The Eternal War Novels & Stories

✦ ✦ ✦ The Warlord Eternal did not look like what she had expected. She had expected immensity something that bent space around it, something that made the room feel wrong. What stepped through the air of the sanctum looked like a man in his later years, silver-haired, with eyes that were the same ember-red as Kael's and a face of absolute, weathered calm. He looked at Seren with the dispassionate assessment of a craftsman examining a piece of work that had gotten out of hand. "The oracle," he said. His voice was what she had expected low, vast, something that resonated in the walls. "I see why."

"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

And Ethan Everlight, Alpha King, hybrid of human and Ancients, prepared himself for the fight that would decide the fate of the world. The war was far from over. The storm was coming. And together… they would.

The river had swollen into the fields, and treetops broke the surface of the water which swirled restlessly around hidden obstacles, so it wasn’t lying, but Lyric doubted that the sign maker had a flood in mind. “You said that before. I don’t understand,” she indicated to turn off. That road would lead to one of the river crossings, and she suspected that it would be impassable due to flooding. Plus, they sought the dam. It still made sense that whatever was in the water would have originated from there. “What old war?” He slid her a frown. “The Eternal Wars of the Gods,” he prompted. “Sounds cheerful,” she said dryly. “You know nothing,” he realized with mild

she whispered, “we face it together.” The immortal’s eyes narrowed as he lifted his hand to the sky. Moonlight wrapped around his fingers like chains of silver fire. “Then let them come,” he said. “Let the next war begin.” And somewhere beyond the Veil, a shadow stirred, older than eternity itself, watching. The game was far from over. The bond had changed fate but fate was not yet finished.

“Okay.” “The Long War.” His eyes hold mine. “I don’t know much about the East — almost no one this side of the world does; that’s rather the point of them — but I know enough to know that name should frighten you. I know it sounded familiar when you first mentioned it, and now it makes complete sense. The Long War wasn’t just any war. It was the war. The one that came before the East ever drew its borders and kept to its side of the world. Before councils, before territories, before any of the structures we live under now. It’s the thing all of that was built to recover from.” His grip tightens. “And if your wolf has ties going back that far — if Sapphire is something that walked through tha

He bit his lip, poured the blood into the tempest, then he said in a lowly yet clapping of a thunderous voice, “Immortal once suffer a huge defeat. However, you exist amidst the luxurious of their sacrifices. Surely, you leaving now and the disappearances of the path of eternity...is a defying existence!” The words that uttered barely reach the boy ears. This boy is none other than Eterfinite! The time the words reach him, his entire being tremble and a his eyes lit up with the gold light. In an incense worth of time, just as the light disappear in his eyes, the tempest shattered and reveal the death of all the living things in the mountain! In an instant, they all turn into dust, leaving no