The Ancient Sovereign Of Eternity Novels & Stories

“Leonard told us… about what she is.” I swirled the amber liquid in my glass. “The Sovereign.” The word lingered in the air between us like an omen. Even saying it felt dangerous. It had been decades since that word held weight in our world. The Sovereign. A being meant to unite or dominate all packs. A power whispered about in ancient texts and nearly forgotten prophecy. My mate stepped closer. “If she truly is,” she said carefully, “then she could shift the balance entirely.” “She could,” I conceded.

The cavern had never felt so small. The moment Aetherion spoke his name, the air itself seemed to grow heavier, thicker, like the mountain was struggling to breathe. Aetherion. The First King of Darkness. A being older than the wolves. Older than the dragons. Older than the very world my ancestors had fought to protect. And he was standing right in front of me. Watching me. Studying me. Like I was something he had been waiting centuries to find.

“Taken by what?” Thorn didn’t look up. “By the one who marked her mother. And her grandmother before that.” A cold spear of dread pierced my spine. Ash’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean—” “Yes.” Thorn stood slowly. “The Silver Sovereign.” The name hit the air like a curse. Even the trees shuddered. I had heard that name only in whispered legends—an ancient force from the First Moon Age, a being who ruled the Lunar Realm long before wolves or magic or kingdoms existed.

"We find a way. We research. We experiment. We don't give up." Trinity appears. "I know someone who might help. An ancient being. Older than gods. Older than reality. They've lived through multiple resets. Multiple existences. Multiple forevers. If anyone knows how to make love eternal, they do." "Who?" Kai asks. "The Chronicler." Trinity's three voices sound reverent. "The being who records everything. Every timeline. Every choice. Every moment. They exist outside time. Observing. Writing. Remembering. And they might know the secret."

"I've never heard of it." "Most people haven't." Lyanna set the envelope on the table carefully, the way you set down something old. "The Eternal Council is the oldest governing body in the supernatural world. It predates every pack structure, every coven alliance, every species agreement currently in operation. The last time it convened was 1923." She looked at Elara. "They called it then because of the threat of human industrialization expanding into traditional supernatural territories. Before that, 1847." "A century between meetings," Elara said.

’ The white-haired man was named Bredon Chase, a superb powerhouse at the ninetieth level of the Eonian Realm. There was the Eternal Realm and Everlasting Realm above the Eonian Realm, but one was already an absolute powerhouse at the ninetieth level of the Eonian Realm. It was because the powerhouses of the Eternal Realm were as rare as hens’ teeth. There were nine of them in the entire Chi universe. As for the Everlasting Realm, it had long been an ancient legend. The Everlasting Door had not been opened for several epochs. No one knew where those in the Everlasting would go once they crossed the Everlasting Door.

Agrip sighed, then began to speak again. “The term “ancients” is a significant concept in history. In one of the history books, the ancients refer to a group of powerful and ancient beings who have lived for thousands of years. They possess exceptional supernatural abilities and are deeply connected to the earth and its elements. They are portrayed as the oldest and most powerful beings in existence. They are revered and feared by vampires, as well as by humans and other supernatural creatures. Their origins are shrouded in mystery, and they are believed to have been created by a higher power or divine force.”

"The reason why I have exhausted so much effort to drag you into my space is because of this thing. Currently, no one in my space knows what is happening here. Moreover, you will die after I refine this fragment of the Tree of Eternity. Your flesh and blood will become my tonic. Your soul will be refined by me. Everything about you will not exist..." "Tree of Eternity?" Hearing the ancient tree's voice, Zephyr Khan frowned slightly. He had never heard of this name before, but from the other party's words, he could tell that it was amazing. "Tree of Eternity is many times higher than the Eternal Spring Tree. It can't even compare to a single branch of Tree of Eternity. Tree of Eternity is the

It was the sensation of superiority, of seeing the past and future of creatures laid bare before him, and of witnessing the vulnerability of those creatures. Severin later felt compelled to ponder upon the ancient times, and how the heavenly court would be like at that moment if it had never shattered. "Rumor has it that during ancient times, the celestial sovereign of the heavenly court who had ascended to the quasi-celestial regent stage was known as the Lord of the Celestial Realm. Commanding the nine heavens and ten lands, he wielded supreme power, having countless royal celestials and true immortals under his command."

Its presence pressed against their skin like a force of gravity. Aria’s pulse hammered. “Erevan…” she whispered. “What is that?” His voice was barely a breath. “A Sovereign.” Her heart stopped. “Sovereigns,” he murmured, “are the first-born manifestations of the realms. Older than kings. Older than war. Older than prophecy.” The figure’s head tilted. And the void around them held its breath.