You Remember Me For Centuries Novels & Stories

“Part of me wants to cut them off again.” “Don’t.” “It would be a memento. Over the centuries, I’ve forgotten so many things. I don’t ever want to forget her. Or you. Or any of this.” I turned this over in my mind. “I understand. But if you’re going to remember this, then I propose we have experiences worth remembering.” ~

“Seriously what’s wrong with you?” “That is why I still think being immortal is a curse not a blessing. What’s the use of living for hundred or thousands of years if all you could do is watch people close to you disappear and then remember that for another decade, century or generation. It’s not like we can die whenever we want. It’s not like we can do what mortals do; suicide.”

She stated still waiting on more. "Something happened to us years ago where you die every lifetime and come back as the same girl but different. I have to find you every 30 or so years and try to get you to remember me. It usually works when we see eachother and sometimes you remember when we kiss for the first time." My voice pleaded with her to try and understand that this was not easy to talk about. "So you are telling me I am an immortal that just keeps coming back every 30 years or so and just what....dies every single time because I'm cursed or something?" her voice was so angry at this point. I couldn't keep a lid on it much longer.

I hadn't done something wrong to him, that was I know but he kept on saying that he was my enemy, he wouldn't get mad like this if he was just not telling the truth right? "Yes, you forgot all of your sins centuries ago," that was the man said. I was stunned and stopped for a moment for what he said. Seriously centuries ago? Did I live that long? What the... why don't I remember anything about it? Is this man telling the truth? As I remember I was only a century old, not centuries, so how could I have an enemy that long? I looked at the man and I thought he was very serious. "You are kidding right?" I ask, yet he moved faster than I hadn't dodged the attack. I grit my teeth If won't answer m

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.

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.

Compared to other kids his age, Golden wasn't exactly normal because he belonged to a rare group of people that can retain memories from before they were born, in other words, memories of their past lives. In fact, Golden barely qualified as a member of that group because compared to others with the same condition, he remembered only a little bit, while the others retained the memories of all their past lives or almost all of it. Furthermore, his inherited knowledge of his past life was mostly miscellaneous, not very useful.

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.

This woman is my grandmother and yet I don’t recognise her. Cora flashes some memories through my mind, the ten years that have passed haven’t been kind to her. She has aged beyond recognition, yet there is no mistaking it’s her. “The years have not been kind to me child, why don’t you catch my scent and then tell me if you remember me?” she says, almost as though she has read my mind.