Novel & Cerita I've Waited 100 Years

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,”

The room was bathed in the pale silvery glow of the moon. His mind briefly turned to the approaching Red Moon- a time when unmated wolves in every pack waited eagerly for the moon to reveal their destined mates. His lips curled in derision. He'd been waiting his 'mate' for the past 200 years, to no avail. Two centuries of endless waiting for what did not exist. He'd long given up on finding her, and he knew this year's Red Moon would come and go like all the others. Perhaps the Moon Goddess didn't deign to give a hopeless monster like him a mate, which was absolutely understandable. He pushed the thought away from his mind and rose.

he mumbles, making me giggle. Leaning to him, I kiss his lips again, I finally get him to smile. “You waited ten years to get me, didn’t you?” “And look what it got me,” he chuckles, putting his hands on my hips as he pulls himself up. “I never believed in the ‘good things come to those who wait’ bullshit, and yet here you are. In my arms, wearing my ring. And every awful second of those ten years without you was absolutely worth it.”

I'm always very careful. Well, at least I try to be. Maybe it's time I rethink the whole... staying alive thing. Ten years and Chima still hasn't returned. He was never coming back for me.

He sighed at how unfortunate he was, he had immortality but no one to spend it with. His heart was heavy with sorrow and loneliness. He has been single for 800 years just waiting for him. Daylen was sure that he has broken the world record for how long he has been single, despite all the yearning for a man's touch in him. He never once thought of giving up on waiting for him.

"I think the something was the ward in the stone of this room. The old ward. The one that's been there for two hundred years. I think someone who knew exactly what you would be placed that ward there for you to find." I let her words sink in, the cold logic of it hitting me harder than any physical blow. Two hundred years. Someone had been waiting for me, someone had paved the road I was currently walking on, and I had been too busy fighting for air to notice the map laid out in the stone. "And you're telling me this because?" I asked, my voice barely a thread.

"I intend to finish what my grandmother started, and then go home to my wife and stop letting the past run every hour of our lives." "See that you do," Vanessa said, something almost gentle in her voice. "Eleanor waited eighty years for someone to look for the truth. I do not think she would want the people who finally found it to forget how to live in the present because of it." Thirty days, I thought. Thirty days to finish a story that had already waited eighty years to be told. It did not feel like enough time. It also, somehow, felt like exactly enough.

The message hadn't provided one. I picked it up and read the last line again. She states she has been waiting for this meeting for sixty-two years. Since 1961. Since the farmhouse and the entity and the four hours and twenty-three minutes. Since she refused it and wrote sixty-one pages about what that cost and what it required and left it for whoever came after. She had been waiting since then for three active Sovereign lines to exist simultaneously. She had been waiting for the moment she could come out of wherever she'd been and say what she knew to the people who could act on it.

“Like what, exactly?” “Waiting.” A single word that felt so fitting and yet sounded so infuriating. Lucas gave a small, hollow laugh. “I’ve been waiting for Lilith for years. I’ve spent a century waiting for her to come back to me.” Lucas paused for a moment, then turned slightly, just enough to show part of his face to Veronica. “A few more days won’t kill me easily, Veronica.” Veronica didn’t answer right away, because she knew that well enough. But she felt that none of that was the heart of the matter at hand.

Sable feeling him feel her. Neva somewhere finding the agreement underneath thirty years of distance between a father and a daughter who had both been more than the current system had room for. The structure extending. The work continuing. Six months. And everything still ahead. I thought: Vassa waited three hundred years. I thought: we have been doing this for six months. I thought: we have so much time. I thought: we have all the time we need. The silver at my wrist pulsed. Warm. Steady.