Centennial Novels & Stories

Lucien Another century. Another ceremony. Another initiation. Another bride. I stood before the towering stained-glass windows of my private chamber, staring at the crimson horizon beyond the palace walls. The setting sun painted the sky in shades of blood and gold, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Immortality was a curse disguised as a gift. For anyone, eternity sounded appealing. Endless time. Endless possibilities. The reality was far crueler. After thousands of years, every day felt identical. Every century bled into the next until memories became difficult to distinguish from dreams.

A dozen youths left dejectedly. In Xiao Chen's last life, people used Immortal Century to number the years. Nowadays, people used Open Century to number the years. It was now more than 2,000 years in the Open Century, but the historical records here regarding the earliest times were about 4,000 years before Open Century. Therefore, this world had about 7,000 years of history. Xiao Chen could not help feeling emotional. Waking up from a dream, he saw 7,000 years pass. It should be the last years of the Immortal Century in about 5,000 years before Open Century. Unfortunately, there was no record here regarding that period of time.

"8 p.m. at the Grandview Hotel. Don’t be late." Just like that, she hung up. I exhaled slowly. Fine. One last meet before I disappeared forever.

Now that it’s over, I wonder how long it’ll take before things start to go back to normal. ~0~ Lena walked with Casey and Dawn to where a small stage had been set up on a patch of grass near the dorms. Principle Grant was holding a candlelight vigil to honour both Bryce and Shawna and to mark the end of a dark chapter in Cranmoore’s history.

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

These are his memories about the various titles he dealt with and how events brought him to different places and challenges. While barely the sun brings its rays through the western sky vaults, the sun and moon can still meet along that same treasury. Just like how Rowen and Darina could get along with each other, even if it is sitting under the same sky amid the vicious distance of their identity. Pulling themselves back to the heavier situation that they must regard, Rowen took his turn to ask. “The centennial anniversary of Clapestris is coming. What do you see is best to do now, Your Highness?”

As he spoke, Easton held out the gifts that he had prepared specially for Sebastian. "Mr. Ballard, this is a thousand-year-old centurion root that my grandfather has treasured for many years. Please accept it." Sebastian glanced at the box. There were three centurion roots that were all more than six feet long lying quietly in it. From its appearance, it was easy to tell that the centurion roots were at least several centuries old. They were certainly a valuable treasure. "Mr. Carroll, you'd better think things through. You probably don't know about what happened tonight yet, right?" Sebastian asked, smiling slightly.

With every step forward, she could hear the noises, screams, and shouting of the crowd. She halted in perplexity when she heard people shouting her husband's name, coming from behind another door. "Matteo," She blinked, looking at him. "It's a match today," He said. The guards bowed their heads at their sight. "What match?" She asked, with an increased heartbeat. They stepped into a gargantuan hall. Her heart skipped a beat when she witnessed a matching ring in the centre of the hall and a hundred people were surrounding it.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

One Year Later I had no idea that a toddler could move that fast. I am chasing Colton around the backyard. This little guy is quick. He is a year and a half now and growing like a weed. Everly and I got married six months ago, and everything has been great. Leaving him when we went on our honeymoon was hard, but I know he had a blast with his grandparents. He was thrilled when he got a set of golf clubs for Christmas. Dad and Aaron took him golfing when we were on our honeymoon; now, Colton is obsessed with it. He will actually sit there for hours and watch tournaments on tv. I will probably get him some golf lessons in a couple of years. He also loves hockey. That is thanks to Dr