The Eternal Sea Novels & Stories

Erika said to the two in front of us, I just breathed. "No one can betray them because they have strange devices in their bodies that they cannot remove because that person is the only one who can do it. If they want to disappear, they will die." Señior Dracula said to us. "For every replacement Elders, there is a device that will be inserted into them and that is the device made by Señior Matt even Maria Vero does not know its formula." Maria Irene answered us and Erika and I were wowed. The dead will be able to remove it from them, Señior Matt is no longer there to be removed.

He was the only one standing there alone. He raised his head, staring at the dazzling Northern Lights above him, and old memories shook themselves loose in his mind. On his eighteenth birthday, he had made a wish. In this life, he wanted to climb the highest mountain, dive into the deepest sea, go skydiving once, and see the most romantic of auroras. Sinead had stood right beside him then, and she had echoed every line he had said. Now, they were finally standing under the aurora, yet they had already lost each other in the crowd.

Survival, I am learning, is sometimes just choosing not to open certain wounds. The air shifts. Reality tightens like a held breath. Eternal stands in the center of the hall. She does not arrive. She is simply there. Seventeen forever. Silver-and-black hair caught between states. Eyes mismatched and endless. “I have information,” she says. Her voice is layered—Tempest beneath something older. “The pain shared it while I held it suspended.” Every hammer in the hall stills. “Emptiness is not destroying what it consumes,” Eternal continues. “It is storing it. Compressing matter, memory, and concept into a pocket dimension outside conventional reality.”

She was not one of them. The mama then motioned for her and the other young lady to follow to the etiquette test. There she met with the rest of the ladies and there were only 20 ladies left from the original 50. More than a half of the ladies were eliminated in this test. A straight line was made with white sand and three pieces of jadeite were put on her shoulder and her head. “Walk the entire length of this white sand line. Those who drop their jadeite first will be eliminated.”

The day my daughter was fighting for her life, my wife, Shirley Hartley, was busy helping her childhood friend Oliver Burke get married. I called seventeen times. On my eighteenth try, she finally picked up. "Shirley, Nyssa's getting worse. The doctor says she needs life support now. They want twenty grand upfront. Where's the money?" Her voice turned ice-cold. "I used it. Oliver's wedding is coming up, and that stuff costs money. I'm not letting his fiancée's family look down on him. "Nyssa just has asthma, right? She coughs a little and suddenly they want twenty grand? Sounds like a scam." Nyssa lay in the hospital bed, her tiny face ghost-pale. Her eyes slowly opened. "Daddy, I wa

Winds whispered, oceans hummed, and the skies shimmered with translucent patterns of color. Aetherion became the seed of all balance—a world that remembered what the original Heart had been. And deep within its luminous oceans, something began to stir. --- The Pulse Beneath the Sea For eons, Aetherion was calm. Then, one day, the oceans split apart as light rose from the depths—a column of golden fire and silver mist spiraling toward the heavens. From it emerged a form—tall, ageless, radiant. Neither human nor divine, but memory incarnate.

the priestess said. “So it’s not just me,” Elira murmured. Naeria walked to the window, her voice low. “There’s a name in the tide. It hasn’t been spoken in centuries.” “What name?” Naeria hesitated. Then: “Aeltharuun.” The word tasted like salt and thunder. Elira’s breath caught. “What is it?” “An isle that once floated between magic and reality. Home of the Seabound—those who could hear the ocean’s memory. It sank long ago… or so we believed.”

“We’re close.” Kaelen scanned the mist. “I don’t see land.” “There won’t be land,” Elias murmured. “If the seal is what the records suggest… it’s submerged. Lost in the Drowned City.” Lyra frowned. “There was a city?” Elias hesitated. “There was once a city. A kingdom of wolves who turned from the moon and worshipped the tide. They claimed the sea was the first mother. They built temples beneath the waves.” “And what happened to them?”

Content Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of violence, physical and emotional abuse, non-consensual sexual content, and coercion. These themes may be distressing or triggering to some readers. Please proceed with caution and prioritize your well-being. Elena sat in the spacious living room but her eyes weren't on the large TV screen instead they watched Dothan as he climbed down the stairs. "Where is she?" Elena asked as Dothan made to walk past her. "She's upstairs." He replied curtly, his tone clipped.

Ahmet sent the crew led by Doom and the White Lion Atlas to Three Peaks Island to fetch the Black Emerald and asked Lillian to show him the way to the Eternal Tree. The crew separated and each went to his mission. The immortal tree was located in the middle of the island, but it was on the land of the elves. It was a giant tree, its roots extending to all four sides. This tree is the lifeline of the island and the god of the elves , Its roots are hard and cannot be cut, the tree is alive and a standing being that has its own consciousness, but it is not classified as a supreme being.