From Here To Eternity Audiobook Novels & Stories

I grabbed the handle of the ICU door and it was red hot and groaning under the pressure of the resonance and I rasped for Iris to help me on the count of three and she just looked at me with those emerald eyes and said no more math Darius just the result and we shoved the door open into a vortex of light and sound that felt like it was going to tear my soul apart Ethan turned his head with this terrifying ancient intelligence and he looked like a god who had just been born and he told me the audit was complete in this perfect crystalline harmony that vibrated in my very soul and when he reached out his hand the air ignited into a pillar of white hot resonance bridging the gap between the bed

‘I wonder what gift he wants that he is agreeing to something he didn’t want to agree to at the start…’ Zedkiel murmurs, making that same sense of unease fill me. “You have faith in love, and I in law… We shall see who will ultimately succeed… One chance is what I shall give you Goddess Evangeline… use it well…” The Eternal God’s voice makes the very ground beneath me tremble, before he begins to disappear from sight, but his powerful voice still rings around us, echoing in the distance “Remember, I shall return to collect when the time is right… One chance… is all you have…” His voice fades away, and then he’s gone.

It was too much. Edward held me tighter, whispering something I couldn’t hear over the storm building around us. The second fragment hit. Then the third. Sylra was yelling, her hands moving frantically, but I couldn’t make out her words. The world was dissolving into light and sound and fire. And then I heard it again—the god’s voice, softer this time. You cannot cage eternity, little flame. You can only become it. “No,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if the word came out loud or in my mind. “I won’t let you take me.”

Eternal peace. THE END

Made of books and scrolls and memories written on reality itself. "Welcome." A voice speaks from everywhere. "I've been expecting you, Aurora Sinclair. And your mates. And your quest for eternity." A figure appears. Neither male nor female. Neither young nor old. Just timeless. The Chronicler. "You know why we're here?" I ask. "I know everything." They smile. "I record it all. Your past. Your future. Your every choice. It's written here. In infinite books. Infinite possibilities. Infinite outcomes." "Then you know if we succeed." Zephyr's voices echo. "If we find a way to be eternal together."

“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.”

"Thank you for being by my side Nora. The thought of you made me to fight for my life. I just pray that I get out of this place soon so that we can begin our love story till eternity. *********************** The gentle breeze blew through the trees as Ned and Nora walked through the familiar paths of the plantation. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting a warm glow upon their faces. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Ned couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment as he looked at Nora, his heart overflowing with love. The journey they had been through, the obstacles they had overcome, had only strengthened their bond. He knew, deep in his soul, that Nora

I say again as I press the numbers on the keypad. As soon as I place the last digit, I hear a click and I turn around. A part of the wall near the TV has protruded and it now looks like a door. I rush off the bed and I hurriedly make my way into the opened wall that looks like a door. As soon as I enter, I hear a strange deep voice. “She’s in here!”

My mind brushed off the thought. It was probably someone I had not met yet. Ivan, the back of my mind insisted. "Ah...so there is one who has claimed your soul. It will only be a matter of time before he claims your heart then your body. And this time you will run to me saying 'Kogo! You were right!'." She flipped the next card. The chariot. Awe was clear on her slightly wrinkled face. " The chariot. You are on a journey. New world's await you, Cara."

The love tucked between the lines was like honey, but it was also torturous, like poison. It had him sobbing one moment, then smiling through tears the next. Suddenly gloomy, suddenly joyful. Those two extremes kept surging through him, and the heart that had gone numb from despair began to burn again. He wondered if this was the last light before everything went dark, or the lighting of the fire that would bring back light? Nelson did not know what kind of ending waited ahead. All he could do was pray. He prayed for the secret thoughts that nineteen-year-old Sinead had recorded in her own script to be the means of his escape from the wreckage.