Coming Of Age Short Story Novels & Stories

My name was Victory Carlson, and I was a college student. I had a pure, lovely, and youthful look, and an impressive 36E bust, and I easily attracted Damon Powell's attention the moment I appeared. Damon was my boyfriend. He'd always wanted to have sex with me, but I listened to advice from my stepdad, Charlie Kramer, that I was only truly considered an adult after I turned 21 years old. "It's going to be my 21st birthday in two days. I'll let you have your wish when that time comes," I told Damon while nestled in his arms in the grove of trees on campus.

“What’s it about?” Mom glanced at Dad before answering. “It’s about a young girl whose future is bright and full of possibilities. She’s curious and desperate to explore the world. She leaves her parents in tears and travels far away. Thirty-five years later, she finally returns… but her parents are old and frail. She breaks down crying, realizing she missed so many years of watching them grow old.” The story hit a little too close to home. I already knew where this was going. “Mom, I’m not going anywhere for thirty-five years,” I said softly, looking up at her. “It’s just for a few weeks.”

She whispered. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back. My mind took me back to the day of my eighteenth birthday. I had just started walking around by my own after I recovered from taking a knife to the heart, both literally and metaphorically. There was no big celebration for my coming of age, the gated weren't even open to a single person who had wanted to wish their prince a goo day.

Seemingly my mother was human , in the eyes of most in this shit hole of a pack humans are the lowest of the low . I couldn't wait to turn eighteen and get my wolf . I know she's there. I can feel her , I turn seventeen in two weeks . Not that we celebrate birthdays in this place , well unless it's me or Jannie the cook that bakes a cake for the younger ones . There are twenty five kids here , I am the eldest and have been here the longest . That's all I know but I can't wait to leave and explore some of the world .

It causes havoc to my senses and my mind seems to be in a rampage. What did I get myself into? What am I going to do if I don’t manage to complete the tasks? They told my parents that I am going to die young. If that’s so then I want it soon. I want it before my 18th birthday. I put on my boots and see him open the window and jump out gracefully with his huge figure. I follow him and soon, I am standing by him on the snow in the dead of the night.

none of us want to stay here and growing up is the only way out. Your Awakening is a bit like graduation in a sense. A passing from child to adult and normally where you would find your place, your rank, in the pack, and get a mate. I have no delusions that it means anything of the sort for any of us turning tonight. Of which there are four from the home of unwanteds, and I hear maybe three from the packs around. Just a handful of kids trying to break free, find their path, and all in the great presence of the entire 'Packdom'.

A mere 18 year old girl writing a werewolf story with mature and cryptic scenes. But I did, I finished it, I made it and outdid myself. Even while I was writing the ending, I felt like crying while I typed the words that were coming inside my mind, I never knew that I would be able to pull this through, end it and somehow outdid myself. Create a whole new world through my words and imagination.

Candice tried by all possible means to reach out to him but he just ignored any incoming contact that came from her. She knelt down on the ground and thanked God that at least she wasn’t pregnant with his baby, otherwise he wouldn’t have taken care of the tender soul. All that happened when she was only 17. Providentially she had passed, she moved into a higher class, it was her time to explore the age of maturity, the king of freedom age which everyone enjoyed so much. She was so patient whenever it came to ill-emotional situations, she cried, she really did since she was emotional naturally.

she whined again, "We all know that everybody here had a stupid home or did stupid themselves. I was a wild child, as my parents like to put it. I drank, smoked, hang out with the wrong crowd, didn't listen, got a tattoo, you know that kind of stuff. They were so done with me, they sent me here. And that goody-goody lady over there was the oldest of twelve children and when the twins came there wasn't enough money to take care of her so they signed her up. And they had this bullshit story about 'having a better childhood, a new way to get all the love you missed out on'. You know, so what's your story?" I felt bad for them that their parents were also the ones who got them here, but I was to

That thought was beyond exciting. Pulling my hoodie low over my face and keeping my head down, I start to explore this town as I need to find a pharmacy. Then it occurs to me that today is my 18th birthday! Every single birthday, I'd woken up in my bed, in a loving home, with my loving family waiting with a huge plate of blackberry pancakes. This morning, it was just me, utterly alone in the world and officially an adult. Wait, no! I'm not alone. I have a flipping jaguar shifter spirit! Happy birthday to me.