The Ancient Sovereign Of Eternity Novels & Stories

Understood immediately. “We did this,” Eternal said. “We gave her this power. Our love transformed her. Our choosing existence because of her created this. Our connection to her flows through her. Makes her into something unprecedented. Something that carries seven ancient forces within one small being. We are responsible. We must guide. We must teach. We must ensure our love does not destroy what our love was meant to protect.”

The 'Debt' was the 'Initial-Energy-Requirement' (E0​) to 'Initialize' this 'Eternity'. Dominic Thorne, the "Ice-King-Eternal" now transformed into the "Sovereign-Zero," felt the "Ares-Ledger" "Fuse" with the "Universal-Constants." He didn't look back at Manhattan; he looked at the "Lattice" as if it were a "High-Yield-Portfolio" of the "Divine."

It wouldn’t want the little boy to notice what was happening around the world at this very moment. ________________________________ In a faraway land that was filled with the essence of death and suffering, a thin imposing man was seated upon a throne. His frame was bony and from within the large mantle he donned was nothing but a skeletal figure of a mortal long shredded his temporary husk and replaced it with an immortal shell. Undying and eternal. “The unknown power comes from the continent of Qeeton, my liege. Should we send wraiths to observe the source?” a mighty general kneeled in front of her emperor.

The old woman was once one of the most beautiful women on the planet, her beauty greater than that of Helen of Troy and Queen Cleopatra of the Ptolemaic Dynasty. She was in a league of her own and discovered more than a thousand new spells in her time. All her creations were documented in a spellbook which was now kept in the safety of the witches in their castle, by Poseidon's Falls. It was noted that after many years in service to the then King, Sheba wanted to rule. Her betrayal brought on an era of evil, with her using her famous – and outlawed – reincarnation spell to raise an army. She was eventually stopped. Her body now lay deep in the tombs beneath the castle.

"And when will I be yours?" "It depends," Beverly replied casually. "Dependent on what?" "Depending on when you will open your heart to me," "I opened it," "I don't have the key," Beverly pursed her lips. "Can you tell me where you keep the keys to your heart?" "In a place that humans may not be able to reach," "Luckily, I'm not human. I'm a fairy. " "You're not a fairy?" Jackson pinched Beverly's nose anxiously. "You are a devil."

Her kiss felt like a symbol of the eternal love and bond that they shared. “Can you promise that we’ll be together forever, Garin? That even after death, we’ll find each other in Harlem and be together for all eternity?” Hannah asked. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Hannah. I promise you that our love will live forever, in the physical world and the Nether realm. We will love each other for every lifetime, every generation and nothing will ever break us apart. I swear it,” He said. “I swear it as well,” Hannah said and they sealed their promise with another kiss and let the night swallow them in its calm and peace as they engaged in the sharing of skin and the passion found within.

Kieran gulped as he carried on reading. “It does not walk, for it has no need; it does not breathe, as it has no use. It is here; it is there; therefore, it is everywhere. For you are damned, child; you can call it whatever you want, a king, a god or more. It is…” The cathedral darkened. Not with a shadow but with an absence. The constellations above blinked out, one by one, until only a single spiral remained, a burning gold against the void.

Inside lay a folded parchment sealed with crimson wax: the Ember Circle’s original charter—and a second, smaller key of burnished silver. She unfolded the charter carefully. The parchment crackled with age. The charter’s script spoke of oaths sworn by fire, of binding spells, and of the first prophecy: that two hearts united could awaken the Eternal Ember. But the margins bore a second notation in her great-uncle’s hand: “Beware the twin key: one opens truth, the other, fate’s cage.” Isabelle’s breath caught. She withdrew the silver key, its surface etched with a stylized sun and moon entwined. “Two keys,” she murmured. “One of serpent’s flame, one of cosmic balance.”