The Eternal Supreme Novels & Stories

Orgasms crashed in one endless, harmonious wave that made the very fabric of creation glow. At the absolute pinnacle, the original eight formed the core knot of the Eternal Flame. Every hole was filled. Every connection complete. Cocks, tongues, fingers, and essences merged in one perfect, filthy, sacred union. The shared climax transcended everything that had come before—a supernova of golden-emerald light that washed through all existence, sealing the eternal truth in every soul.

May you enjoy your new eternity. The one without me.

“Did the humans win?” “Yes. However, there had been no record of how the humans won, Arth. But most people believe that it had something to do with the three Power Crystals … given by the Adentus—” “Wait … Adentus?” Jade sighed. “They are the three Supreme Deities … the Three Pillars of Divinity … the Three Points of the Triangle … the ones who created our world before the Age of the Empyreal Gods.”

Was I in hell? "No, you are not in hell," he answered. "Look, you ate what you should have never eaten, it should have not been there in the first place. I am Koyala, the leader of this crew you see here. And yes, we are short. We come from a planet called Myozola and we are here on a mission." As if I pissed him off he shouted to some other white guy in a foreign language and immediately a flashing light shone at me and with the words "go home" from him I passed out.

He rode the private elevator up to his sanctuary and headed straight for the office. Night had fallen, yet Elio felt too energized to sleep. He sat on the carpet, legs crossed, tuning into the pulsing energy within. He was deep into mastering the Supreme Transcendant Art, a legacy from his father that boasted nine formidable levels. It had been eight years since he first embraced the discipline at fifteen. Now, he was teetering on the edge of the fourth level, ready to leap into the fifth. Like a seasoned monk lost in meditation, Elio had spent the entire night awake.

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

Why did she give him power, immortality, strength beyond measure—but leave his soul to rot unloved? He rose from the throne slowly, the heavy black cape embroidered with ancient silver sigils trailing behind him like stormclouds. The guards snapped to attention, but he didn’t see them. Didn’t acknowledge them. His eyes were fixed on the balcony at the far end of the hall, where the night stretched on endlessly. Outside, the wind was cruel and sharp, slicing across the high cliffs where his fortress rested like a crow’s nest above the world. He gripped the stone railing, letting the chill bite his skin. It was better than feeling nothing.

"But now, she has left, and I'm the one who is by your side. You have never said her name to me again, so I guess you must have let her go, and that's why you chose to stay with me, right? Even though you still don't want to make our relationship public, it's alright. I can wait. I'll wait until the very day you feel it's right. Whether it's three years, five years, or ten years, as long as you have me in your heart, I can keep waiting for you. "Do you think I'm really silly? From as far back as we can remember, we have always been by each other's side. Since my life started with you, I really hope that when I reach the end, the one by my side is still you, too. I don't know what the future