Novel & Cerita Age Of Blood

The girls even got to play in the snow last summer. Sanguines is 3 years old… However, his growth is fast. He looked to be 6 or 7 years old now. He aged at a high speed. It’s like he ages two years in one. I fear for how long this will continue. Will he aged into an old man in 40 years or will he be like me, and stop aging at a curtain age. Jamira tells me it depends on how much noble blood he has in him. I pray he is more noble than human. He drinks blood from a cup now, has learned to stay up during the day, and sleep at night. He only drinks animal blood, and my own. I had noticed he gets arrges when around humans, however drinking my blood seems to satisfy him for the time being. I fear

The minimum age was 13, and the maximum was 50, but it was rare for women to reach that age. I looked at the bloodstained arm one last time before turning away, fear burning in my stomach. There was nowhere to run, and I knew that if I made a mistake, my fate wouldn’t be any different from those poor girls’.

My whole body was slick with sweat, the moisture beading on my skin from the amount of wounds they had inflicted on my arm—I can’t move them since they tied it to the armrest. I’m drained, so drained out. I felt helpless, I couldn't do anything but hear my blood dripping down the jar. They’ve been collecting it since I was thirteen. They only do it twice or thrice a year with one bottle. But ever since I turned eighteen, they’ve been collecting it like there’s no tomorrow. Five years have passed yet my dad still doesn’t want me to know what these physicians do with it. It's bullshit, honestly. It even disgusts me how many people in this room crave for my blood.

An alpha. My heart is pounding against my chest, and his scent is almost overpowering the smell of blood. I want to claim him already, but he hasn’t seemed to notice me at all. Even with me as close as I can get without joining in. This means he must be under the age of twenty.

Their watchful eyes never left my body, and they stared hard and cold at me, which I didn't understand why. I felt as if my head was one square inch away from exploding, like a ticking bomb counting down until it beeps loudly to say, "it's the end of the world". My world. Closing my eyes, I surrender myself to the bone-crushing process of my first turn. At this point, I knew my wolf was coming at the mere age of 13. All werewolves from the Alpha bloodline did, whereas other werewolves of beta to omega blood typically shift much later or just after their 18th birthday.

The air grew heavier with each passing hour, as though the world itself was bracing for something unnatural. Ever since the gods’ messenger appeared, the countdown had begun—seven days until the Day of the Blood Moon. Seven days to prepare. Seven days to survive. Ava sat beneath the twisted elder tree outside the sanctuary, the bark behind her pulsing faintly as if aware of her presence. The wind was sharp, slicing through the night with whispers. Her fingers traced the mark on her wrist—ever since she mixed her blood with Achi’s, the mark had darkened, a signal that something ancient had awakened.

I ask. “Our wise woman will sense it when the baby’s energy is strong enough for her to read. She says it has to make itself known to her. I just have to be patient.” Alexa sighs, then adds, “But at least Elders’ Blood is supposed to speed up the process.” I shift in my seat, uncomfortable. “Well, the family will love your baby, boy or girl.” She scoffs, watching her mother-by-bond refill drinks across the room. “It’s not about love. It’s about duty.”

"When did you stop aging? I've heard pureblooded vampires are born as humans, and then they randomly stop aging at some point in their life; remarkable how some never make it to adulthood," I grimace. "Among our kind, it's tragic when that happens; staying a child forever is more of a curse than a blessing," Azrael nods. "I can understand that," He then inhales and focuses his eyes on me. "And when did you stop aging?" "I was eighteen, even if I might not look like it," I laugh despite the conflicting pain within me; I always hoped to make it until I was a tad bit older. "My grandmother put a spell on me that lets my mind continue to mature, though, so I'm not entirely stuck at eighteen,"

Inside, the air was cooler, laced with the scent of aged whiskey and faded dreams. Behind the bar, a burly man looked up from polishing a glass. His eyes narrowed before recognition softened his face. In human years, he is already in his 80s, but his facial features remained in his 30s when he was turned into a vampire. He was in his early 20s but was suffering from leukemia. He should have been long dead by now. Despite that, since he is not an old blood, he still ages but slower.

“I’ve been thinking about something.” “What’s that?” “Getting older.” He shifted on the couch to give me his undivided attention. “Are you afraid of getting older and me staying the same?” I shook my head. “No. I’m just a little confused.” “About?” “Well, Mina was turned when she was fourteen, and she’s still the same age.” “Vampires that weren’t born vampires and have been turned don’t age. They’re stuck at that same age,” he informed.