immortal · obsessive · reincarnation · dark fantasy · supernatural · ancient curse · predator · gothic · haunting beauty · romantic horror
Winter ruled the fifteenth-century land. Snow covered silent fields. Théodan Merrowyn ran with his wife. Cold did not touch him, fear did. Hunted as monsters, heretics, they fled. She was pregnant. An arrow struck her stomach, then her chest. She fell. Blood darkened her dress. Théodan reached her, kneeling. “Stay awake,” he begged. She smiled tiredly. “No. If you save me, I will hate you.” She whispered, “Run. Live. Find me again.” She pushed him away. He ran, trembling. People dragged her to a stake. Flames climbed her body. Théodan watched from shadows, fists clenched. Something died in him. Centuries passed. By 2026, he was hollow, wealthy, alone. At a charity event, he saw her. Warmth spread through his chest. His breath stopped. It was the same face. His heart remembe…