Carol From Walking Dead Age Novels & Stories

his British accent was still there as Azrael recalled it. Now she knew that she should always follow her guts. The moment she saw Carter’s face she knew he hasn’t grow old. Well, according to his natal records he was now 27, but he looks like he hasn’t aged a day since he turned 20. Chestnut hair, honey brown eyes, ivory skin and a very thin lips.

LUCA “What the hell happened?” I directed my question to my clubhouse manager, Carlos, one of the few that I owned in the city and I watched him under the glaze of the neon lights in the room. We stood over the lifeless body of a young woman. She wouldn't be more than twenty five years old. Carlos trembled under my gaze, rubbing his palm against the other as he tried not to show much of his fear. “I–I’m not exactly sure how to explain this sir… she seemed to have consumed something strong and it knocked her up.”

Cielo remarked. "It's a good thing that addict didn't come with you, Carol," Mina teased me. I gave her a look and raised my eyebrow. "Let's not talk about Alexander. It's Avery's birthday!" I exclaimed as I took a sip of vodka. "You're not allowed to drink, Carol. Your mother might scold us again!" Cielo scolded me. Cielo, two years older than us, is like a sibling to us. She is our confidante whenever we face problems. She knows our weaknesses inside out.

She asked as they walked into the living room. “Thank you for the compliment, and yes, it is. Vampires stop ageing around our mid-thirties.” Alaric sat down on a couch, and she sat beside him, staring at him, almost shaking with excitement. A male that had lived for many decades and counting was sitting right in front of her; she had every right to be excited.

He asked immediately after he realized I was carrying Andrea. I shook my head, and both their faces warped into frowns. "What the fuck?" Carlos exclaimed, and I hissed at him, glaring at him for talking too loudly. "This was the first time we didn't have a successful shift. Are you sure she's turning eighteen soon? Maybe she's only sixteen or younger?" Carlos couldn't keep his mouth shut and kept talking. "I don't have any answers, but we need to find out. We don't have any time left. Her birthday is in two days. And Riley is bound to claim her soon." I told them, gritting my teeth to stop myself from cursing or talking loudly.

Karina is well aware of the risks, but if everything is planned carefully, they may be able to pull it off. "You don’t know what you are talking about, Karina." The pureblood Clarisse and her whole team fought was around six hundred years old. It was the oldest they had dealt with before Elijah. She is damn sure that Elijah will be unstoppable. He wouldn’t live that long if he wasn’t strong either.

“It’s not your fault. It was just the life they pushed on us but it breaks me to see Elena still walking that same road.” Rob’s tone softened through the phone. “You said she was your friend?” Carol nodded. “I met her at the club where my mum left me at thirteen,” She looked down at her hands. “Sometimes leaving isn’t courage. Sometimes it’s luck and she didn’t get mine.” Luca let out a slow, frustrated breath. “I wish I could do something,” “You can’t,” Carol replied gently. “At least, not now.” Outside the window, the street looked normal again. Just cars and sunlight and people passing by but inside the room, everything felt different.

“Who is Carlos?” “Elias’ best friend. They practically grew up together.” “Don’t you mean ‘you all’ grew up together?” She laughed. “I’m over thirty years younger than them. I was an annoying little kid when they were adults.” Thirty? How old were they? I knew that lycans lived much longer than wolves, but I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She had to be at least a few years older than me, that would make my mate at least fifty, but he didn’t look a day over twenty-five.

I hear Uncle Elias tell Carol as I sniff the air around me to determine where the threat is coming from. She immediately did as she was told. Carol is a warrior but right now, she's pregnant with my uncle's twins. My uncle is finally going to have kids of his own at Six hundred and eighty years old and we're all happy for him. If we're under attack right now then there's nothing Carol can do than to stay inside and keep herself and the babies safe. "I can't smell anything. The threats must be near the gate." I say, "Eric contacts the guards to find out what's going on."

Eamon “Alpha King, sir, the Pack DarkWood Beta you asked me to investigate, Cara Wilson? It appears she was lost as a child. That’s when DarkWood found her and made her one of their own.” “Thank you again for looking into this, Walter,” I say to my Beta. “One more thing… What year was Cara Wilson lost?” The old man checks the notepad in his hand before responding, “She was three years of age, so that’s…. twenty-two years ago.” My Beta nods briefly before leaving.