Eternity Flowers Novels & Stories

I hear him say under his breath as I follow my best friend behind the counter towards a door. My cheeks heat up, but I’m glad my back is now turned to him so he does not see them. Selena opens the door and we both walk in. We are met with a small hallway that has about three doors. She walks confidently to one of the doors and knocks lightly. “Kendall, are you there?” She asks. It feels so weird to me to hear Selena calling her aunt just by her name. I call all my aunts and uncles by using uncle or Aunty as the title before I add their names.

I asked, my voice merely a whisper, "do vampires mate for eternity?" Lance took my face gently within his hands and looked directly into my eyes. "Yes, we mate not only for life, but for eternity." "Do you have a mate?" I asked, afraid of the answer. Lance smiled, amused by my interest. "If I would have, you would not be here." "Oh?" He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "You would be dead," he said. He looked away, thinking, and then back into my eyes. "Do you remember when we met?"

It was delicate and elegant, its petals layered like silk, shifting subtly in color. “And this,” Elara said reverently, lowering her voice, “is the Eternis Bloom.” My heart skipped. “The one that blooms once every century?” She nodded. “Yes. It’s said that its fragrance changes with each season it witnesses—spring, summer, autumn, winter—absorbing time itself. What you’re seeing now is a preserved bloom from its last flowering.” I pressed my palm lightly against the glass, eyes wide. “I’ve read about this. I never thought I’d actually see it.”

They felt the ultimate release of immense pleasure as they eased out of the love spell that had them in chains of physical loving and uncontrollable intimacy. “The next item to be auctioned off is this flower vase, sculpted in the nineteen hundreds by a group of Ethiopian potters. It is regarded as one of the best works of art from the region due to its cultural heritage as the women inscribed the history of their land in every corner of the masterpiece,” Nicholas said to the crowd again, “The bidding starts at fifteen thousand dollars.” “Fifteen,” A black man in the crowd offered. “That’s fifteen right there. Do I hear sixteen from anyone else in the crowd? Sixteen thousand, anyone?” He ask

Sinead listened in silence and said nothing. When a nurse wheeled Sinead out of her ward for a follow-up exam some time later, there was a commotion in the corridor. As they passed the next ward, she turned her head and saw Nelson standing there with a huge bouquet of roses in his arms, confessing his love for Irene.

Until now, I didn’t know what he planned, and why he cancelled those plans before I achieved my mission. “Piper, just wait. Eventually, I will have what I want, and I’ll give you what you wished. Eternal freedom, and the status you desired,” he said, kissing my earlobes as I lay with him in the patient bed. My patient robe was draped over my shoulders and he was drawing minute circles over my areolas. However, I was exhausted. I ensued pondering on his words. The thing was, what was this cost of freedom? Would I ever escape the prison Lenard created for me, even if I killed him myself?

held healing properties, its waters glowing with a soft, ethereal light. "Our world slowly healed from the wounds of war, the Divine Being imbued the land with a fraction of its essence, giving rise to the Flower of Eternity. This mystical bloom burst forth from our world, its petals shimmering with stardust and its scent filling the air with the sweetness of forgotten memories. The flower's energy infused the soils, sea and skies, sparking a new era of evolution that unfolded like a tapestry of wonder." The voice said.

Olushola smiled as she joined the young man's side. The two young people walked slowly through the garden that surrounded them, their footsteps muffled by the soft carpet of damp greenery. Twilight bathed the place, offering a palette of pastel colors that danced on the petals of the flowers. The roses, still damp from the evening dew, reflected the crimson and pink hues of the fading sky. Above them, the sky was a glittering dome of stars. Each star a reminder of the vast universe to which they belonged. A gentle breeze swept through the garden, swaying the branches of the surrounding trees and carrying with it the intoxicating scent of blooming jasmine.

🌑 Chains of Eternity Kael’s eyes fluttered open to a sky that wasn’t a sky. Above him stretched a vast, blood-red dome, swirling with slow, lazy currents of crimson mist. It wasn’t clouds, not really—more like a living sea suspended in the heavens, its depths glimmering faintly with shadows that might have been wings, or teeth, or both. The weight of it pressed down on him, suffocating in its vastness, yet no wind stirred the air.

“Offer it honestly.” Sienna’s heart snagged on a thorn it had grown itself. Lunaris regarded Ryder as if he were a child who had read the last page without permission. “Yes,” she said. “There is a mercy built into eternity. The first century, you will remember like a song you can conduct. The second, like a melody you hum without noticing. The third, as a story told by someone with your face. By the fifth, you will set down your love as you would set down a hot cup, gently, and with relief. Eternity is not a room where grief grows. It is a hallway with many doors. You will forget him because you must. Not because I hate you.”