A Thousand More Years Novels & Stories

The tough decisions were Helen's to make. The following day, Chloe strode into the office and handed in her resignation. When she got home, she began to sift through the mountain of photos that chronicled the trio's shared history. Over twenty years of friendship had produced album after album of memories. Childhood games of house with Andrew and Stephen, middle school award ceremonies, college road trips... Each photo brought the past to life, as if she could step right back into those moments. However, those days were gone, and they did not matter anymore.

For once, I was allowed to want this. Kael’s lips brushed my temple. “You’re smiling in your sleep again.” “I’m thinking about how I almost lost you before I even had you,” I whispered, tracing the scar along his jaw with one fingertip. “And how you still chose me anyway.” His dark eyes opened, amber flickering to life. “I’ve been waiting thirty-four years for my mate.

Then more. Always more.

“We’ve waited for a million years. With our assistance, it will take him a millennium to walk the Ancient Path.” “Alright. Let’s wait for another millennium then.”

That was the worst of it: knowing I should pull away, but wanting him anyway. The words clawed their way out of me before I could stop them. “Two thousand years,” I whispered, voice shaking. “Do you know how disgusting that sounds to someone who still counts birthdays? You’ve outlived whole civilizations. You’ve fed on them. And I’m just… another mouthful to you, aren’t I?”

Her jaw snapped shut. She forced her breathing to steady, drawing herself up to her full height. Then a dry, dismissive chuckle escaped her lips, breaking the heavy tension Elainna had so carefully constructed. "Sixteen thousand years." Emmeline shook her head slightly. "Sounds terrifying until you remember how time works here." Elainna's smile faltered a fraction of an inch. "One day in my world is a year in yours." Emmeline stepped closer, refusing to yield an inch of ground. "Sixteen thousand years here is exactly forty-five years where I come from. Forty-five."

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