Diluc Ragnvindr Age Novels & Stories

Lucian's birthday was coming up soon, and I couldn't think of a proper way to celebrate it. He's been so busy that I doubt he even remembers it, but I really want to make it special in my own little way. "Are you sure about this?" Deluna sighed as I rummaged through my closet. "You do know that the man you're talking about is over two hundred years old, right?" "And?" I asked absentmindedly. "He must have celebrated more birthdays than most people. Birthdays literally have no meaning for him anymore. He wouldn't even remember his birthday and definitely wouldn't care if you didn't know it. He never told you, did he?"

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

Diluc’s voice was low and dangerous. Without waiting for a response, Diluc’s fist connected with the man’s face in a powerful, precise strike. The impact sent the man crumpled to the ground, but Diluc wasn’t done. He continued to pummel the man with controlled, methodical blows, his anger evident in every punch. The man’s cries for mercy were muffled as Diluc’s fists delivered a relentless barrage. It was clear that Diluc wasn’t just defending Furina; he was channeling a deep-seated rage into every strike.

“I was surprised when you said your parents were warriors, naturally warriors get mated to each other or betas” “Exactly my thoughts. How long did your brother have to wait to find his mate?” I asked. “You can just ask for his age directly you know” She laughed at me and I did because she saw right through my question. “Lucian is twenty-five,” She tells me. “Thank you for this Rietta,” I said genuinely grateful for her. “Anytime. Now let me show you to Lucian’s office”

We're only 5 years apart right? "24? I thought it was 23?" I asked. "Jizan is in 1995, why 23?" Riguel asked with a laugh, oh. Maybe when I was born he was 5 years old and then months later he had his birthday. So...we are 6 years apart. Not 5. "How about you? How old is this year?" I asked. "Hmm, 19." Oh, he's young. That's why his aura is quite cute. But he's mature though.

He hadn't been expecting such a random question. "In human years or Deslyan?" he asked a bit skeptically. "Both, I guess," she said, focusing all of her attention on his wounds. She had missed the confused stare he had been giving her. "Let's see," he began with a sigh. "I'm about…twenty-one in human years. That's twenty-six in Deslyan." "What about Arius?"

Measuring. Finally, Valerius spoke. “Lucien,” he said quietly. Lucien straightened immediately. “My lord.” Valerius turned his head just enough to regard him. “How old were you when you were turned?” Lucien hesitated. “I was twenty, three hundred and ninety years ago.” Cassian snorted. “A child.” Lucien shot him a look but did not argue. Valerius’s gaze returned to me. “You used his blood as the foundation,” he said. Not a question. “Yes,” I replied. My voice sounded steadier than I felt. “O-negative. Universal resonance. It was… safest.”