Eternità Novels & Stories

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.

The woman looked at Ethan. His mother. Ethan frowned. That's my mother. The woman smiled. Yes. And so am I. The room became silent. Jason whispered. What? The woman walked closer. Project Eternity was built around a simple discovery. There is no single timeline. There are countless possibilities. Every choice creates another path. Every path creates another version of a person. Ethan stared at her. You're saying there are other versions of us. Not just versions. Entire lives. Lives that happened.

Permanent was. “Idiot. Hard to kill isn’t eternal. It’s far off from being eternal. I understand why you would want to do that. She’s not in the fight. But I’m assuming they’ve been killing the ones who have not been fighting as well. The issue is though, do they understand that permanent is permanent? Once dead. That’s it. There’s no coming back.” Het’ Tur nodded at this in agreement. His understanding seemed almost a relief as if he were glad to find someone else who saw the situation as he did.

The bridge beneath them cracked and began to fall away. Adrian dragged Lena forward, every step a battle against the wind and the data storm. Kael stood at the center, unflinching, arms spread as if welcoming the destruction. “You were born here,” Kael said over the roar. “You’ll die here. And when you do, I’ll rebuild the world in your image — perfect, obedient, eternal.” Adrian’s voice cut through the chaos. “You’ll never understand eternity until you’ve loved something you could lose.”

"I am literally the CFO of the universe's central bank. I can issue whatever I want. The question is whether twenty-nine entities from dead universes will accept financial instruments from a bank they do not recognize." "They will accept it because they are starving. A starving person does not check the sell-by date." Ben's fingers were already moving. "Issuing the Sterling Eternal Bond. Face value: infinite. Coupon rate: zero. Maturity: never. This is either the most brilliant or the most suicidal financial instrument in cosmic history." "Those are not mutually exclusive," Katherine observed.

Each of them broad-shouldered, their tall frames is sculpted into perfection. “This is Gloria” Sarah said to them. They introduced themselves to me. “Where is Jackson?” Sarah asked. “I am right here” a male figure said from behind as he walked majestically towards us. His slim waist tapering into long, legs that moves with the poised elegance of an apex predator. His face is a work of art, not just any art, but the masterpiece, with carved high cheekbones, a strong jawline and sensual lips, like a myth Greek god.

“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.”

“The child does not belong to the pattern.” Eternity is a sequence of hunger and consumption, It is a long, dark thread that pulls the fabric of the physical world into the mouth of the abyss, we have tasted the souls of kings, the screams of stars, and the hollow echoes of those who thought they were gods.

The echoes of distant howls and the clash of weapons reverberated through the air, signaling the escalation of hostilities that tore at the fabric of the supernatural realms. Seraphina, with Adrian's note clutched tightly in her hand, stood on the threshold of the birthing sanctuary. The invincible threads, though resilient, seemed to vibrate with the tremors of conflict that echoed from afar. The birthing sanctuary, once a sanctuary of dreams, now faced the harsh reality of a world torn asunder.

I asked him and could see that Elana was shocked that he knew too. “Olivia, do you know how many lifetimes I have lived with the full memory in my head? Trust me, I can smell some things from a thousand years away” he said, with a smile on his face and turned his attention to Elana, “Elana, I want you to know that I, Olivia Augustus Mate, the Great Lycan king and Uniter of the wolves and all life forms accept you as her Ace Guardian wolf” Augustus said just as Elana began to glow.