Awsten Knight Age Novels & Stories

A man shouted from a distance from their(Knight and his mother) left. Knight's father is much older, he's 311 years old. Both of his parents are Elites of the Starknight ranks. They're both good-looking and powerful for their age. "Hurry up sweetheart, you're gonna miss this." - Mother (sigh) "Sweetheart, you've already seen the fountain like a thousand times." Knight’s father said while walking towards them holding two sticks of cloud candy (it's like cotton candy). "I may have seen this a thousand times but I still can't stop getting excited about seeing it again and again." His mother said in a childish but cute tone.

Alpha Kayden had been sworn in just last month when he turned twenty-one. When I was young, my adoptive dad had high hopes for me. I often accompanied him to the training grounds, where I did everything boys and girls my age did to excel. The two best-trained warriors among us were selected at the age of sixteen to become Etas. They were the fiercest and most skilled warriors of the pack, and I aspired to be one of them.

If there was any dignity left in him, that was the line his pride drew. Knight curved his lips as if he heard Raven's thoughts. "You are not asking the right questions, young Alpha." Knight brushed his thumb across Raven's lips. "How old are YOU?!" Raven frowned before biting Knight's thumb, annoyed by the "young Alpha". He hated when his father's Betas and Gammas called him that. "Well, I guess that's an okay question." Knight laughed lightly, "I'm twenty-seven." "How's that an okay question but when I asked about the investigation I was wrong?!" Raven protested, rolling his eyes.

1877 Werewolf children usually have their first shift at the age of six. Athena had turned nine and no shift seemed forthcoming. "Athena." "Yes, mother." She answered in the withdrawn demeanor she had adopted ever since the realization. "I want you to learn how to defend yourself." "Okay. I'll hire you a personal trainer." "Is that necessary?" "Yes, my dear." "Okay, mother." 1879

Wayne added. "Old?" Asked Megan. "Yes, I am older than Alpha Rooka." "You old? You don't look like an old person, you look like what, 30 years old." "My dear, I am 270 years old," Kaz replied. Megan's eyes widened. She looked at the other Weres in the room. "170," both Rooka and Wayne said. "The twins?" Serena asked. "100," Rooka answered. "OMG, we are surrounded by old people," Megan realized. It caused Serena to laugh. Breaking the tension.

No warlock has been able to do so ever since it was placed upon us during the great war, despite several attempts from different covens. It is now about 17 years ago that this whole shit show started. We were 9 at the time, and didn’t have a clue what was going on. We also didn’t have the means to do anything either, considering we only get our dragons at the age of 18. Which is why I was so surprised to hear Athena is only 17. Wait, let me clarify some things first. Her shifting at 17 didn’t even crack the top 10 of surprising events of the night. F*ck.

I ask, because it’s clearer than daylight that the mage and the witch share something close to personal hostility. “Who knows,” the guard muses. “For as long as I can remember, they’ve been trying to kill each other. No success yet—neither for one nor the other.” “And how long have you known Kays?” “I’ve been serving for ten years, and he was already the court mage. Hell, he was the court mage even back when my father served.” “How old is he?!” I gape at the unconscious brunette hanging between them. “No one knows for sure,” the twin smiles. “You can’t figure out a mage’s age unless he admits it himself. If he can stitch our wounds shut with a single gesture, then what’s stopping him from ma

It broke my heart to see him endure a life of poverty because of my inadequacies. Austin possessed a wisdom far beyond his tender age, and his physical stature surpassed that of his peers. As a born Alpha, he exuded an air of authority, appearing much older than his mere three years. Many mistook him for a five-year-old, captivated by his maturity and commanding presence.

My chest holds my breath tight, hoping the mention doesn't completely kill the warm mood between our bodies. If Kael’s wolf noticed the husband's ghost, his face doesn't show a single hint of ice. “Let my mind calculate... your age was fifteen, and the season was summer, so my own age was nineteen. My boots interned every single break for my father's desk starting at age seventeen. My wolf would have been working labor right inside that exact building.”