The Eternal Idol Black Sabbath Novels & Stories

It's time for you, Forgo those rules, Be the legend you are, By embracing you. Stand at the pinnacle, Of fire and darkness, And scream, For the world to know. Darkness, Arise. Serve me. For I am he, Who was, Before, It became, Darkness. Now rise, And serve me. Baèl, The Eternal One One, two, repeat. Breathe, breathe. Hit. Hit again. Hit harder. Repeat. Curl into a ball, scream out in frustration. Hit harder than ever. Cry.

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

And years from now, I would come to relive the worst of my nightmares, those memories embedded deep in my soul, with no hope of release. My eternal prison.

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

Eternal. The word eternal can be defined as an everlasting or universal spirit representing the Moon Goddess lasting or existing forever. Let that sink in. I wasn't always an Eternal Wolf. Before I was ever an Eternal Wolf, I was the Alpha Queen. Becoming the Alpha Queen wasn't easy by any stretch of the word, but being the Alpha Queen shaped me into the she-wolf I have become. I didn't know it then, but I was destined for greatness. The Moon Goddess made sure of that. Saving my people, and really the earth realm from absolute destruction wasn't something I was thinking about when I was a young wolf. Little did I know.

“Is Hades not synonymous to…?” “Satan?” Lex completed the sentence. “Yes it is. And if I use that to guess where their name is originated, I would say they refer to themselves as the sons of Satan, products of evil. The ultimate demons, feeling no remorse whatsoever but kill and destroy anything and everything in sight.” “Great,” Groaned Byron, “Just great.” “But that is not what you think, is it?” Bob said, looking at Lex curiously.

Sable licked a stray drop of cum from Vespera’s thigh before kissing us both. Across the vast sanctum and the infinite blossoming realms, the Eternal Throng settled into a glowing, satisfied sea of bodies. Soft, lingering thrusts and gentle caresses continued everywhere a perpetual afterglow that would never fully cool. The Song sang on, richer and more joyful than ever, its melody now carrying the unique timbre of every voice that had joined the communion. From a single terrified soul cast into the flames of fear, through ninety-nine chapters of refining heat, to this—the Eternal Apex where all souls met in sacred, filthy, transformative union.

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.

He didn't come back until the next morning. I was so relieved when he finally returned. His clothes carried the faint, ritualistic scent of myrrh, ancient wood, and consecrated earth—the unmistakable scent of a blood-oath rite. I’d even asked him, “Were you at the sanctuary?” He said, “Just passing by.” I never imagined he would betray me. Betray our eternity. Now I understood. He had forged the Eternal Bond with Livia that night. And I, like a fool, had been sitting here worried sick about him.

We were trapped in an endless cycle of pursuit and death, all because of one woman's delusional entitlement. "There has to be a way to break it," I said desperately. "Some way to sever the connection." Mr Blake was quiet for a long moment, staring into the flames. "There might be," he said finally. "But it would require Margaret to let go of her obsession willingly. And after five lifetimes of feeding her hatred..." "She'll never let go," Thomas finished grimly. The cottage fell silent except for the crackling of the fire. I closed my eyes, trying to process everything I'd learned. The weight of multiple lifetimes pressed down on me, memories of love and loss spanning centuries.