You Remember Me For Centuries Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

He looks at me like I am a ghost from his worst nightmare. “You truly do not remember,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper, the intensity in his eyes shifting from anger to a strange disbelief. He slowly releases my arms, stepping back on the gravel as if the very touch of my skin suddenly burned him. “How could you forget everything you did, Aurora? How could you lock your own mind away so well that you forgot your own sins. You got to forget, while I’ve had to live with the scars everyday for the past five hundred years.”

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.

He's someone beyond familiar. "I love you for years now. You just don't know it. But now, you have an idea who I am. Don't lose this for us, Eve. Because I won't lose you again." I need to remember him. I will remember him. I promise.

I can’t recognize anything about her. “If you know that name, then it means you’re someone from my past,” I breathe out. “You’re someone I knew before I came here--” “There’s no guarantee to that, is there?” she asks. “After all, you’ve lived for a century now. You knew a lot of people. You crossed a lot of people. I guess that’s the reason why you didn’t see a big deal in adding me to the list of people you fucked over.” “I don’t have an idea who you are,” I hiss at her.

Clarabelle turned to her with a puzzled look. “That you're an Immortal like Edith,” Mary said with curiosity beaming in her eyes. Clarabelle looked around, and a smile slowly formed on her face. “Oooh, is that what this is all about? Is this like a reunion of the Immortals? because I can barely remember any of the Immortals I used to know over seven hundred years ago, and I didn't bother trying to find them because I knew that would be impossible,” she said, sounding a little excited.

“You can bet the entire book of whispers on that, my friend!” “Remember to only have your fun after the task they are here for has been successfully accomplished.” “Oh for the love of nature Amal, do you have to repeat your commands every single year? I wish to remind you that we do live for centuries, are you going to scold me for that one time for the rest of our eternities?” “Three times, Meli, three times, in one decade.” “Who is counting!?” “I am, the rest of my followers, and the record we keep for the annual visits.”

It is already the twenty first century and I still have the same dream though a void kept on swallowing me every time I try to remember. Her face hunts me as soon as I close my eyes. I do not know who she is or where she is or if she is still alive. I wonder what connects me to her and why of all the memories I have, she matters the most. She is a thousand years old mystery to me yet her face fades into nothing when I try to recall and I found myself groping in the dark, wondering what she looks like. Even with all the portraits I have drawn of her– all unfinished and unsure...I keep forgetting her face, for it keeps on disappearing from my mind like vapor would to wind.

PART FOUR 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 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.