Disney Aging Novels & Stories

I said in annoyance. “I think you're forgetting exactly how old I am?” Kaizen commented, wrapping his hands around my waist from behind. Though I was annoyed, my body clearly wasn't as I leaned into his touch. His scent was so addicting and intoxicating. I could get lost in them. How could I forget exactly how old he was? He was over four hundred years old and he looked no older than twenty five. Perks of being a lycan. They come with exceptional looks. “That still doesn't justify anything.” I retorted stubbornly.

Freaky as fuck right? "My son, we were just formed from a ball of light to be fully fledged adults. We started of as babies and worked our way up, learning as we went. We stop aging when we are mature enough to handle our duties so around the age of twenty-five to thirty-five." Mom clarified, "You too will stop aging. Your father was unlucky, he already began sprouting salt and pepper hair before he could stop." "Ciana," my father playfully warned, "I'm going down to the shop right now to buy a box of dye. Let's see how you taunt me about my salt and pepper hair then."

I wanted to age and die peacefully, I'm happy they didn't force me. “I'm really sorry for not turning into a vampire, I wouldn't have aged. I wouldn't have been old and haggard like this, Owen. I'm so sorry, I'm going to leave you soon." I say looking at him. I love my mates so much and the thought of leaving them hurts me deeply and my children too. They also stopped aging moment they hit eighteen. They are almost seventy now but they look the same as they were when they were eighteen. I'm glad atleast my mates won't be completely alone, a part of me through my children will always be with them.

It depends on whether they've had all their shots. 150-year-old healers are still considered young, and it's sad that these beautiful lycans reached the peak of their age at what we considered such a young age. So as soon as I see the lycans elders standing near the gate, in my mind, there is still a way to make their race's life longer. If only they had great doctors and medical facilities to watch over their health and growth. It's unfortunate that with increasing age, their physical appearance becomes less attractive. Well, I can't say they become ugly since they still look majestic, elegant, and gorgeous, but most of their beastly beauty weakens.

People were walking around, laughing, chatting, training, or even playing with children. Ash smirked. “That’s because werewolves stop aging at twenty-five.” I nearly tripped over my own feet. “Wait, what?!” Aiden chuckled. “Yup. Once we hit twenty-five, we don’t age anymore. So most of the people here? They’re probably centuries old.” My mind reeled at the thought. “Centuries?” I echoed in disbelief. “You mean… your mom—” My eyes widened as I thought back to their mother’s youthful face. She looked like she could be their older sister, but if what they were saying was true…

Ana was from a pack in Europe and by the time I found her we were both already 68 years old. Our bodies slow down significantly on aging around 25 years old. My parents are 176 and 182 years old, but they look like they are in their early 50’s and they are still in peak physical shape. I’m currently 80 years old, but I look like I’m in my 30’s. The slow aging and long life is really helpful for wolves like me who don’t find their fated mate right away. We still have plenty of time to enjoy life together and have pups.

“She’s your mother. If you believe you can trust her, then you should tell her. If not, then you will need to disappear from her life entirely in a few years, as you will stop aging.” “I hadn’t thought about that.” Zander had told me that he was more than 700 years old. I sighed, feeling the weight of it all. “This is just ridiculous. Just when I start to feel normal again, I remember that I’m never going to die of natural causes! I’m going to outlive my mother, and if I had friends, I’d outlive them too!” “Think about it this way: while everyone else is getting old and gray, you’ll stay just as beautiful as you are right now. No wrinkles, no aching bones or liver spots, or any of the other

"Honey, you're a few years older than Liam, but you're no Mrs. Robinson. Did you know Lola was almost twenty years older than Dax? Dax was in his forties when Lola turned him, and she was past sixty." I hadn't thought about that at all. The fact that werewolves had such long lifespans meant that the aging process slowed down somewhere along the way. Arlene saw the questioning look in my eye. "Around thirty years old is when werewolves' aging slows down. That's how we live to be so old. Hell, I'm almost eighty-four." My eyes grew wide. I wouldn't have guessed Arlene was older than fifty. Arlene put her hand on Brat's shoulder. "You and Liam don't have an easy road ahead, but you're both good

I rested my hand on my belly, hoping he couldn’t see how my fingers were trembling. “They have their uses.” Damon sat up a little straighter. “I’m not a fool, Natalia. I wouldn’t pass up good soldiers at the drop of a hat.” “They’re just children. Not soldiers.” “For now.” He stood and descended the dais again. “The rapid aging process is uncomfortable, but effective. Within minutes, they could be fully-grown adults. I will, of course—out of respect for you—assign them a higher rank in our army. They will want for little.”

They had me at an older age. It had been strange when I was growing up because other kids my age had younger parents. I never envied them, since my parents made sure to do things with me, just like the younger parents did with their kids. Now though, I was worried that they wouldn’t have many more years with them. Most werewolves live up to about a hundred and fifty years of age if not two hundred. I didn’t know how long I would have, since I didn’t have access to my wolf. Still, I knew that it wouldn’t be long before my parents were forced to retire.