood-healer’s abilities,” he said, gesturing to a distant gothic spire. “That’s the oldest Fountain of Eternal Night in the world. Its energy is purer than anything in North America.”