Alien Age Rating Novels & Stories

“Can’t you read? They say the film is rated 13.” “So?” “Don’t watch it! You are not 13 years old yet!” “Don’t be a pain in the ass. We all know those ratings are fake. They just want to deceive us so we don’t watch good stuff and we go watch those boring colourful things,” Summer defends herself. “That’s very wrong, Summer.” “Yeah? Like you know.” Summer draws the remote closer to herself for protection, almost hugging it. “What’s in this film anyway that you are so afraid of?”

Crossing my arms, I curved the corner of my mouth to form a smirk. “ Oh really, just how old are you?” I asked in an amused tone, with him responding in a similar one. “ Well as you know Aghan is the oldest and is 17. I'm 15. Adrian and Alhadera are 13. And Balmoh is 8. So you see, we aren't so young asides from Balmoh. We might as well told Aghan to represent us, he's almost an adult you know.” Lafeya wiggled his brows and facepalmed, groaning. There was a goofy side to him after all. Plus, Charlaedon used the same system of 18-year-olds as adults.

Alana could not help but remark. “I know. It’s the werewolf genes, Alana,” Valencia revealed with a wink. “Alana, Kai, being werewolves, we age slowly when we turn eighteen and it completely stops when we turn thirty-five. We are practically immortals, except we still die from silver, or cursed objects, and poison too,” Alric added. “Really?” Alana’s eyes widened with shock, and while she was overwhelmed, Kai was pleased with the idea. “That’s cool, daddy!” Kai exclaimed.

“Guys. Please. I want to get home too. I just can’t do an all nighter.” “Yes, Alpha.” --- Trigger Warning: This story is rated 18+. It contains descriptions of acts such as non-consensual sex, abuse, suicide, and other heavy negative emotional activity which some readers may find triggering. Please keep that in mind when moving forward with reading this story. Thank you! <3

I hope I'll be friends with everyone. It's a good thing also that I decided to read stuff yesterday. I learned more about the level they had here. Tier 1 - Ages 18 to 20 Tier 2 - Ages 20 to 22 Tier 3 - Ages 22 to 24 That explains why I'm in Tier 3 since I'm 22. Levy looked at me with a frown face. "Tsk, should I just threatened Sir Vein and forced him to put us in a class together?"

Level 1 is made up of those who are aged eighteen or older, and often this is the highest rank a person will ever achieve in their lifetime. “Carry on like this and you will join the elite ranks before you know it,” I respond. “I am proud of you, and I am certain so is your family.” His smile falters. “Thank you, Alpha… But I am an orphan.” I look at the boy who stands there and realise, of course, he is. I’ve seen him around the pack house, meaning he lives here… something we opened to those who were underage from the packs conquered to make sure there are those to watch over them and so they didn’t feel so lonely.

“But yeah – it gives me a little bit of anxiety to think of an academy that takes young men and trains them to be on the front line of the war.” “The military takes men as young as eighteen,” Roger says, his voice careful to let her know that he considers her point even as he counters it. “The Alpha Academy starts recruiting at age twenty, and many of the recruits will be as old as twenty-five.” “Plus,” Sinclair softly points out, “wolves reach their majority at age sixteen.” My eyes immediately snap to Rafe, who just seems to be growing so fast. Less than fifteen years and he’ll be grown in wolf culture. My stomach turns over at the thought.

I proudly said. “Hey, I thought that for you guys, it was legal at 18…” Aelfred grumbled again, not happy about my new set of rules. “My daughter is special, so 20 would be a good age.” I laughed, and he rolled his eyes, noting that we were messing with him. “Very funny, Alpha.” He said, giving me a faint smile. It will take a lot on my end to accept his claims over my sweet daughter, but I certainly can get used to this family dynamic.

I thought me having a wolf would be the problem because if by the little chance that my real mate was in this pack, I would feel the mate pull after I turned 18. "You are underage," Al said in a lazy way, making it clear that he was tired of repeating that reason. He didn't have to. He could have just surrendered! "The humans have all kinds of weird rules! I want my freedom! If I'm supposed to be old enough to fight for my life, then I should be old enough to enjoy my life!" I struggled in Al's arms, declaring my war against the world. "I think this is exactly why your granny repeated her rule today." Al burst into laughter at my manifesto.

Elena said with a relieved smile. Aliyah stepped inside a narrow hallway lit by a single bare bulb. The scent of boiled cabbage and old carpet filled her nose. Elena led her to a small room with a twin bed, a rickety dresser, and a single window looking out onto a brick alley. “It’s not much,” Elena apologized, “but it’s safe.” Aliyah sank onto the bed, exhaustion and relief mingling in her limbs. “I’m free,” she whispered. Elena perched on the dresser. “You are now Marina. Remember: no mention of Perez. No mention of Aliyah Haven. You’re a community college student from Marin.”