Two Hundred Years Together Novels & Stories

“It’s also the anniversary of the original agreement’s signing.” I stared at him. “You’re serious.” “Six days from now is twenty years to the date.” Twenty years. The document under my floorboard, my mother’s handwriting, Sable on the outer east road and the broken window and the wolfbane smell still faintly in my hair. Twenty years of this particular machinery running quietly underneath everything and six days left before it reached the moment it had been building toward. “What do they get if they dissolve the agreement at the anniversary,” I said. “Is there something specific about the timing.”

in an era of time where slavery was an approved trade, Naomi and her family were constrained to the Stanley's family, noble, respected. That is, until the fiftieth year. The fiftieth year was symbolic for freedom and every slave was free to leave if they wanted. But can Naomi and her family last till that year without things changing drastically. She tells her story, from some time where things took a different turn from the normalcy of her life. 22years into the fifty years, 8 years to the fiftieth year.

Two Hundred Years After the War Elara had become legend again, but this time by choice rather than prophecy. She'd led the coalition for a hundred and fifty years, had seen it evolve from a fragile alliance into a true civilization spanning continents. Had watched technologies advance, societies transform, new generations be born who knew war only as history. She'd loved again, several times, though none could match what she'd had with Lerder. Had raised other people's children, mentored countless scholars, befriended mortals knowing she'd outlive them all.

Don said: "The oak in the corps has been itself for two hundred years. The having-been-fully-itself for two hundred years is the condition of its being more fully itself now than it was a hundred years ago." "The arrangement," Ernest said. "The arrangement has been itself for sixteen years. The having-been-fully-itself for sixteen years is the condition of its being more fully itself now than it was in the first year." "And in the thirty-second year?" "In the thirty-second year, the arrangement will be more fully itself than it is now. If we continue." "If we continue." Don looked at him. "Will we continue?" Ernest looked back. "We have continued for sixteen years. We have continued through

It was an impeccable fact that he was one of us but his scent still had faint whiffs of mundanity woven in them — he was a new bred. I had been out long enough for a wave of new vampires to be bred and that took two hundred years. I was pinned for two hundred years, the voices in my head rose in a violent uproar, every one of them sharing their unappreciated opinion. I didn't need that now.

Five hundred years passed since Hope chose rest. Five hundred years since Dawn's first sacrifice. Five hundred years since the beginning of everything. The community had grown beyond imagination. Millions of beings. Thousands of species. Hundreds of forms of consciousness. All coexisting. All thriving. All living Hope's legacy.

Had looked at them both with those ancient eyes and chosen. Talia's wolf whined low in her chest, a sound of mourning that had no human equivalent. Sera's head turned slightly, acknowledging. Understanding. Two hundred years since they'd sat like this. Two hundred years since they'd been young wolves together, learning to hunt, learning to fight, learning that survival sometimes meant watching those you loved fall. They'd been sisters then. Were sisters now. The kind of bond that transcended pack lines and political alliances and the weight of centuries.

Fifty-two years of the person at the desk. Sixty-four years of the choosing. That is the whole story. It always was. It always will be.

We walked the rest of the way in quiet, the twin bond humming warm and steady between us. Whatever came next training, fights, new enemies we’d face it side by side. Two pieces that had been lost for twenty years, finally back where they belonged. Ready to become everything our parents believed we could be.

She whispered. “Baby girl, what do you mean? I asked. Mom and dad were trying to hide their anger at the revelation. They seemed to already know what Emily was saying. “I remember sometimes they would mistake the number of years they had been together. Every time they messed it up it would be a year below what it should’ve been. I thought they were just mixing it up with how old I was turning. They were trying to celebrate twenty years this past February, but it should’ve been twenty-one.” She said, anger starting to show in her voice.