Diluc Ragnvindr Age Novels & Stories

He grinned at Shin who happily explained, “So, of course if any of you two become War Generals, whoever it is will be the youngest war general ever in this kingdom.” Alen suddenly turned to James and Riley who looked dumbfounded, “You two. How old are you?” “22 years old.” James answered after swallowing. “I'm ... 21,” Riley replied which instantly made James turn to the young man. “You're one year younger than me,” James said. Alen was taken aback. “That's not important. The most important thing is that if it's you or Riley, that's ... awesome.” Shin nodded in agreement, “Josh is over thirty years old and that's a mature age for a soldier.”

I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of Deja Vu, 'With this crowd at the bottom of the stairs, it feels like I'm reliving my first ball. Much like last time, one of the aristocrats stepped forward and talked to Walter. It was Marquis Laseus again, "It's nice to see you again, Duke. May you have a blessed day! If I recall, today marks your 371st birthday." My shock at hearing Walter's age was huge, 'Did he just say 371!? How long do dragons live?! That must be why he keeps telling me he won't let me get married until I turn 300...' When looking at the Marquis, Walter had contempt for him in his expression, "Thank you, Marquis Laseus, and yes, I turned 371 today. Now, excuse me, I have some

he gritted out. Ava wanted to ask why and so many more questions but she has picked him enough for today, he has never shared as much as he had done today with her before and there was no need to rush, there will always be another time. “Oh well, I guess you have your reasons. So, how old are you Alejandro?” she watched as colors returned back to his face and sighed in relief. Lucian smiled, “I like how you call me that, it’s surprising since I stopped people from calling me that and then…never mind. Back to your question, I will be thirty eight in two months time.”

Markus chuckled, “your father is 43 years older than myself.” “How can Iris be 67, but father is 170, this is impossible, she was his mother after all!! Surely you’re joking!” Rex exclaimed, this seemed like a bad joke, like Markus was having him on. “She told you she was 67?” smirked Markus, “Cheeky woman.” The look Markus gave while saying that left Rex with 100 questions, just how old was Iris, age must be different here to the realm is from. Seeing the look of confusion on Markus’s face he added in, “The leader of Dracones elders, Jurmund, just celebrated his 400th birthday not a month ago.”

“Don't you understand? Then I'll make it clearer. You, David Lidell, are Silver Face, the captain of Dark Cape’s Red Flame Mercenaries. Is that clear enough?” “Miss Selena, you must be joking! How can I be Silver Face? Silver Face can kill a mid-God Ranker in a flash, so he should at least be a few decades old! How old am I? I’m just 22 years old today. It's impossible! Have you heard of the late 22-year-old late God Ranker?” “I have never heard of it.” “That's right, it's completely impossible, right?”

Lucian said without hesitation, “The twenty years in Hubbert Battalion went by in the blink of an eye. Every minute and second there was incomparably fulfilling. In the twenty years there, I broke through from an eight-star martial arts expert to the Illuminating Realm, and from the Illuminating Realm to the Dark Realm, followed by the second and third levels. In my eighty-five years of life, the twenty years when I lived in Hubbert Battalion were the most fulfilling!” Charlie did not expect that Lucian, who looked like he was only in his early sixties, was actually eighty-five years old. Still, Lucian was a Dark Realm expert, after all. The natural lifespan of a Dark Realm expert was over o

"And then one of the maids mentioned that Lord Rowan had been in the study all day, and that the the old Lord Vitale came to keep him company." Alessio's eye twitched. "I am not old." "You are ancient. You are prehistoric. You are—" Lucian paused, his eyes narrowing. "How old are you, exactly?" "That is none of your—" "Seventy? Eighty?" Lucian tilted his head. "I've heard rumors. Whispered in dark corners. People say you fought in the war. The first war. The one no one talks about." Alessio's hands curled into fists. "I am not—"

Such a legendary man, yet surprisingly, he looked nowhere near his thirties—he looked like he would fit right in with his daughter’s age group! He had heard so much about the myth-like figure’s fame and exploits. ‘Guineve’s premier fighter’ was the most common moniker, but he had never seen Zayn’s pictures before, and he definitely did not expect him to be so young. For all Ray knew, most superior class fighters were at least forty years old or so when they attained their powers. Dick himself was forty-two, while all the other four superior class fighters were close to fifty.

Zhou Fu waved his left hand while his right hand was already gripping the base of the youngest swordsman's neck. “Are you a time traveler?” The youngest glared at Zhou Fu. “Tell me your real age! I can accept my defeat if you tell me your true age!” asked the youngest who at that time was quite sure that the age of the enemy must have been thousands of years. “Hmmm… I forgot the date a bit since I left my island. Ah, maybe sixteen or seventeen. What's clear… I left the island when I was ehmm…”

He told me not to wait up for him but like the idiot I was, I did. I stayed in our bedroom watching outside until I saw his dirt bike pull into the compound. When he got off and removed his helmet, I couldn’t help but admire him. He was thirty-eight and I was more than a decade younger than him. But he didn’t look a day over thirty. Everyone agreed that the DeLuca genes were the best.