Diluc Ragnvindr Age Novels & Stories

Even Adam smirked and my mates didn't even hold their amusment. "You are so cute, Luna Lilly." The Duchess laughed in a graceful way and now I could feel my cheeks burning hot to my ears. Huff!! Declan! Just you wait, I glared at him but he grinned at me. "Oh, I always in a good mood on this topic, Luna, believe me." He wiped the corner of his eyes. "We Vampire,physically aged really slow. Our calculation of age is different. We will count ten years in your calculation as one year in Vampire age. For Example, Demelza here is in her twenty five years in Vampire age..." Duke Julian explained.

I snapped back defiantly, "Lucas is only seventeen! How can he be involved in the mafia world at his age?" Ricardo barked out a laughter, mocking my innocence. "You're really stupid if you think like that," he sneered. "I killed my first man when I was fourteen. No age is too young for a mafia son." Dread filled me as I absorbed the implications of his words, my mind racing as I thought about my brother in the hospital. Granted, Lucas could be quite adventurous and notorious for getting into trouble, but he would never be involved with men like Ricardo Gambino or even Aiden himself.

He seemed surprised. I opened the envelope and read what was written. I took a deep breath. "Froilan Jacinto, 25 years old, no girlfriend and wife, and a member of El Draconem for three years. Flat information. Useless." I barely looked at the man who still had no reaction. "I know you wouldn't talk. Years of training taught you that. My father, may he rest in peace, made sure of the quality of El Draconem men. So how about this."

She explained. “Over the years… how long was that?” I looked at Lucas. He frowned as though not okay with telling me about that. “Take your time.” I told him. After a moment, he hesitantly replied, “Sixteen years.” My eyebrows shot up in surprise. Sixteen years? That was… Woah! “How old were you when you became rogue?” He looked like he was in his early twenties. “Eight years old.” He uttered under his breath but I heard him.

“I feel like I should be insulted. Are you calling me old or bitter?” I made a face as I starting his cup, “ohh old is a good one. How old are you?” Snorting Lucien looked up at me, “28, is that old?” I smiled pushing his cup in front of him before starting mine. “I mean you are older than me so yeah.” As I turned pulling the creamer out of the fridge Lucien arched his brow, “and just how old are you.” Watching as Lucien added sugar but no creamer to his coffee I shrugged, “23.”

If Lucas lived to be 50 years old, he would look like Duke Adhelard. Not only Rion who remembered about Lucas but Trish too. His chest felt tight, but he knew that there was someone who felt his chest being tied tighter than him. He glanced at Rion worriedly. “Long time no see,” Rion spoke first. “You lived happily after beheading Lucas. I’m impressed,” Duke Adhelard said coldly while looking at Rion. Rion put on a flat expression on his face. “You just want to keep blaming me.” “Then, who should I blame?”

Lucian chuckled—a sound Ethan had never heard before. "How old do you think I am?" Ethan blinked. "Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one... But you're definitely not up to forty." "I'm 346." Ethan spat his drink back into his cup, his eyes widening to their limit. He waited for Lucian to admit he was joking, but the man only chuckled. "You're serious?" "Does it look like I'm joking?" Ethan’s jaw practically dropped to the floor. He remained silent for over a minute, his eyes scrutinizing Lucian.

Then slowly removed the hood covering his face. Every soldier gasped. ⸻ The man looked almost identical to Alessio. Older. Scarred. But unmistakably… A De Luca. ⸻ “My name…” He said quietly. “…is Damian.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ “I was the First King’s Commander.” ⸻ Nico stared. “That’s impossible.” ⸻ “I died…” Damian smiled sadly. “…three hundred years ago.” ⸻ Before anyone could react—

Then he frowned and muttered almost to himself, "But he's so old." Vincenzo walked out of the kitchen at that exact moment carrying the rinsed glasses. I watched his expression shift. Something tightened in his jaw. He looked at the back of Luca's head, then very deliberately set the glasses down on the counter and said nothing. I bit the inside of my cheek. "He's six or seven years older than me," I said. "That's not old." "Celeste." Luca turned to me with the gravity of someone delivering an important verdict. "When you were eleven, he was already eighteen. That's old."

he said, and Lucas nodded. "Sorry to ask, but how old are you?" Lucas asked. "I'm 32 years old," Lycan Edward replied sincerely, and Lucas's eyes widened in surprise. He looked so young yet was that old, but he had no problem with it; if anything, he was proud of his mate. Lycan Edward studied Lucas's face for a while before he spoke again. "What about you? How old are you?" he questioned Lucas, who still had his head slightly lowered while thinking about Lycan Edward's age. He raised his head and revealed an awkward smile. "I'm still young," he said inwardly and smiled again. "I'm 27," he revealed, earning a low chuckle from Lycan Edward, who continued nodding.