Coming Of Age Tale Novels & Stories

Was the boy trying to scare me? I pulled onto the emergency lane, then took a deep breath and rubbed my belly. "Son, did your memories get scrambled during your reincarnation? We live in the twenty-first century now. We have heated floors at home, and we didn't need hunting rifles for food a long time ago." 'Who said his memory's scrambled? Just do what he said! In our last life, when the extreme cold hit, the whole world was thrown into another ice age. The people who froze to death turned into zombies! My brother and I died when the zombies bit into our necks!'

This was my 18th birthday party—my coming-of-age ceremony. I… had been reborn.

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"I tried to fake my way into the military when I was fifteen. It seemed like a great way to get away from my Foster parents. I got past the training part but then they found out I was underage and I ran." “You must have been quite convincing,” I said, “I was an early boomer…by thirteen I already look like a woman. I suppose they just shoved me off as petite,” she explained. "You have had quite an adventure, haven't you?" Evanore said with a smile. Alora laughed. "Um, that's one way to describe it." "Can you do magic?" Tabitha asked, drawing all our attention to her and her brother who had been sitting there quietly and listening.

Kincaid had been so aggrieved when the elderly Shante had succumbed to his illness the year before as he could remember how the man used to treat him back when he was small and his relationship with his father had not become strained. Jeff had proved himself to be as capable as his father was with Kincaid’s father. And he had become Kincaid’s secondhand and aide. That was why he had been the only person he brought for this particular journey even though Basset had warned him about the danger. Kincaid blamed himself for shunning his brother’s advice even when the latter had asked that he be allowed t follow him. The lad still had a lot to learn and he was trying his best to make sure that he

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

*yuck* I know a lot of the girls have suffered the same things at the hands of the same boys, and we always silently rejoiced when someone was adopted out, or aged out. When you turn 19, you aged out, and sadly must leave. I am almost there excited to age out, and terrified at the same time. I have no where to go. But I will start this new chapter with a smile on my face and my head held high as I survived my time at the orphanage! Only because of my special spot, and animal friend.

I never knew him, saw him, or have evidence beyond my mother’s brief tales. I reached an age of maturity along the way; I cannot say when I stopped ageing as I am not sure. I don't know if it was something I did to myself or something I was destined to always be. I look young, yet old enough to be a mother. I guess you humans would put me at thirty or thereabouts. I'm tall and slender and have dark hair that hangs down my back with light curling of the ends. I am of ivory skin and dark brown eyes with green flecks that dance like a ring of fire around my pupils.

I understood the gravity of altering the course of the future—such changes came with profound consequences. "I’m deeply grateful for your assistance," I said. "I wish I could foresee the future to prepare accordingly. I certainly don't want to bring you any trouble." We continued with our brief conversation. My son couldn’t stay with us as he was about to enter a significant phase of his life. This phase, known as the coming of age for werewolves, marked a period of transformation and growth into adulthood with enhanced power. I could already envision my son growing much taller than me—this was simply how things unfolded.

I'd spent weeks on it, really. I was ready to bring it up to him after the coming-of-age ceremony. I was certain that he would jump on board, and it wouldn’t be hard to leave too because he was the Alpha after all. We didn’t have to wait in line to get permission, until a slot opened in the pack outing schedule. And then the Coming-of-age ceremony disaster happened, the less said about it the better. I find it almost hysterical that after everything I’d gone through, and with the looming threat of death hanging over my head, at least I get to cross one thing off from my post-graduate bucket list.