Disney Aging Novels & Stories

But I would never let her know that because then I would never hear the end of it. Damien is my most trusted friend. He was the first friend I made and he was human back then. We became friends when I was sent to school. My parents had me sent to a normal school. They didn’t want us to become snobs. Anyways, I was rather small for my age due to all the vampire slow aging. So, in essence when I was 6 years old, I looked more like a 4-year-old kid. Vampires aged slower than humans. We then stopped aging when we reached 25 years old. Well, not stopped, but slowed down greatly. So, from birth until I turn 25 years old, I look on average 2-3 years younger than a human my age. After, I turn 25 yea

Liza said, clearly impressed. “A thousand years? How old are you?” Edgar asked. “I’m one thousand three hundred and forty five years old, and my mate is one thousand two hundred and sixty six years old,” Hogan replied. “You both don’t look a day over thirty!” Pixie exclaimed. “We can choose to slow our aging at a certain appearance, and I chose twenty eight, while my mate chose thirty,” Liza smiled. “What’s a mate?” I asked.

" Dylan's face darkened. "Suzy, I’m only five or six years older than you. How does that translate to me being old in your eyes?" He hadn’t done much to maintain his appearance, but his natural good looks made him appear even younger than his actual age. "Five or six years isn’t a small gap," Suzy retorted, pouting. "Don’t fall for those clichés about men getting more attractive with age. The only thing age brings is a stronger... aroma. Can’t you smell that old-man scent on you?"

*** Mature Content 18+ Goddess, it had been a long day. Between the stress of supervising his vast businesses to managing his kingdom and his ever-demanding, very pregnant luscious mate, he would grow old in no time. Except he had stopped aging at 28. Thank you, Goddess, for small mercies.

“So why is he pretending to be older if you are?” “Because after his eighteenth birthday, when he takes on those characteristics of an eighteen-year-old, he can either turn his aging off, keep it the same, slow it down, or speed it up.” “So, he can just stay eighteen forever.” “Pretty much, but with vampires, we age super slow and can’t control our aging until we’re physically twenty-one.” I nodded. “Makes sense.” I took a deep breath. “So, how old is Mason technically?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I’m not telling you.”

Sonnet smiled, “No, the rumors are correct. She’s indeed in her fifties, but she doesn’t look like it.” Lindy’s eyes widened in shock. “She’s fifty and looks like that?” “The first time I saw her, I had the same expression as you, but there are cases of reverse aging in this world, right?” Lindy exclaimed, “Incredible, simply incredible. She looks no more than thirty-five.” They chatted while watching Yves walk inside, probably to the private room she had booked. “Mom and Aunt Lindy will definitely look younger and prettier than that lady when you turn fifty,” Jaybie suddenly said.

"Why?" "Because it doesn't matter. Dragons can easily live until they are 200 or 300 years old if they don't get sick or severely injured. Most forget their age after a few decades anyway. The only age that really matters is 14 because that's when you shift, that's when you become an adult. But after that who cares?" he sighs. "Yeah I guess that's true," I mutter, moving so that my back rests against the headboard. Ash moves beside me and flicks his hand so that a small fire blazes in the hearth.

"I know how you feel, dear. When I was younger, I used to get arrested a lot for faking my ID. At thirty, I was still calling my mother over to confirm my birth certificate," "You suffered that too?" I gasped. The only reason I hadn't suffered from that was because I lived in a werewolf community and I never went out. "Are you kidding me? How old do you think I am right now?" He laughed. "A younger body will cause you embarrassment but you enjoy it at old age. Look at me, I'm over a hundred and my bones are still strong, somewhat," "A younger body doesn't necessarily mean—"

Meadow is the first to calm back to a straight face, wiping her eye where a tear had formed, and she snuggles up beside me once more in this new less hostile atmosphere. “Yeah, but three thousand years? I’m sure even the strongest Botox is going to struggle with that timeline.” I point out, thinking back to Meadow finding an article about Botox and humans preserving their youth some months back. She was unimpressed with how vain she considered humans to be and the extreme measures they would take to fight the aging cycle. Easy to judge when wolves literally don’t age like that and we stay healthy and youthful until we die. We reach adulthood, sort of around the looks of a thirty-year-old hum

she explains. Daisy's gaze lowers at her, she doesn't believe her." Grandma? Don't lie to me" Seeing how serious it looked and sounded, Grandma Calliope couldn't help but give in. " I'm sorry, child... I know it's too much to ask given that you are too young and you just got married" she starts. The lines in between Daisy's brows increase. " What are you talking about, grandma, you are getting me confused" Grandma Calliope reached for her hands and enclosed them in her, "As you can see, child... Grandma is not getting any younger. With every passing second, Grandma is slowly losing her strength and energy to be active. " She begins, Daisy quietly listens to her