A secret society of immortals.

To the ordinary world, it was a mere legend, a whisper lost among folklore and forgotten texts. But to those who truly knew, Eterna was home to the undying—a secret society of immortals who had walked the earth for centuries, shaping its course from the shadows.

• For as long as recorded history stretched, the Immortals of Eterna had existed. They were not gods, nor demons, but men and women who had unlocked the mysteries of eternal life. Some had sought it out through alchemy, others through forgotten rituals, and a rare few had stumbled upon it by accident. Bound by their shared fate, they had sworn an oath to remain hidden, to never reveal their existence to mortals, and to guide humanity only when absolutely necessary.
• The society operated in silence, concealed behind centuries-old institutions, influencing events without ever taking credit. Wars had been averted through their counsel, civilizations steered toward progress through their intervention, and secrets buried deep beneath the sands of time when necessary. Yet, among them, there was always a lingering question—was immortality a gift, or a curse?
• Ezra Valen had lived for over eight hundred years. Once a scholar in the libraries of Alexandria, he had seen empires rise and fall. He had debated philosophy with the greatest minds, watched as discoveries shaped the world, and seen the ones he loved fade into memory. But tonight, as he walked through the marble halls of Eterna’s grand chamber, he felt an unfamiliar sensation creeping into his heart—doubt.
• “Something is coming,” murmured Amara Delys, one of the eldest among them. She had been a healer in ancient Persia, and her eyes bore the weight of a thousand lifetimes. “The world is changing too quickly. Secrets unravel faster than we can bury them.”
• “We have always adapted,” Ezra countered, though he knew she spoke the truth. The modern age had made secrecy more difficult. Technology, surveillance, and relentless human curiosity threatened to expose them. And there were whispers—frightening whispers—of someone who had discovered their existence.
• Across the chamber, Lucian Dantes leaned against a pillar, his arms crossed. He had once been a knight in Charlemagne’s court, and his battle-hardened gaze betrayed a cynicism that had only deepened with time. “We should have never meddled in mortal affairs,” he said. “Every time we try to guide them, they find new ways to destroy themselves.”
• “And yet we cannot simply abandon the world,” Amara said. “Not when it teeters on the brink.”
• Ezra exhaled slowly, turning to face the others. “Then what do we do?”
• Before anyone could answer, the chamber doors burst open. A lone figure stepped inside, a hood drawn low over their face. The air around them crackled with an energy Ezra had not felt in centuries. The room fell silent as the figure spoke.
• “I know what you are.”
• The words rang out like a death knell.
• Lucian was the first to react, drawing a blade from his coat. “Who sent you?”
• The figure pulled back their hood, revealing a woman with striking amber eyes. “My name is Selene,” she said. “And I am like you.”
• A murmur spread through the chamber. Ezra’s mind raced. There had been no new immortals for centuries. The methods of their kind had been lost, the knowledge carefully hidden. Yet here she stood—a paradox, a mystery.
• Selene’s gaze met Ezra’s. “I know of your laws. Your secrecy. But the world is watching now, more than ever before. They are looking for us.”
• “Who?” Amara asked, her voice calm but edged with worry.
• “The Order of the Veil,” Selene answered. “A society of mortals who have spent generations hunting us. They believe we hold the key to divinity itself. And they are closer than ever.”
• A cold silence settled over the room. Ezra exchanged glances with Amara, then Lucian. The Order of the Veil was a name he had heard only in whispers, in warnings passed down from elders long gone.
• “They will not stop,” Selene continued. “They have technology, resources. If we do nothing, our existence will no longer be a secret.”
• Ezra closed his eyes for a brief moment. The weight of centuries pressed upon him. He had long questioned the purpose of their existence—if they were meant to merely endure or if they had a higher calling. Now, it seemed, the choice had been made for them.
• He opened his eyes, determination hardening his expression. “Then we make our stand.”
• The immortals of Eterna had remained in the shadows for centuries.