A Thousand Lifetimes Book Novels & Stories

“You and I are going to live just as long as any of the other Menae and Guardians. We’re going to live for three or four hundred years. More if we’re careful. I didn’t know my sisters would ask me to be Luna. So, that means I’m Luna of the Menae until I die and you’re their Alpha. We have to make sure we rehabilitate enough Katie to reclaim her title as Luna before that time comes.” The gears in my head grind to a rusted stop. The hundreds of lifetimes I’ve already lived flash through my mind like photographs. Quick and turbulent, filled with violence and mixed with my enduring love for Kas. “Hundreds? As in multiple centuries?” Kas cringes and nods. “I-I hadn’t figured out the best way to t

“We’re already planning the Fiftieth. One thousand men. And we’ll keep going as long as we draw breath.” Lila, voice hoarse but filled with serene joy, nestled deeper between them. “I was born for this,” she whispered. “Thank you for never letting me escape.” The ocean continued its eternal rhythm outside. Inside, the obsession had become something truly timeless — a dark, filthy, profoundly loving legacy that would echo through generations. The flame would never die.

One Thousand Years After the War The amphitheater had been built for this specific purpose—to hold the Millennial Council, where representatives from across the known world gathered to commemorate the thousand-year anniversary of the Great War and to hear from the last living witness. Elara stood backstage, preparing herself. At a thousand and thirty-five years old—give or take, she'd stopped counting precisely after the first few centuries—she was the oldest living being in recorded history. Functionally immortal, unchanged from the day of her reconstitution, she'd watched empires rise and fall, technologies evolve beyond recognition, and the coalition she'd helped build transform into some

"I'm sorry… Zoey. I remember now." That caught me off guard. I frowned. "What do you mean?" Gary shut his eyes, bit his lip until blood spilled, and a line of tears slid down his face. "I remember that you once endured 999 lifetimes just to save me. "A man like me doesn't deserve your love. I won't ask for your forgiveness. All I want is for you to accept my apology. If you come back, I'll give you a gift." Furious, Charles grabbed Gary by the collar and demanded to know why he hadn't cherished me when he had the chance. However, Gary's eyes never left mine, filled only with sorrow.

"Ten lives. I waited ten lives for you to look at me with something other than fear, and now... you look at me like a stranger." ​"Because you are a stranger," I countered. I stood up, my legs shaking, but the violet light in my eyes stayed steady. "Where are we? Is this Life Zero?" ​Julian stood slowly, keeping his hands visible. He looked around the deserted beach. The jungle behind the sand was a wall of emerald green, humming with a frequency that made my teeth ache. This was the source of the Tenth Life. The place where the cycle could be broken—or restarted.

One winter, Malzareth opened the book before her, his crimson eyes lingering on the page longer than usual. "Six thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years," he mused, sounding almost surprised. "You've lived longer than expected." He snapped the book shut. "Prepare the Awakening Chamber." She lowered her head. "As you command." She knew what the directive meant. Every lower god eventually awakened their inherited Authority, most within their first thousand years. She had waited nearly seven thousand. This was her final chance; if nothing happened, she would lose what little value she had left to the cult.

Your love means nothing to me anymore. "But—" "What could you possibly say? I only have two months left." I tipped my head and smiled. "Johan, didn't you say you were tired of me? Perfect. I only have two months left to live." Once I was dead, he wouldn't have to see me anymore. Johan's eyes reddened. I closed mine and leaned back as the rocking chair gently swayed, letting the pain swallow every sense. There was no cure. No matter how many famous doctors he found, I was still going to die.

“Tick-tock, tick-tock. This holder is looking desperately for you, as this very holder knows deeper than what everyone thinks lightly of this particular one. In this loop where you are summoned, pulled taken, and forcedly stolen from another. You should know, as you will eventually meet him in the final loop. The blood and their offspring, the shard and equivalent existence of their offspring.” Gasping for air as she hyperventilates and completely drops the book flipping it onto the page where that particular holder’s image is being drawn into completion. A Series of memories flooded her mind, as her eyes gaze back and pins towards the prominent ones and the originals, and where her existenc

" Chelsea glared down at the box and huffed. I still don't understand, Sophie. I laughed as her lips pouted and her face screwed up. She had pretty lips, they were really thick with a perfect cupid's bow. I opened the box and pulled out a blank pink paper heart. I held it up in the air between me and Chelsea. "This is an empty love." I pointed to the box. Noona gave me a thousand to collect in my life." I put the heart back in the box and took her hand. "A new adventure, Chelsea, To collect a thousand love kisses before I die, from my soulmate." I..... What.... Sophie? I'm confused!" She said, but I could hear the anger in her voice. Chelsea can be pretty angry when she wants to.

When he was seven, she died on a stormy night, whispering with her last breath, "Ciel, never love anyone. The moment you love, you hand them your weakness. And they will destroy you." Even after she went cold, his father didn't open the door. He hated his father. But he hated his mother more—how could she love someone enough to throw away her life? Yet Vivienne had risked hers for him. "I told you," she said quietly. "I'll play the good wife. That includes protecting you." Thunder cracked outside. Ciel curled in on himself, tension obvious. This time, Vivienne pulled him into her arms before he could fight it. Her warmth, her heartbeat against his ear—