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Eternity Echoes

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Tempo 31m

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Capítulos 8
Tempo 31m

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Mira has lived through centuries of turmoil and transformation, burdened by a curse of immortality she never asked for. As she witnesses the relentless loss of loved ones and the world around her, she desperately seeks an end to her endless suffering. In *Eternity Echoes*, Mira's journey through time becomes a poignant exploration of grief and the true cost of eternal life. Can she find peace in a world that forever changes, or is she doomed to be forever haunted by her past?(CC) Atribuição-CompartilhaIgual

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Remembering You For Eternity, de runexi

[[Book 2 (FINAL book) of "One Lifetime is Never Enough"]] "I would have waited for you forever." The lament of a faraway voice that she had missed - that she had been longing to answer to - echoed in her mind. "But, you are no longer here." The despairing sigh was a muted murmur - clawing at her, begging for her to respond. But she was there, here, wherever the voice was. But then again, she might as well was not. She could no longer see, could no longer reach him. The voice sounded so near, but it was also as far as another world she could no longer be in. Nevertheless, she could still feel, in the darkness that was cradling her non-existence; the agony she felt in her non-beating heart, in her dormant soul, it was all due to her longing. For the owner of the voice. For him. The voice kept begging in agony - tormenting her, tormenting himself. And she could not do anything. "Please wait for me." "Please remember me." "Why... why can't I see you?" "Won't you wait for me?" ----------------- For you, I will wait for eternity. This time, I will wait. This time, it is my turn to wait. So please, please just let me find you. Please, be there when I find you. Please, tell me that you are still mine. That I still exist, perhaps not in your memory, but etched in your very soul. Like you have been deeply engraved in mine, lingering like a beautiful illness I will gladly bear and succumb to. Because, I will search to all corners of this world, and wait until the end of days. For you. Because, this world will always be wretched without you. And then, I will always, forever, bloom. For you. -----------------

We All Have Rotten Cores, de Gothicwriter24

In a sinister, hopeless world of post-WW2, Ernsta struggles through every moment, to find the words that keep her tied together, almost harmonious, complete. It's becoming more scarce as the world simply decays around her. These books keep away the remorse that haunts her at every waking and sleeping moment, lurking in her dreams; memories of the screams of corpses, and a voice echoing that slit their throats. Remorse is even in the dark as she lies there. And yet something sinister lies in freedom; something she fears. Because anything could be in the dark, just look and you'll find it. Content warning: Holocaust references (that's partially what the book is about), grief and loss (if this is something you find triggering there is a lot of it)

the Zone of Silence, de UniqueZebra03

A question came to me during a reset. A question that has started bleeding through my veins. A question I whisper over and over in my sleep. A question you think I am asking passively. But it stitches into me, coiling around my being. A question I keep asking because it doesn't make sense. All that is left of the world is a city. She is the only person left. She doesn't know what happened, where the people went, why there is no life. You are there. But who are you? What is she? What is she supposed to do when the world resets, and more and more of the city is demolished. She's running out of time. *Completed*

The Pit: Watchmaker's Hell Book One, de LABarnes

In life, we are plagued by the uncertainty of an afterlife, and it is often expected that when we die, everything will suddenly make sense. But when a group of strangers, similar only in their time of death, find themselves in the afterlife, they are faced with more questions than ever before. Are they in Heaven or Hell? If they're in Heaven, why is there a Nazi wandering around? Why are there no children? If they are in Hell, what universal law did they break? Is there a way to repent and move on to a better eternity? At least one man seems to have some answers. Marcus, a Roman dead for 2,000 years, gains the group's trust by leading them through the perils of their new reality. But soon it becomes clear that Marcus is only telling them half the story.

The Ink of Our Souls|ONC2025, de DCVbookfan

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Echoes, de ninja_backtoschool

Vida Mehr has killed her employer after years spent under his control and, with his death, established safety for those in her territory. It's only when someone she doesn't particularly want to help asks for safety that she questions how much of her former boss she is going to mirror in her own leadership. As months pass into years, Vida is faced with forming and breaking alliances based on her decision and is left wondering if she made the right choice with one Lucas Bradley's request for amnesty. --- Before he was handed the keys to a collapsing kingdom by one Vida Mehr, Lucas had his own plans to climb as many ranks as he could. The sacrifices made along the way couldn't have mattered more than taking upper echelon positions...could they? In the aftermath of their alliance, Lucas wonders what he will need to do to both keep from stepping into his former commander's footsteps and keep his own medical condition from damaging the progress this truce has made. -- Vol watches the world change around them after Vida and Lucas's alliance solidifies, but is forced to balance their own life's changes while observing the new peace. -- (A short story in three parts)

Reborn To Revenge , de SelusSarang

"Please, let me go" I don't know why she wanted to kill me. I thought she was my best friend. She stabbed the knife into my chest, "He said only if you are dead, he'll accept me" I spatted the blood from my mouth, "H-He?" "Yes. When he confessed his love to you, do you remember how you rejected him?" "I d-did that because I k-knew you like -him" "Oh stop your drama 'I am a good girl' show. I have lots of money, I have so many ways to get what I like. But he asked me you to be dead. so of course to get what i want, I'll go to any extreme" Again she stabbed me in the same place, "Be a good a girl and have a Eternal sleep. Don't worry, I'll lead a happy life with the one I love" Before I closed my eyes, I saw her evil smile which pained me a lot. Why I have to die like this? It's unfair for me. I can't accept dying like this. It's really not fair. -------------------------- Daily update guaranteed. Please support me. Thank you.

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Remembering You For Eternity

[[Book 2 (FINAL book) of "One Lifetime is Never Enough"]] "I would have waited for you forever." The lament of a faraway voice that she had missed - that she had been longing to answer to - echoed in her mind. "But, you are no longer here." The despairing sigh was a muted murmur - clawing at her, begging for her to respond. But she was there, here, wherever the voice was. But then again, she might as well was not. She could no longer see, could no longer reach him. The voice sounded so near, but it was also as far as another world she could no longer be in. Nevertheless, she could still feel, in the darkness that was cradling her non-existence; the agony she felt in her non-beating heart, in her dormant soul, it was all due to her longing. For the owner of the voice. For him. The voice kept begging in agony - tormenting her, tormenting himself. And she could not do anything. "Please wait for me." "Please remember me." "Why... why can't I see you?" "Won't you wait for me?" ----------------- For you, I will wait for eternity. This time, I will wait. This time, it is my turn to wait. So please, please just let me find you. Please, be there when I find you. Please, tell me that you are still mine. That I still exist, perhaps not in your memory, but etched in your very soul. Like you have been deeply engraved in mine, lingering like a beautiful illness I will gladly bear and succumb to. Because, I will search to all corners of this world, and wait until the end of days. For you. Because, this world will always be wretched without you. And then, I will always, forever, bloom. For you. -----------------