U Will Remember Me For Centuries Novels & Stories

Hera's Curse One hundred thousand years I curse your kind Each century you will find One human woman, not your mate This curse is now your fate Tahr Alone. This should be easier after losing so many brides, but it's not. Each memory presses harder into my soul and I drown a bit deeper with each one. I can't even walk through the halls of my castle without remembering Meagan's sweet giggles. Meagan never lost her sense of humor even at her advanced age when death finally claimed her. I miss her laughter, her smile, her sense of humor and ability to brighten my life. It's only been six months but each wretched day feels like a lifetime of loneliness.

It was a nightmare! I have been coping with all the dangerous and painful whispers of the dark for quite some time already. I dream about the same thing almost every fucking night! I do not get the connection... In my dreams, I retain seeing two people. And I know for a fact that it's not a reverie. It was my memory. A memory from a hundred years ago! When I was still in the 17th century! Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead.

Then he turned to Adrian. “You will remember yourself as a mortal. You will remember each other, but just as two normal people who met each other and fell in love,” he said. I nodded in relief. I would remember all my friends, and that was what mattered. Except Mercy and Artemis… I looked at Artemis, and she gave me a nod of understanding. She knew that I would come back in a few years and everything would be fine… “Mercy,” I said with sadness. I felt my heart twist in pain at the fact that we would forget her…

I knew he might live for a hundred years but I was willing to wait. I’ve been immortal before. A hundred years is nothing and time works differently in the land of the spirits. It might be thousands of years before I can see him again. But I’ll still wait for him. At least in death, I wanted to be with him and have our happily ever after.

Carlos shouted each words at her. "I don't think the power of immortality is a...." Elena was about to say something, but Carlos Interrupts her with his loud words. "..Open your eyes! You should open your eyes!" Carlos shouted, and shake her. "Look! We Do not only carry the pain and memories of the people we lost in the past! We also carry the pain and memories of them in our hearts for years, and that's frustrating because they may be in a better place now, while we are stuck in the world living and changing identities every century!" Carlos angrily said as he tightens his grip on her arms.

Lucien Another century. Another ceremony. Another initiation. Another bride. I stood before the towering stained-glass windows of my private chamber, staring at the crimson horizon beyond the palace walls. The setting sun painted the sky in shades of blood and gold, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Immortality was a curse disguised as a gift. For anyone, eternity sounded appealing. Endless time. Endless possibilities. The reality was far crueler. After thousands of years, every day felt identical. Every century bled into the next until memories became difficult to distinguish from dreams.

Maeve reached across the space between them, her warm, mortal hand gently resting over Rebecca’s trembling fingers. "You are not hallucinating, Rebecca. You are the echo of the fire he thought he lost. If you are remembering the time before his immortal dark, it means your soul has traveled across centuries to find him again, precisely when he was preparing to leave." Maeve’s grip tightened, her sharp eyes pleading. "He cannot leave this world if he knows you are in it. The bond will not allow him to step into the dark without you, but his mind is stubborn, and his grief is a fortress. You have to help him remember, Rebecca. Through these journals, through your sketches, through whatever it

Cassandre They say the sea erases everything. I know it keeps the last words deep within bodies, preserving the severed promises and the names we shouted before fading away. That’s why I chose the sea: it will be the silent memory that forgets nothing. It will receive Lyra as one receives a debt finally repaid.

The light remembered. The love remembered. The being remembered. Always. And ever. And on. The welcome remembered. The warmth remembered. The infinite remembered. Forever. The cursed wolf was the first who remembered. The light was the remembering she was. Love was the reason she remembered. The universe remembered. Because we remembered. Together. In every heart remembered. In every choice remembered. In every breath remembered. The light. The love. The remembering. Always. The manor was the heart remembered. The garden was the soul remembered.

His hand reached for mine, and I clutched it tightly, afraid he might slip away if I didn’t. “There’s always another way,” I said, my voice breaking. “There has to be.” He looked at me, his eyes soft and unbearably sad. “You said that last time, too.” A cold shiver ran through me. “What do you mean?” He looked away, as if afraid of what he was about to admit. “This isn’t the first time, Kayla. Helen’s memories—they’re like echoes. I’ve seen you before, again and again, across years, centuries maybe. It’s always you. And it always ends the same way.”