Sprite Eternal Novels & Stories

"Goddess no! Happy for you guys, really I am." I thump his arm, "you are mated with Emerald just not in the way you think." Eros can have multiple mates but in a different form than the typical mate bond. They can love these people and have lifelong connections, but it's not a physical thing. If those who are mated need to do this whole thing to fuse that bond, it will be unbreakable.

~Elena~ "Welcome, my future Luna." The words barely had time to settle before Crystal stiffened like she’d been struck. The air froze. Then— "Excuse me?" she snapped, voice like a blade, sharp and cold. Trevor turned, unreadable, but Crystal was already seething. "I am the future Luna," she spat, her fingers digging into Ryan’s arm like claws. "Not her." Her gaze burned into Trevor’s, daring him to challenge her. Daring him to argue.

Chains of shadow-light sank down into the crater below, anchoring it to something even deeper. Rian jolted awake just long enough to scream. “WHY IS IT ALWAYS SPIKES?!” Seraphine clutched Sorrel’s head against her shoulder. “Don’t look—don’t look!” Kade’s breath hitched. “That’s an architect node. He seeded a control cage into the Eidolon—” Selene’s eyes gleamed. “He’s trying to turn an ancient sea guardian into a puppet. Ambitious.” The corrupted cage pulsed. The Deep Eidolon flinched. Not with its body—with the water.

There is no wind, but her hair is blowing as if a strong breeze is passing through. - Evil creature, wrongly created to torment humanity. The snake that turned the men and women of the earth into ambitious and sinful creatures let go of my most beautiful creation. I know about your bet with your creator, but you already lost that bet the moment Angel said "yes". Your place is at the gates of hell forever and ever. I saw Selene look up at the sky and speak.

“Specter.” Maria’s stomach dropped. “That’s not a name.” “It’s not meant to be,” Elias said. “Specter cleans up wars. Ends loose narratives. If Leonardo was chaos Specter is control.” Maria remembered the message. You belong to the war now. “He’s been watching me,” she said. “Learning me.” “Yes,” Elias replied grimly. “And now he’s decided you matter.” A soft chime interrupted them. Incoming video call. No number. No ID.

‎ ‎The garden remembers with him. ‎ ‎A young woman named Spark—descendant of Kael, her essence wild and bright—runs up, breathless. ‎ ‎She carries a small seed from a world where gravity flows upward. ‎ ‎She plants it in the air. ‎ ‎It takes root in nothing. ‎ ‎And grows. ‎ ‎The garden grows with it. ‎ ‎A healer named Gentle—descendant of Elara, her light soft as dawn—comes with a wounded bird from a distant storm.

Then she opened it to the page bearing her great-uncle’s final incantation: “In the hour when flame falls hollow, let truth’s spark burn bright forsake illusion, embrace the light.” She chanted the words softly in Latin as Alexander sprinkled the amber dust into the brazier. At first, nothing happened. Then, just as the last syllable left her lips, a single spark leapt from the sketchbook’s spine and landed amid the dust. It flared into a slender column of flame white and pure—illuminating every shadow in the crypt. Isabelle’s heart soared as the hollow flame filled with substance. The brazier flamed steadily, its light radiating warmth and clarity. In that instant, the specter that had haun

When he got to Vespera, she was asked which cartoon character she really loved and she replied: "The Goddess from the Sinbad cartoon." Ezekiel’s eyes twitched. His fists tightened and his hand holding the phone shook. The voices from the device only sank into the background of his mind as he stared at the smiley Vespera with less subconscious. Lorna's favourite character was also the Goddess Eris from Sinbad, Legend of the Seven Seas.

"A tiny warrior soul, Corin." The moment we both understood its presence, the miracle happened. The little ember that had only flickered suddenly began to pulse. It needed no outside source. This new life was the heir of Aura Prima, a pure seed that had not burned out at the walls of Silver Stone because it had been hidden too deeply.