Skyrim Eternal Spirit Novels & Stories

Pierce was gone, but I had already married him in my heart. I wore the ring he had placed on my finger, and I would live in this world in his place. It wasn’t until later that I discovered the name of the diamond ring Pierce had given me—Eternal Love. He would love me forever. (The End)

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

He bit his lip, poured the blood into the tempest, then he said in a lowly yet clapping of a thunderous voice, “Immortal once suffer a huge defeat. However, you exist amidst the luxurious of their sacrifices. Surely, you leaving now and the disappearances of the path of eternity...is a defying existence!” The words that uttered barely reach the boy ears. This boy is none other than Eterfinite! The time the words reach him, his entire being tremble and a his eyes lit up with the gold light. In an incense worth of time, just as the light disappear in his eyes, the tempest shattered and reveal the death of all the living things in the mountain! In an instant, they all turn into dust, leaving no

He refused to acknowledge that good wouldn’t exist without evil. “Is that the portal to the eternal void of nothingness?” Libulan asked. He calmed down a bit, and had stopped crying. “Yes,” I simply replied. I flicked my hand, and the soul slowly descended into the portal. Libulan watched silently until the soul disappeared from our sight. “It will reach Magwayen’s salakab and there, that man’s soul will forever atone for his sins in that void.”

May you enjoy your new eternity. The one without me.

🌑 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.

Her body was shaking from the anger the witch felt and made Mellisa smile at the success of her plan. “No, I don’t want to f*ck you, I’ll just kill you again” added the king, still in a scornful tone that made the witch’s body tremble even more. “Hahahaha… you think you can? Kill me how many times but I’m like you, I can’t die, my soul will always live.” He said confidently and made Mellisa wide-eyed in shock as she realized something from his words. “Eternal soul spell” Mellisa whispered and the black witch gasped in shock and began to rebel when she realized her secret had been revealed.

Andres' voice in the video sounded indifferent and dismissive. Camellia's mind flashed back to the day Andres received the beads. "Cam, I'll always keep these with me, even in death," he had promised. The color drained from Camellia's face. She wanted to cry and let out all the pain, but no tears came. The light in her eyes had faded completely. Late at night, as the world slept, no one noticed when Eterna Haven went up in roaring flames. Andres was up early the next morning, preparing for the day.

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

I turned away, planning to go back to my room to pack my things, but Delroy suddenly grabbed my arm and snarled viciously, "Titus, it's my turn to live forever this time." The moment he said that, I understood what was going on. He had been reborn, too. I looked back at him with a smile. "Then, I hope you get exactly what you want." In my past life, Delroy had only seen the vampire's noble air, the elegant grace, and the promise of immortality. He'd never known that, behind closed doors, she'd nearly drained me to death several times. Since he wanted her so badly, he could be her walking blood bag this time.