I Would Have Waited 500 More Years Novels & Stories

"There are all sorts of stupid people in the world. Within our ranks, there are rational people like you who keep their heads and sanity but in order to do that, they diverted their craziness to discovering the secrets and origin of the system. They are the ones who made the theory of five hundred. Through history, they managed to piece out how only every five hundred years would there be several breakouts of huge events centering around wars and all sorts of immoral crimes. Those events were 99.9 percent sparked by our kind." "... If every five hundred years there are one thousand immoral hosts, what happened to those from the previous generations? Since each of us has our own AIs and could

I've met a lot of them throughout my stay here and I must say they're quite pestering. It's been five years, five years of loneliness, the worst five years of my life. Five years after the incident that happened back at my pack. I've been waiting, staring out the window and sitting at the door, waiting for a sigh, a knock, anything at all to let me know that they were still alive and I was wrong. But none, just the knocks of these irritating human males who managed to trace me up to my house, to ask for a date. They have no idea that would never happen and the only who would receive that is my mate, the one I lost.

If they took a different path, it would be much farther. James waited in this area. However, he had not encountered any Mevryee Race living beings passing through despite waiting for many years. “Could it be that the Mevryee Race didn’t pass through here, or have I missed it?” James furrowed his brow. He was not in a hurry but patiently waited. He planned to wait for another three thousand years. He would return to the Glaciem Holy Land if the Mevryee Race did not pass through this area within this time frame. Rushing back after three thousand years was roughly around the time when the Four Ancient Races would gather.

Hawthorne looked at them, he was now serious. "I did get to wait a few hundred years, didn't I? Do you think I can't do that now?" He laughed nonchalantly. "I will wait for years until she accepts me. I will wait for another year until she falls for me and I still wait for more years until she remembers everything."

“Huh? How did that even happen? Can we still go back then?” “If we can’t take over this universe, it’ll all be wishful thinking. If we’d like to go back, we can’t waste any more time… it’s been ten thousand years, and I’m growing impatient.”

The air in the room seemed to vanish. The memory of his voice washed over me, unbidden and violent. I do not need a broken thing. My wolf stirred inside me. She did not whimper this time. She let out a snarl that vibrated against my ribs. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated hatred. Five years. I had waited five years for the universe to give me an opening. I had dreamed of the day I would see him again. I had played out a thousand scenarios in my head. Sometimes I killed him. Sometimes I ignored him. Sometimes I burned his entire territory to ash.

“How much longer do I have to wait? Isn't thirty-five years enough, Bryan?” Eyes closed; Lydia was startled by her own words. Has it been that long? Has it really been thirty-five years? *

“Every time. For four hundred years.” “Until now,” Malek said. His voice barely louder than a whisper. I stared at the crack. At the not-shape, still and patient, four centuries of waiting humming in the air, in my bones, in the mark itself. “If I walk through,” I said, “I don’t know if I come back.” Nobody answered. I looked at Rhydian, Malek, Soren, the three of them standing right at the edge with me. None of the old texts ever drew this moment, not fully; neither did the network. Four hundred years, waiting for someone to finally step through.

“I have known for fifty years.” Kazan grabbed him by the front of his shirt. “Then why did you wait?” Evander could have lied. He could have spoken about duty. Timing. Destiny. Instead, he said the one thing Kazan didn’t expect. “Because I was afraid.” Kazan’s grip loosened. Evander’s expression broke. “For fifty years, I told myself I was waiting for the right heir. The right moment. The right sign.” He swallowed. “But the truth?”

“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.