Disney Aging Novels & Stories

he said as he welcomed me into his home. It was true. The consequences of taking the position of an elder meant that as you aged, your body aged with it. Most werewolves can age, and it’s barely noticed. We can live to be well over a hundred years old, and still look like we are in our fifties. “It’s alright. I completely understand. She had a great time, but I think she might have been overwhelmed a bit by everyone. She hasn’t lived in a pack in several years. She has to get used to it again,” I replied.

He didn’t look more than forty at most. “I don’t look it, do I?” I shook my head as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “New technology has ensured that most humans now live far, far longer than previously possible. I’m hoping to celebrate my six-hundred and sixty-sixth birthday before I leave this world for good.” The smile broadened for just a moment, and then it was gone, his face serious once more. “So, you see, my dear. You are a child by today’s standards.”

"Providing a werewolf has found their mate and they have fully mated with them, they will stop ageing at around thirty-five. We can live for hundreds of years and die peacefully-" "This is fascinating and everything but what's it got to do with my family?" I sighed. I was fed up now and he was only serving to make the situation worse. "My real age is forty-seven and I stopped ageing when I was thirty. I have always known who you really were. Eldest daughter of Maxwell and Janette Clarkson. Next in line for the throne after your brother, Kyros, turned it down and favourite child of your father. James' parents, Jacob and-"

He's only about seven years older than me, but he shows it more than I thought he would. We all age normally until we turn eighteen, then the aging process slows down similar to vampires and fairies. Aunt Rhi's magic stops working when you leave the pack, and you start to age as you normally would. The neat part is that if a member was actually sixty when they left, but looked forty, they age as if they were forty. Zeke, however, looks like the outside world took years off his life. "Falco! Get up here! NOW!" my mom's voice almost pierced my eardrums from inside my head, making me realize I had completely forgotten where I needed to be.

"Bella, how did it come to this?" Evan sounded tearful, lost, and helpless. He couldn't understand why he had stopped loving me at 27 years old, the same way I was confused at the betrayal of my werewolf partner—known for their loyalty.

We both laughed so hard I nearly choked on my tea. "What age even qualifies as childhood for their kind?" I asked, curious. "I mean, he looks like he’s in his early thirties, but I know he’s much older." "They grow exactly like human children until they reach their twenty-fifth year," she explained. "At that point, the aging process slows to a crawl. They still age, but it happens so gradually that a century might only add a few lines to a man's face. Alistair has many years before the weight of time truly shows on him."

“I had to climb up myself to get him. And I was sixty-seven at the time!” Wendy must have been in excellent health, if she was climbing trees to rescue her grandson. She hardly looked a day over fifty now; the only marks of her age were the crow’s feet around her eyes and the smile lines edging her mouth, her weathered hands and silver hair. But her sparkling eyes and lithe, upright posture spoke of a woman much younger than her years. Did werewolves age more slowly than humans, I wondered? The thought made my chest tighten a little. Unbidden, images of Darren and I being together slipped back into my mind. I saw myself, much older and hunched, next to Darren—still young and spry, outliving

“Mummy misses your daddy dearly, but your daddy is not replying to my messages. I’ve given him a second chance, but it looks like he isn’t interested. “He doesn’t want us anymore. Don’t worry though. Mummy is filthy rich. I even have all your daddy’s assets. I’m fully capable of taking care of you all on my own. Maybe we can even look for a new dad for you. “I heard that men would look much older after they’re close to their 30s. Why don’t Mummy look for someone who’s in their early 20s? How about that?” Just as Maia finished, a terrifying voice came from her back, “Don’t you dare!”

Glancing into the mirror of the new vanity he had someone bring yesterday, I watched his eyes follow my movement. Ever since I 'moved' in with him, the room had changed quite a bit. I would like to think that there was a more feminine feel to it now. "I'm actually in my prime years." He pursed his lips, pretending to be offended. I doubted he was with that sinfully decadent smirk on his lips. Prime? If 900 is considered prime years then I don't know anymore. "What about Granny Ada or Rora?" My curiosity got the better of me. How old would Granny Ada be if she was his grandmother? Over 1000 years old right?

“I love you, too, old man.” “Less of the old,” He laughs. It’s a running joke with my brothers, how our father doesn’t look a day over twenty-five. He never will, and the same goes for Mum. Once a Royal Alpha reaches twenty-five, they stop ageing. The gift passes onto their mates and children, which means Gianna will never age; forever will she be a beauty. Other wolf shifters stop ageing around forty to forty-five. Royal’s, such as my aunts and uncles, will live very long lives. But my parents, siblings, partners, and myself, are immortal because we’re part vampire, thanks to Mum.