A Thousand More Years Novels & Stories

I was literally the mule, breaking my back for her and her father with their fifty per cent share of my family’s company, and taking away my choice of who to spend my life with, invading my space! Just because of that bloody Edward…! I took a deep breath to calm myself, breathing hard. It’s been close to six years now and I still get riled up by the recollection.

**DORM** "Are you still here, come back to planet Earth" Mirabel snapped when she found out Cercei was no longer saying anything but staring into space. Cercei snapped out of her daze, her mentally debating on what Mirabel just said. "Was just thinking about what you just said, you are right. I have been dating Aaron for good two years and we haven't talked about marriage or our future together, he always seems uninterested and tends to wave the conversation off when it leads to marriage" Cercei explained, sighing sadly thinking deeply about it.

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

"This... this... how is this possible? Can you... can you see me?" A surprised voice sounded in the air. "Is there anything difficult?" Samuel smiled slightly. "Difficult?" The voice in the air laughed. "Do you know how long it took for the last person to see me?" "1,700,006,000 years!!" 1.7,000,006,000 years? Hearing this number, Samuel frowned. What kind of concept was this? Even if a year was casually used to count, a year every second, it could be counted for nearly 80 years! After Samuel was shocked, he felt a little sympathy for a person, who had spent a total of 1.7 billion years.

Celeste wrote in her journal: “Global leadership is not expansion. It is translation. It is listening across borders.” Leah wrote in her diary: “I am not afraid of being small. I am afraid of being silent. And silence is gone.” The Phoenix Pact endured. It rose. It spread. It burned. Beyond the horizon.

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.

“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.”

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