Will You Remember Me For Centuries Novels & Stories

Kael walked toward us slowly then, moonlight spilling across his face while warmth softened his usually guarded expression. “That is because he worships you.” The creature immediately growled at Kael. I laughed softly. “He has a name, you know.” Kael raised an eyebrow. “You change it every century.” The memory blurred briefly before sharpening again. I pressed my forehead gently against the creature’s massive face. “No,” I whispered softly in the memory. “This one will stay.” Emotion surged violently through the bond between us in the present. The creature remembered too. My breath caught painfully. Because suddenly I realized the truth.

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

I inhaled again, slower this time. Sharper. The scent remained. Delicate. Unmistakable. A memory I had spent four centuries trying to bury. “That’s not possible.” Behind me, my Beta’s horse shifted. Dylan frowned immediately. “My King?” I barely heard him. Because my focus was already gone. For centuries, I had mastered control. I did not chase ghosts. I did not entertain false hope. I didn't reopen wounds that had nearly destroyed me. She was gone. I knew that better than anyone.

I really miss him calling me sunshine. Why do I still remember you, Levi? When you already forget me. I erased your memory but forgot to erase mine. I did not erase my memory intentionally. It's just I don't want to forget you. I don't want to forget the joy of love. I want to remember you. Remember what you look like. No matter if it's been a thousand or ten thousand years. Whether you still remember me or not. I'll remember you always. You are my beautiful mistake. That I never want it to fade from my mind and heart. I want to keep you safe in my heart's secret locker. So that I can cherish you all my life. I can't be with you. But I can keep you, your beautiful smile, and all the beautifu

"Remain sure that every wound that is there, will dry by itself. But, even though time has passed, human memories will never fade. Even with all my might try to forget those memories..." "Memories will continue to rush over to me!"

He’d have to correct that. “Why wouldn’t I?” he asked. “I remember it all now. We became soulbonds and I saw all of your memories when that happened although I have a few questions. Why didn’t you ever tell me that you had feelings for me for the last few centuries? How could you keep such a ridiculous promise to send me virgin brides with that sort of description every ten years? What were you thinking?”

If I knew an Alexander with lilac eyes–though I’m suspecting those are actually contacts–I would remember him. Forget the eyes. His looks aren’t the forgettable kind at all. This situation feels very familiar. His expression flattens. “Oh. Of course, you cannot possibly remember me. It’s been over five hundred years, and you cannot recall your past life anyway.” I blink. What is he talking about? Five hundred years? Past life?

My mother added. “I'm sorry... I— I am just considering if my life has been an entire lie,” “We never pretended, you see, memories are priceless, I've lived for centuries and unfortunately I may have crossed paths with a human or two, that became too meaningful to me and I had to deal with losing them,” “What do you mean?” I uttered.

“If we can find the person that cursed you…we could kill them…or say sorry…or something…” “It’s useless,” he lowered his gaze. “Why?” He hesitated for a while before speaking, his eyes glimmering in despair enough to drown me in sorrow. “Every hundred years, I lose my memory. It’s not…the worst since Bane tries to fill me in on the details, but with 500 years past, it’s…hard to keep filling me in…so…even Bane doesn’t remember,” he shrugged off the saddening tale like it was just another run in the park.

Kofi asked him, and Chrono shrugged. "That will depend on how strong your soul is." "If one's soul is strong, can they remember what happened to them before they die?" "Precisely," Chrono agreed. "Since I have no choice. I will agree, and can you do me a favor?" Kofi asked Chrono, and he looked at Kofi. "You wish that Arthur will remember from his past?" "Right," Kofi looked down, showing a blue face. "Even if I have no chance of remembering Arthur anymore, please make him remember me."