Novel & Cerita Coming-of-age

I turned to my best friend Lily, like me she’s a refugee, another of the only twenty individuals who survived the massacre. “This dress suits you,” she says. I look down at the dark blue dress I have on, it is the nicest dress I have, I got it last year when I went shopping with my mum and Lily for my coming of age ceremony, On the verge of turning eighteen, my only worries included waiting until I finally turned eighteen so I could have my coming of age ceremony along with all my friends, I wouldn’t be considered a juvenile anymore, I’d be my own person, my dad wouldn’t give me a curfew, I could decide if I wanted to enroll in a human people’s collage, or if I wanted to work towards having

During those parties, groups of friends were already formed mostly based on the status of the family they belong to. The second one would be the coming-out banquet that was meant for children 10-12 years old. Most of the children already attended different social gatherings such as minor tea parties and other events where their parents brought them. Most children in that party already have cliques based on status or sometimes based on abilities and talents. The third one was the coming of age ceremony or what they call the debutante ball. Children aged 14 would be attending the ball without their parent’s guidance for the first time. That ball would signify that they were officially an adult

I don’t know what I wasn’t for now. ‘’Daddy,’’ I said getting his attention which was already mine. ‘’yes, princesses.’’ He replied. ‘’why everyone feels so special about their eighteenth birthday? What so special in this one?’’ I asked wondering. ‘’because you leave your teenage years and start to become an adult. Some, engage on their 18th birthday and some even marry. Others get cars and driving silence. Many things you can’t do being a minor. You get to access to them.’’ He answered making me think about many things I want.

Goddess knows she’s nasty enough already I didn’t want to live in this house with her if she didn’t get her way for once. Anyway, birthdays were not my thing. But this year, it was different. Today is a day of celebration in our pack for members who have or are just turning eighteen - it’s our coming-of-age ceremony. While I couldn’t care less about whatever changes are going to happen with our social status in the pack after the ceremony, I look forward to finding my wolf, the other half of my soul. Also, to find out who my mate is. There is one candidate in my heart, one that I love. Everyone knows that the person you fall in love with is bound to be your ma

I place my ears against the door, hoping to hear what is going on there. I hear Alpha Ezequiel speak loudly, “Humble people of Citadel pack, I welcome you all to one of the greatest moments to be recorded in the history of our pack. Tonight marks the beginning of adulthood for our young werewolves who will be turning eighteen, the age for so many opportunities. Can all the celebrants step forward please?” There are a few minutes of silence and my heart skips a beat, should I go in now? I don't want to chicken out when I’ve only anticipated this night all my life.

''A chance to relive the fun part of highschool, meet old friends and aquintances and to relive the story of being a student of VPA. Vincent Patrick Academy hereby invites you to their 8th annual reunion. A world left behind is waiting to be relived for a night''.

As I cut my cake amidst the cheer of my loved ones, I realized that despite all the recent drama and heartache, I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was home, surrounded by the people who truly cared for me. The events at the pub felt like a distant memory, drowned by the love and joy that filled the terrace. As the clock struck midnight, marking the official start of my eighteenth birthday, I made a silent wish. A wish for love, peace, and, most importantly, the strength to face whatever was to come next. As I blew out the candles, I knew the countdown to my eighteenth birthday had just begun. But this time, it wasn't filled with dread or uncertainty. And, then I felt it, the first twit

“Just go have a good time with your cousin.” Tate and Chuck made casual small-talk as they walked down to the peaceful riverbank, then cast out their fishing lines into the sparkling water. “So… you finally turned 18, huh?” Chuck asked with a sly grin. “Yeah, about a month ago.” “You must be psyched to be getting all that mommy-meat this year,” Chuck said knowingly. Tate gave him a confused look. “Mommy-meat?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, a whole tent full of mommy meat. It’s a special tradition that happens when a male family member turns 18.”

Forty-three pack members would expect breakfast in exactly two hours, and Alpha Marcus would have my head if the coffee weren’t strong enough or if I burned the bacon again like last Tuesday. As I measured out coffee grounds, my hands moved automatically through the familiar routine, but my mind was elsewhere. Two more days. Just two more days until I turn eighteen and can finally submit my transfer request to the Council. They couldn't legally keep me here once I came of age, not without my consent. The dream voice echoed in my head: *Your coming of age is coming.* A shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with the cold kitchen tiles beneath my feet.

Time passed tediously for young Vione. There were many tasks she had to accomplish lately. Most importantly, she had to prepare for the coming-of-age ceremony that would take place later that night. As a werewolf, the coming-of-age ceremony was the most important thing, like an important milestone in one's life. Therefore, the coming-of-age ceremony was a tradition that had been practiced for centuries, marking the transition from adolescence to adulthood. On this night, they would be blessed by the Sacred Elder, and then they would transform into wolves for the first time.