One Thousand Years Of Death Novels & Stories

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

DEATH; DEATH IS an enchantress. Whether you’re young or old; rich or poor; there will come a day when be ensnared by it and succumb to the grave, eventually. The love could’ve been looming over your cotton-soft heart since your birth, or an acquired intimacy for it one day while sat in the wool; for as long as one had as ever trod shoe-leather.

“I know the Twelve High Gods, but why would there be such a thing as rebirth?” “Ma’am, you must be joking. After Ragnarok, didn’t all the gods perish? It’s been three thousand years now—this is the era of their rebirth.” Ragnarok… three thousand years? The young man studied me for a moment, as if looking at an elderly woman—sympathetic, yet helpless. Still, he patiently began to explain this period of history to me. After three thousand years, everything had changed.

“I had a very memorable romance too.” She smiled bitterly and added, “I dated my husband for ten years, and I was married to him for five. He tolerated all of my imperfections without a complaint. Even my parents, who always doted on me, admitted that he was nicer to me than anyone else. But he died after we got into a car accident. He risked his life to protect me.” I listened to her description in silence. “I couldn’t sleep for countless nights and nearly collapsed. My life was filled with sorrow for a year before his mistress suddenly approached me. She came with his child and requested a share of his property.”

As the head of an ancient martial family, Norvin could easily obtain those things. However, they could not be considered eternal and unchanging. In the end, he cautiously responded, “Time?” “Correct.” Arthur nodded in approval. His gaze drifted far away into the endless sky outside the cave. “Ten years observes the passage of seasons. A hundred years attest to birth, old age, sickness, and death. A thousand years lament the rise and fall of dynasties. Ten thousand years witness the shifting of stars.

Between the current and the stones, anyone going in would be unrecognizable. I had not even reached the river when Mom called. "Zendaya, what on earth is going on? The internet is blowing up right now. Everyone's saying Lily killed herself and that you drove her to it. I know you're not like that; there must be some misunderstanding. Your father and I can drive over right now to back you up!" Hearing Mom's voice, my nose tingled, and tears rolled down my cheeks. In my past life, no one believed me.

It was said that every one hundred thousand years that a chosen one would be born and that chosen one would live for to keep the world at peace. When the new chosen one is about to be born the old one would die ten years before the birth. It was said that the ten years was for a purging upon the earth, for the humans those ten years would be filled with diseases and illnesses but it was really during those ten years the dark witches would take action and try to find the root of the new one and try to either kill or contaminate them.

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

“But Felix is still alive. I’m not sure what the issue is. And according to what you’ve shown me, our soul just keeps regenerating.” I looked down at my hands. “It will not regenerate, Mila. Your death occurred exactly one thousand years after my own. You are the end of the line. All the hope in preserving the magic lies in you.” Mila’s eyes started to tear up again. “But I’m dead.” “Well–” “Technically, in my world, I’m dead,” she continued. I exhaled heavily. “I’m well aware. That’s why I’m here. Despite all the safety measures I put in place, the royal family still decided to sacrifice you.”

"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