Una Eternidad Mas Tarde Novels & Stories

“Mr. Colombo—let me go! We all witnessed it. Time of death was recorded. If you don’t believe me, go to the mortuary. See her yourself.” The words finally broke through. Slowly, his fingers uncurled, falling limp at his sides. I wanted to reach for him then. To tell him it was true. But all I could do was watch, unseen, as despair hollowed him out from the inside. “She promised me…” His voice cracked. “She promised me forever.” His teeth sank into his lip until blood ran red down his mouth, a mafia prince unraveling into something raw, feral. And still, he whispered like a man possessed: “She’s not gone. I’ll prove it. I’ll see her myself.”

This way, you won't be able to recognize me in your next life, right, Shayla? Please, just give me one more chance to love you.

Ready to play her part again. And somewhere, deep inside her, her wolf growled. Not yet. But soon. Soon the White Queen would rise. And when she did—the world would remember her name.

“Don’t be suspicious. I’m just putting in some extra hours. The hot air balloons need maintenance too.” “What time will you be back?” I asked him again. “A little later.” “Okay. I’ve made your favorite dishes, so please come home soon.” As time went on, whenever I asked, his responses became more dismissive. “I’ll be back later.” All those ‘laters’ often stretched into the early hours of the morning. Then there was the night I had heated his meal several times already when my phone suddenly pinged with a notification. It was a post from Michelle.

To something much, much bigger. Ethereal took a step back, fading slightly, her form beginning to dissolve into smoke and starlight. “You must wake now,” she said. “They will need you. The smoke will fade soon, and with it, my reach.” “Wait!” I called, heart racing. “Will I see you again?” She smiled—not kindly, not cruelly. Just… eternally. “Only when you are ready to remember everything.” And then The temple collapsed into light. Everything turned white once more.

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.”

"A fucking monster you willingly offered your innocent little girl to. And oh, how you begged me to accept her" Mr. Santos' eyes widened in horror as he tightened his grip on the knife. "You..." "Torture me all you want," Sergio began, his voice barely above a whisper. Each word was a battle, fought through gritted teeth and labored breaths. "Fucking break me and strip me of everything, but know this—L'eternità all'inferno è di gran lunga preferibile a una fottuta vita senza Rosana. What I feel for her is infinite. Even if she does not forgive me, even if you kill me and my body fucking fades, my heart and soul would forever belong to her, even after death" [Eternity in hell is so much prefe

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and his touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body. “Because my forever isn’t long enough,” I finally whispered. “I want an eternity with you, not just a lifetime. And plus, look at me, Joseph. I’m getting older.” Joseph furrowed his brows together and he looked genuinely confused. “Tessa, you are beautiful,” he breathed. “What are you talking about?” “You are attracted to me right now. But you won’t be when I’m much older. You’ll still be the young and hot man that you are right now. I’ll be ancient. Will you still love me when I’m 80?”

"I will die?" Aidan sighed, "No one lives forever, Adam. Not even us immortals. It has been written in the heavens above. Just like Eve, your are never meant to live long. That's just how the Gods work. You leave now, you will live but if you stay to finish what you came here for, you will have what you want but know that your time in the living world will soon come to an end." Adam frowned, "What do you mean, what I want?"

So many people, So many lives and yet I’m still searching for just one. Just one soul that refuses to be found! Maybe I’ll find her tomorrow….. Or the next day…. Or the next fucking decade! Or maybe I already fucking missed her again but if she was dead I would know! I should know! Sadness and grief fills me again as the thought of never getting to see her settles heavier than it should. A WEEK LATER……. I guess being immortal doesn’t automatically mean I have to be jobless. Contrary to whatever myth humans like to believe, eternity isn’t spent brooding in castles or lurking in shadows doing nothing.