10000 Years Later Novels & Stories

​We spent the first hour in a state of suspended shock, the kind of silence that only comes when the world you knew has been erased and replaced by something impossibly vibrant. According to Aris’s calculations, based on the celestial positions of the visible planets and the terrifyingly rapid reverse-spin of her mechanical chronometer, we weren't just in a different place. We were roughly one thousand years in the past. We were standing in the era of the First Sovereign—the golden age of the Legends that had been whispered around subway fires for generations.

Palomas Blancas said to León de Fuego in a voice trembling with emotion: "God of Fire León de Fuego, thank you!" "Take care of your health, my dear girl." Palomas Blancas cried: "After all this, how can you still say that?" "I know you love me, you're simply acting." "Idiot, do you need to be so obvious? Then wait 7,000 years for me." "I will wait, no matter how many years I will wait." "Yes." *** The human world after 7000 years. “Is this the arrow the king wants?”

until the end of time episode 4 Slowly Fransis got out of bed, he walked around and stood right behind his wife. Sonia was shocked when the man began to wrap his sturdy arms around her slim waist, her head rested on the chest of the man who was considered her sister-in-law, her ears could hear her heartbeat, she wanted to get out of this situation, her husband was in the hospital now, but she was making out with her sister-in-law, at least that's what she thought, she did not know that they were exchanging identities.

Alex cannot be less than forty years old and he still lives in such a place? The money that Anita paid him back then was capable of buying him a little house. What happened that he remained like this over the years? " What can I do for you Molly?" Alex Si asked, lighting a cigarette and puffing the smoke into the same stuffy, low ventilated room. " I have work for you…" Molly Mo began. Molly Mo slipped into her car and drove off. She felt like throwing up. She can't imagine that someone still lives in places like this despite the present day civilization.

Everyone looked at the Queen. "The First Kingdom failed to kill the Blood God." A pause. "But we succeeded in delaying him." Her eyes moved toward Evelyn. "We bought ten thousand years." Ten thousand years. For ordinary humans, that was an impossible amount of time. Empires had been born and erased during that period. Languages had changed. Names had been forgotten. Yet for beings like the Blood God, it was merely a short sleep. Evelyn looked down at her hands. A creation of the First Kingdom. A weapon designed to choose.

Tessa murmurs under her breath. “Katherine’s Mavens can live about four or five hundred years and Cora’s Agrios well...Cora, how old is the oldest you’ve ever been? I don't really know.” “Eight hundred and twenty-nine,” the red-eyed woman looks around the room. She seems like she doesn’t like attention. Musu stops typing and looks up, “Oh my Goddess. Almost a thousand years? H-How old are you now?” “Four hundred and seventy on the coming winter solstice,” Cora looks in the distance like she’s trying to remember for sure.

"Carry her like a princess! Lock them in the dark room—don't come out for an hour! Hope you two finally make your dream come true!" Then some random girl chimed in, all snarky: "Who's 1874? Some insurance guy? Ugh, hang up." Click. End of call. Pain punched me in the chest. She saved me as '1874'—just the last four digits of my number. Meanwhile, my phone screen still flashed "Sweetheart." God, what a joke. I had work to finish, thought about staying late—but I couldn't focus. So I headed home.

"Mark, ten years. Every damn second of those ten years—when didn't she love you? Tell me that. How do you even deserve—how do you deserve someone like Jenna loving you that long?" She didn't wait for an answer. Just shoved him out of the bar. Outside, the neon lights hit like prison bars—sharp, cold, and closing in. He couldn't even see his love anymore. That's when it hit him. Ten years married, and not once had he really talked to Jenna. Not once. Every moment was her trying not to upset him. Her breaking down behind a locked door so he wouldn't hear her cry. Mandy's voice wouldn't stop ringing in his head.

Five hundred years passed since Hope chose rest. Five hundred years since Dawn's first sacrifice. Five hundred years since the beginning of everything. The community had grown beyond imagination. Millions of beings. Thousands of species. Hundreds of forms of consciousness. All coexisting. All thriving. All living Hope's legacy.

Ten Years Post-Liquidation The world of 2036 did not shimmer with the blue "Chronicle" light of the old regime. It was a world of "Physical Weight"—of cordwood stacked high against winter, of hand-inked ledgers bound in leather, and of the slow, rhythmic "Friction" of a society rebuilding itself from the dirt up. The "City of Stone" had not been rebuilt; it had been recycled.