Artemis Fowl Age Range Novels & Stories

“That’s great!” “I’ve a-actually gotten some experience w-with the people that come here a-after a fight or w-whatever happened to them…” Arthur explained shyly. My eyes widened, “But aren’t you a little young? Your only like eleven right?” Azz popped into the conservation, “In The Dark World, because of our harsh ways, our life spam is fairly short. As a result, many young demons are in job training or have started working by age twelve.” “I-I’m almost twelve… my master, Fayda, says I’ll be r-ready to start w-working In the field with her by then.”

Her smile could have lit the entire manor. We tied on aprons and moved into the familiar rhythm of measuring and mixing. Arie chattered about her upcoming sixteenth birthday—the formal ceremony where she'd receive her first pack assignments, the celebration that marked becoming adult enough to shoulder responsibility. "Will your wolf awaken soon?" I asked, folding chocolate chips into batter. "Probably not for another year or two." She shrugged. "Most wolves shift for the first time around seventeen or eighteen. Some earlier if their bloodline runs strong." "Are you nervous?"

"I lost it. I have been searching for my mate since I turned 18, Aranya. And then I found you. I just can't let you go. I have to keep you, make you mine for life, make you my second half." Aranya was stunned by his confession. She was conflicted on what to do next. "And how old are you now?" She asked curiously. "My human age is 31, my real age is 99, I'll be turning 100 in two weeks." He replied. Aranya's eyes widened and she didn't even know when she let out a giggle. "I am 24, Alfredo. Isn't this child abuse?" She questioned jokingly. Alfredo dipped his thumb inside her mouth and then removed it and sucked it off.

Crossing my arms over my exposed breast, I tilt my chin up. "I am not a child," I state with a huff. Sixten laughs once again, the sounds easing my fear of him away. "You are still but a hatchling at the tender age of sixteen, which means that you are, in fact, still a child,” he states. I scowl at him, "Like you are one to talk. You are still searching for your mate, which means you have to be younger than fifty, making you still a fledgling." "That may be true, but I am still older than you,” he points out.

However, his light was still very dim. " Rhythm, I was thinking about your age?" " Age????" Rhythm had no answer. Arjun had a cheeky smile on his face. " I heard aunt saying that children turn dumb at 18." " Probably someone had found you before me." Rhythm was still confused but his light started getting better. " You don't know what does an ' age' refers to isn't it Rhythm." " You are so dumb, you don't even know what his age. "

“I hope you have changed his scent. I don’t want the whole pack members to know whose pup is Artin. He is too young to understand all these things.” “By the way, why do you ask him to do household work? He is a boy, not a girl.” Artemis said when he saw Artin coming with a glass of water, and he was walking carefully. “Excuse me? What do you mean by he is a boy, not a girl?” Caroline sneered. “I mean.. He can learn all these things if he wants when he will grow old. Just like I did.” Artemis corrected himself immediately.

One glare from me shut him up and he took a step back, I looked at the girl with raised a eyebrow. "I'm waiting" I said. "He's..." she faced down. ".. he's not my mate" she said. I sighed in relief. "Good, you see this boy here" I pointed at Arthur. "Don't let his looks deceive you, he might look like he's in his twenties but he's in fact, only 17years old" "Ara" Arthur called. "What?!" she exclaimed, looking at Arthur accusingly. I set my lips on thin lines and nodded, Arthur rolled his eyeballs as he puffed out some air and folded his arms on his chest grumpily.

"Hello, my name is Ellie, and I'm six years old!" "My name is Arthur, and I'm eight years old," Arthus said nervously, knowing if they would only take one of them and choose another one to adopt. "Please, if you're going to adopt one of us, take us both; I don't want to be separated from my sister!" He suddenly kneeled on the floor, stunning everyone in the room.

Mia’s POV The underwater base had become a living, breathing home over the past year. Twenty-three children moved through the reinforced corridors with a rhythm that was equal parts beautiful and overwhelming. Theo and Elias, now thirteen, led training sessions for the older group with a seriousness that mirrored their father’s intensity. Seraphina and Aurora, eleven, spent hours in the digital library piecing together the history we had carefully edited for them. The younger ones filled the nurseries with laughter, arguments, and the endless energy of childhood.

Ithel thought about her question, "I suppose I have seen a human or two around the palace. Do not worry, as my wife you would never be subjected to menial labor." "About that, can I ask you some questions without offending you?" Aurora was hopeful. "Of course," Ithel gladly agreed. "You said I was young. Indeed I am not yet seventeen. How old are you?" "I am two hundred eleven." "And our difference in ages doesn't…bother you?" "Elves age differently. We remain small children for much longer. Even my younger sister Brinn may yet have some growing to do. If I were a human, I would be only twenty-one." Ithel explained.