I've Waited A Hundred Years Novels & Stories

Outside my window, the moon was full. I didn’t know why, but the strangers words clung to me like a prophecy. “I’ve been waiting for you… for a thousand years.”

This was the very last thing that I ever expected. I have been waiting for over a hundred years or more for my intended mate, and the shock of her actually turning out to be a mere, insignificant human was almost too much for me to bear. The best thing about my position is, that I was not cursed with the effects of time. I was coming up on my 125th year here in less than a month, and I was beginning to think that I was going to have to tread this soil for a decade without the likes of finding my true intended, the only one truly meant for me.

They reach till my back now and when I look at myself in the mirror I can see how much I resemble my late mother. I had my eyes closed as I hummed a melody and some of the birds chipped in. The forest trees swayed gently along with the hums and created a soft breeze. I wondered how much more I would have to wait. I opened my eyes slowly to the blue sky. Milia, the witch, foretold that if I can endure a hundred years I’ll get what I want. A slow smirk appeared on my face. ‘ If ’ she was right that is. I sighed internally and lowered my head to look straight in the forest. It was lively as ever. The trees were thick, the grass was lush and the residents of the forest were happy.

My words echo for what feels like forever. I can’t see it, but I can hear its cloak flapping behind a figure as it floats from one corner to another. “We know why you have come, Valerie,” its voice sounds hoarse. I almost wince at the sound of it. “We have waited a great many centuries for your arrival.” Centuries? “May I ask why?” I ponder curiously. You’d have to be extremely dedicated to wait for me. Should I be flattered? “It isn’t my place to say. Come,” I still can’t see the being, but follow, stepping deeper into the darkness.

And waits. The debt can wait. The fight can wait. Everything can wait. For four years and nine months. Then the real story begins. END OF PART ONE

He looked at me, his voice calm, and somehow that was more suffocating than any outburst. "And besides, it's only an engagement party. The actual wedding is still a long way off." "There's no reason to rush like this." I looked at him, and suddenly I smiled. "But what if I just want to rush?" Julian's face darkened at once. "You've already waited ten years. What's a few more days?" I said nothing. But he seemed to have finally lost his patience. "Elena, lately you've done nothing but push." "Sometimes I even start to think it isn't me you're in such a hurry for."

She asked in the dark looking into his eyes. “Oh, God. You remembered this time from the beginning.” He said. “What you mean I remembered this time from the beginning there’s more?” She asked extremely softly. “There’s about seven more, maybe even a few that I don’t know about. I’ve been waiting five hundred years for you to call me Mitsu again.” Matthew stated as he looked into her face. It took everything he had not to wrap his arms tightly around her, and the inner struggle that he was going through didn’t even remotely come close to the battle that he could feel within her.

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.

She could feel the weight of his age pressing down on her, centuries of existence, millennia of waiting. "I have been waiting for you," he said again, his voice a whisper that echoed through the chamber like the rustle of dead leaves. "I have been waiting for centuries. I have been watching you since the day you were born. I have been waiting for you to become strong enough to find me."

But I will never let that happen. I waited patiently for this moment to come. This waiting has become a part of my life. For fifteen years, I have been praying for our paths to cross. And this is the answer to my prayer.