A Thousand More Years Novels & Stories

he said, voice low, controlled. A pause. Then.. “It is.” Deverell exhaled, rolling his shoulders, preparing for whatever came next. Because in this world—the one he had spent centuries burying himself in, things were different.

Kade said. "The only kind worth having," I agreed. Killian set down his cup and looked at the garden, the October version of it, bare in places and still abundant in others, the specific mixture of ending and continuation that autumn always was. "Thirteen years," he said, not to either of us specifically but to the fact itself. "Thirteen years," Kade confirmed. "And the next thirteen," I said. "And the ones after that." "Yes," Killian said. "All of them."

“Happy Birthday gurlieeee!” Chelsea jumped out of nowhere, popping confetti right over my head. Tears rolled down my cheeks as she pulled me into a hug instantly. It had been ten years. Ten long years of pretending my birthday didn’t exist because the last one I celebrated was the day my parents died. A day I ran from, hated and avoided. “Hey hey, don’t cry, Mia” Chelsea murmured, wiping my cheeks. She guided me to a chair. “It’s a happy day. And the soon-to-be bride is crying?... Please, Mason would actually murder me”

"Please take all the time you need. We hope to work with you." He stood and shook my hand again. "Thank you. I enjoyed our conversation. I hope we’ll get to meet again soon." "Again?" I echoed. He nodded. "There’s a lot more of Paris to see. Maybe we could explore some of it together." I blinked, then smiled. "I’d like that." Later that night, I told Nia everything. "You two chatted that long?" she asked in shock. "He usually brushes people off in ten minutes."

"Savannah! This isn't a game. Marriage is serious. Are you really sure about this? "I stood by you for 20 years, and you never once said you wanted to marry me. So, why are you now choosing to marry a stranger? And to make matters worse, you're living so far away. Aren't you ashamed?" "I'm not acting on impulse. Every decision I've made has been carefully considered," I answered evenly. They thought they had waited for me all this time, but the truth was, I had been waiting for them just as long. For all those years, I clung to the belief that the bond between me and the Hawthorne brothers could never be broken.

Something is off. Way off.

A fresh cool breeze made me shudder. “It’s been over a thousand years, My Queen,” Even though I read about it but hearing it from someone made me realize that a thousand years is a long, long, long, long time ago. It was overwhelming. “Besides, if there really was a survivor, we would have known, or by now at least a whole new generation would have started. I doubt that there is a secret hideout or a place where they all are,”

"Give me three years." "THREE YEARS?! THAT'S TOO LONG!" "Isn't the sweetest wine is a hundred years old?" Evander revolted "So you're telling us to wait for a hundred years?! how----" "Three years. and we'll give him the best revenge the world has yet to see." She interrupted his disapproval with a wicked smile. ".... how can we be so sure that it will work?"

Joana nudged him, “be nice!!” “No, he’s right, I did, that’s why there’s been a lot of evil going on in the world lately, and the year 2020 was the cap of it all. I won the former one, and it was a century of peace and good prospering.” “So, when is the next battle between you and Yang?” “Next year.” “It’s not far at all, I hope you win this time,” Joana said.