Camp Buddy Character Ages Novels & Stories

It is night now and I am pretty sleepy, just like any other girl in this room. All of us look tired. We are almost naked now, so we are also very cold. Betty quietly asks Bruce whether we can have a rest. Bruce thinks for a while and says, “ I will go ask King Cody.” Although Cody is only 17 right now and he is not a king yet, some of the guards have already called Cody King. Cody will become the king at the age of 18. There are still about 10 months left. It is said that werewolves find their mates usually at the age of 18, although there is always an exception.

I say. "Yeah. I've assembled everyone in different training grounds according to age and they are going to train like crazy from now on. I've given them all their schedule's and everything and they didn't seem happy about the amount of training but they need to do it." Jackson says. "Absolutely. You should probably contact the people leading your other packs and suggest that they start. How old are some of these kids?" I asked. "The youngest is 14." He says. "They've only just barely started shifting." I say.

I learned to use several weapons and methods to make my enemies submit. During camp, I met Alpha James's son Levi. He is Alpha James, an only child, and often Levi gets lonely; although he has friends at school, none can relate to him. Levi hung out with me every day. He was an older brother I wished I had; Levi will be turning seventeen in September. He's a year older than me. The bond we shared was unique.

Cupid crosses his arms over his chest. "Hunter?" I look down, seeing the small person known as Charlie. "I know you're big and scary. But-but," He stutters, he's very young, he's only around 3 to 4 years old. He can barely string sentences together. "Could you maybe let Levi talk?" He looks up at me with his big, sparkling, innocent blue eyes. He barely knew how the system works. It is impossible to say no to him.

I sit behind the Luna desk for a long moment, staring at the photograph she left behind. Tomas Voss smiles up at me like he has no idea what kind of pack he was born into. Sixteen. My stomach twists again. Young boys used to complain about chores at sixteen. About morning training. About curfews. They weren’t disappearing into forests. I reach for the tablet Mara set up for me earlier and open the first pack registry file. Blackridge Pack Members - Active and Historical.

the grumpy dude says. “Adrian,” I say shortly. “How sweet. The last three letters of your names match!” she beams. Damian and I turn to each other and nearly gag. I hadn’t even noticed it before, and now it’s stuck in my head like a cursed jingle. I’ll save that fact for when I need to induce vomiting. “I know you both will be best friends after this camp,” she chirps before leaving. We blink at nothingness for a second, then both gag dramatically.

he immediately says, "I was just playing." "Good enough," Bram says, then walks up to the one next to him and steals the plastic bag with the rest of their beers, "How old are you, boys?" "Nineteen," one of them responds, his kid voice betraying him. Bram gives him a blank look, "Fine, we’re eighteen." "It's not a big deal, dude. Don't be lame," another one murmurs, but the kid with the Seagulls cap elbows him to shut him up.

Her long dark hair was pulled into a ponytail, ready for the hike ahead. Her four stepbrothers were loading the black SUV. Jake, the oldest at twenty-five, tall and commanding, secured the tents on the roof rack. Ryan, twenty-four, lean with sharp features, carried the coolers. Tyler, twenty-three and muscular, helped strap everything down. Dylan, twenty-one, was chatting with their parents. Mom and Dad were excited about the trip. “This will be great bonding time,” Mom said, hugging Mia. “Listen to your brothers out there, okay?”

Carol hugged those of us who were returning staff, and enthusiastically shook the hand of Cindy, a cuteish redhead who was the only newbie in our van. Hugs from Carol are nice. Even at forty-one, she still fills out the orange uniform shorts nicely, and the white camp t-shirt very nicely. It is always a good day when Carol decides to work the swimming hole. And if Carol doesn't know the libidinous effect that she has on the young guys, campers and counselors alike, I'll eat my hat.

“She didn’t know.” He cleared his throat. Caden and Caleb were the youngest of the four boys and were much closer to Charlotte. Caleb was twenty-one, just like us, and Caden was twenty-four. They were just as protective of her but her eldest brothers were much worse. “Stop bothering her, Caden,” Charlotte yelled out. “She has a boyfriend.” “I don’t.” I immediately responded, making her whip her head at me. I didn’t know why I said that. It was probably because I was mad at Saint that I couldn’t control my words.