Arcane Ages Novels & Stories

The freedom of the speed, keen senses and knowing you can protect your loved ones and yourself from harm at anytime and still remain big and fluffy. Everyone was bubbly and energetic and I looked like a little girl playing dress up at the party and I was the only tiny sad human who they had choose to accept amongst themselves, probably because of my parents. Caine looked not over than twenty three and Tristan not over twenty one but I knew looks were deceiving. These Primordial Lycans were well over 200 years old. And so was everyone in the pack, but their genes did well to keep them young and beautiful. I just clocked 20 a few weeks before moving to Alabama and I was the only one who was go

She makes her way over, her friend trailing behind. “Well, well, well.” She looks between Jack and me, smirking. “Raven. What are you doing here?” “Who is she?” Jack asks. “My annoying soon-to-be stepsister.” I step back from him, putting distance between us. “What are you doing here, Aria? You’re not even old enough to be in a place like this.” “Neither are you, technically.” She pulls out an ID and waves it. “Fake ID. See? Gina Horne, age twenty-six. Pretty good, right?”

As if summoned by the very name in their hearts, the heavy doors opened and Caveen entered, dressed in dark gray robes, his hair tied back in a loose knot, silver eyes alert. “You summoned me?” he said, a touch of wariness in his voice. He had been dreaming of Elira again—another fragmented image of her face in the mist. He hadn't told anyone this time. Maika stood and smiled softly. “Come sit, love. We have something to discuss.” He took the seat opposite them, noting the faint tension in the air. Carl began. “You’ll be twenty-eight this coming moon. One more year and you’ll reach the Marrying Age under Lycan tradition. The age of the Bloodmoon Blessing.”

The eldest, Alric, still has two months to go before he turns eighteen. Hester is two months younger than the birthday girls. The Lycan traits of Fiona's family are more prominent in him, which is why he often resides in the Kingdom, where he trains with King Jasper's grandchildren. Among these three packs, there are seven girls, two of whom turned eighteen today.

He takes a bite out of his cookie. I rock my head slowly, “isn't that beautiful? What age does one become of age in the werewolf world?” Becoming of age is equivalent to turning the right age to phase, and find your mate. The witch world is 16, if I'm correct since Raine is yet to be 17. “17.” “And you've been searching for your mate since then?”

He stretched out like a cat, arms behind his head. “You wanna survive the week? And even a month. You need context. Silverspire isn’t just a pack, it is the oldest bloodline on the continent and the largest pack in nocturne city and its surrounding. Our magic’s older than the mountains. And Zane’s not just any ordinary Alpha. He's a legacy.” “He told me he was 335 years old. He’s lying right?” “I'm 308.” Lucien answered instead. I turned to him slowly. So it was true after all.

Sir Yargand Orgen was imprisoned in the Tower of Lisbenn. I better add a age chart, to explain things. AGES: THE BEGINNINGS: THE AGE OF GATHERING 24500 years THE AGE OF STEEL 3125 THE AGE OF JOURNEY 2795 THE SETTLEMENT AGE 3540 THE DISCOVERY AGE 1200 BEFORE WRITTEN HISTORY: THE THARIL AGE 2000 THE EAGLE AGE 1500 THE ASTAEK AGE 750 THE GURTAL AGE 3000 AFTER THE WRITING WAS DISCOVERED:

She yelled. “Will be… in the next five months,” Ani corrected. “That’s not the argument. I’m old enough. Also, you’re supposed to be dating men your age. That’s if you’re allowed to date,” Aria pointed. She wasn’t about to lose that argument. “They’re too childish,” Ani said with a frown. “Huh,” Aria couldn’t anymore. “Are you done?” Caroline chimed in when the place became silent again. Ani huffed.

"Disappear into thin air with nary a scream. And we're going to take some small grove of yours' word better than we took stone and steel?" "The sacred grove has seen dark times before," announced Aria freely, despite the crawling of her skin under the unceasing burden of all these glances. She was younger than twenty-four, younger even than all the Lunas who had ruled in waking lives, younger even than some of these betas seated at this table. "The wards—"

Professor Morgan furrowed his eyebrows and said with uncertainty in his voice, “But he’s only thirteen years old. Even if he is the most suspicious one, it is absolutely impossible for him to become an intermediate warlock at such a young age.” An intermediate warlock would be comparable to an intermediate magus. Even if they searched throughout the entire Magus Division, none of the students could have advanced to an intermediate-level magus at the age of thirteen. Jace only stepped across the threshold to become an intermediate magus at the age of fourteen.