I've Waited A Hundred Years Novels & Stories

When we finally parted, something had shifted between us, a bridge spanning the centuries that had tried to keep us apart. "Costa," I whispered, my hands resting against his chest where I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong. "I don't want to wait anymore." Understanding dawned in his eyes. "Are you certain?" "The only thing I've ever been, and I’ve waited 600 years to be fully yours and you mine,” I said, my eyes filled with love, longing and want. He lifted me into his arms with surprising strength for a man who'd been in stasis for centuries, carrying me to the bed with reverent care. Our nightclothes fell away, revealing what we'd only imagined in stolen moments six hundred years

"You earned it." He hesitated, then added, "I don’t just admire your work. I admire you." I looked away quickly, flustered. "I know you just ended a marriage," he said. "And I don’t want to pressure you. I just want you to know that I’m willing to wait until you’re ready." I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t ready, but his sincerity touched me. "I want to focus on work right now," I said. He smiled gently. "Well, I’ll wait."

Until now, I didn't know who killed her. I spent 10,000 years waiting for her to come back to life, and I don't mind waiting another 10,000 years. Elizabeth, just stay with me to wait. If I never see my beloved, I will never let you see yours either. Let us wait together in pain.

“Yes. It’s been a year. Well, it’s been nearly 20 years. I was just wondering, how long you were willing to wait for her.” I look out over the gardens, jealousy of what my father has trying to take root before I pull it back. I have to remember he lost one mate and lived his life alone for hundreds of years. I’ve only been waiting for my mate for nineteen years. “I don’t know, Lady Lorelai. I truly don’t know.”

Walking slowly toward the bed, he found a familiar figure. "Have you been waiting long?" "Even if it's a thousand years, I wouldn't mind waiting for you, Honey."

Amara asked and I quickly sprinted towards her and embraced her, although it feel like a rush cold wind I didn’t care. I didn’t say anything just stood there in silence. She also didn’t say a word. “Please don’t tell me you didn’t choose your beloved?” she let a small laugh and I shake my head. god! Did I miss her voice. “Four hundred years. Four hundred years I waited for this moment.” I whispered and she tightened her hand around me.

She had probably heard everything already. She leaned against the wall quietly. “She’s not wrong,” Haven said. Donovan exhaled slowly through his nose. “One terrifying child at a time,” he muttered. Atlas smiled a little. Haven crossed the room and picked up one of the Ashveil records from the table. The old pages crackled softly beneath her fingers. Four hundred years of watching. Four hundred years of fear. Four hundred years waiting for a child they believed could stop this. Haven read silently for a moment.

I thought about Alejandro's golden eyes, dark with exhaustion, and I thought about the way his voice had cracked when he said, "I have been waiting for this moment." "Ramona," I said, and my voice came out rough. "He told me he has been waiting for this. He told me he is tired, and he told me that he has been fighting for three hundred years, and he is ready for it to end." Ramona's face did not change, but I saw something flicker in her eyes. "Three centuries is a long time to carry hope," Ramona said, her voice soft. "And a longer time to watch it fade."

“It’s not you; it’s me.” I could feel rage coming from him in waves as I sauntered in an opposite direction from him. I never cared to look back, and he didn’t stick around for long either. This was good for both of us, until I found out what was really my problem. He was good at waiting. He waited sixty years already. I’m sure he could wait a little bit longer. Moments later, I had the place all to myself again.

“She’s human. In less than a hundred years she’ll be dead. You’re immortal. When she dies, you can marry anybody you want. It’s a good deal, isn’t it?” My breath caught. My stomach twisted. A good deal. That’s what he called it. My life. My happiness. My freedom. A deal. I stood there in disbelief, staring at him, rage and heartbreak crawling up my throat. So that was it. I had to wait a hundred years to be happy. A hundred years chained to a woman I didn’t love. A woman I’m not even sexually attracted to, for crying out loud I’m gay A hundred years before I could even breathe again.