U Will Remember Me For Centuries Novels & Stories

“That means you can’t be the Undead King. He’s already been dead for about seven centuries.” “For how long?” the man breathed out, rolling his eyes. He couldn’t believe his ears. Seven centuries... She’s like killed me for a second time, he thought in shock. I haven’t existed for over half a millennium. But how can I understand this girl’s speech? The great-grandsons of this damn Ulfricus must already be dead. Shabby ass! And he’s somehow managed to seal me up as he promised...

Maybe not. But his face invaded my mind and it all rushed back. It’s been about a week, still every day I wake up with a hope of seeing his name in the notification panel. Does break ups always shatter you this bad? Perhaps I am a novice to this game of hearts, that my lack of knowledge makes me feel like burning in hell.

"Are you so unsure of your love? If you’re that scared, give up now and die peacefully instead of suffering because he is not going to remember you.'' I clenched my fists tightly and gritted my teeth in frustration. I didn’t care what the Voice said—I needed Axel to recognize me. "Say whatever you want; I don’t care. I believe in Axel. I know he’ll remember the little things we shared. He wouldn’t forget—" My words broke off as I coughed up blood. "Axel," I rasped, my Voice weakening. I knew time was running out, and the worst would happen if he didn’t answer soon. "Remember me."

I whispered into the darkness. "It won't be much longer now." for the first time in centuries... The silence whispered back. Memories flooded me.

Not to humanity. To the machine. YOU STILL CARRY HER MEMORY. The chamber froze instantly. The machine became perfectly still. The collective continued. YOU REFUSE UNITY YET YOU RELIVE LOSS ENDLESSLY. No one moved. Because everyone knew who it meant. His daughter. Eight hundred thousand years. And he still remembered her name. The machine's voice emerged softly. “Yes.” The collective answered immediately. WE CAN RETURN HER TO YOU. Silence detonated. Lucian looked horrified. Victor stepped forward instantly.

I’m delusional… remember? Turning around slowly, my heart sinks further. Shit. I wasn’t imagining things. *** DAMON Seventeen years. The way things ended between us lingered in my thoughts like an unfinished melody. No matter how many times I tried to erase her from my mind, she remained etched there. Like the fate of the universes refusing to let me forget something that was perfectly given to me so long ago. The instant I discovered she would be here tonight, an irresistible pull drove me to see her again.

Now, it would be rebuilt on truth. And the legacy would live on—forevermore.

Leaning downwards, I open the shelf by the side and took out a tiny box within it. Since it's a special type of box with a fingerprint sensor limited to just me, I easily opened it and retrieved a sealed envelope inside. My fingers caressed the sealed pink envelope as my eyes drifted longingly into space. It's been sixteen years now Charming. I miss you so much... Would I ever get to see you again?

My lips continued to say, “I think I want to take a dive.” In the back of my head, I kept chanting the words “Remember me, Merry” again and again because that’s the only thing I want to happen for the two of us. But her expressionless face broke me so much because I was reminded again that there was no way she will remember me. As long as that lighthouse remains shut and the memories won’t be released, she will never remember me and she will never remember us. “What you’re saying absolutely makes no sense, English guy.” Charles whines like a baby and I know she is trying to impress America by protecting her from a stranger.

I know there is no return from this. As soon as my memories get wiped, I’m going to start another life.