Do Werewolves Live Forever Novels & Stories

He knew about stuff that no fucking one should know about. Possibly it was just his life experience. After all, he had plenty of years under his belt, since he was our great great grandfather. That itself was not that fucking common. While werewolves aged slowly and lived long life, most still did not live as long as Avo had. They either died in attacks & fights or perished after their mates died. But Avo strangely remained, despite his mate not being a part of this world anymore, just like he had said when we first met him when he just appeared out of thin air.

"It's long overdue, but I'm finally acting my age. Let's be carefree and young together, Zeke." "I don't know about you, Mare, but it's too late for me. Can you guess how old I am?" I gasp. "Are legacies supposed to be immortal, like vampires?" Zeke stays silent, and I release another long gasp. He's trying his hardest to keep a straight face, but now I'm genuinely curious. "Legacy werewolves can stay alive forever." "Will that make you..." I trail off while counting wide-eyed with my fingers. "Three—four hundred years old!"

"I'm actually so sorry about that." "It isn't your fault dear. I miss him so much though. He died from a stroke." I actually realise now just how vulnerable humans are and how their life span is short. Werewolves actually do not age fast and they have a long life span up between three hundred to four hundred year. This was on one the reason why we never really associated with humans because they might become curious since we stop again once we get to fifty. It must been so hard for her to loose him after spending sk much years with him. I'm not sure I can go through that with Nathan considering how I almost lost my mind when he got shot with a silver bullet.

“That we possess what we do, and not immortality to accompany it. Some believe that it is due to balance. Every creature must have its weakness, it’s flaws, to maintain balance in the world. “The vampires may live for eternity, but their dependence on the blood of humans keeps them weak and their resilience to the changing world is imperfect – they often opt to die rather than live in a world that they cannot keep up with. Werewolves can take the form of a wolf, but they share the lifespan of the humans around them. Mer can only tolerate the land for so long before they sicken and die. Witches need tools and components for their magic. And we… well,” he chuckled. “We possess incredible power

Werewolves, vampires, and it's best that it’ll stay that way. Waking up with a monotonous routine, different times, different eras had gone by, but I never met someone who I could call my mate. I sometimes envy those lowly werewolves. They don’t have the curse of living eternally as they could survive up to 300 years, neither short nor long… I sometimes envy those lowly werewolves. They don’t have the curse of living eternally as they could survive up to 300 years, neither short nor long…

“Was it… because she broke the vow by telling you?” “No.” Jack shook her head. “That wasn’t it. She passed away peacefully.” I exhaled, tension easing from my shoulders. “That’s right. She was three hundred and twenty. An age we’d consider… a ripe old one.” According to ancient records, the average lifespan of werewolves once stretched from five hundred to over a thousand years. But in recent centuries, for reasons still unknown, the collective lifespans of all supernatural races had steadily declined—ours now capped at less than five hundred.

Everyone agreed and Father began to talk since he had taken up the role of my spokesperson. I got distracted by the thought of how Alex’s pack was one of the few packs with a young Alpha. Mine already had grey hairs sprouting from his aged nose. Luckily the wolves always remained strong. From what I know, we werewolves live up to two thousand years but physically stop aging when we’re 60. With that being said, I couldn't really tell how old our Alpha was. Those were the thoughts going through my head and I could only faintly hear my father tell them about marriage before I drew my attention back to reality. Back to the matter which was being discussed.

My emotions were all over the place. I was falling in love with this man with whom I was going to spend the rest of my life, and it was going to be a long life. Werewolves lived for hundreds of years. Once they hit their mid-twenties, they would age about a year every decade. Not quite eternal youth but no wonder they kept that knowledge from humans. Now, Kristof, Noah and Michel had gone on the mission with nine others, and I was worried they were going to get hurt. Viktor was a psycho. He wanted Kristof dead and me... God, no... Goddess knows why he wanted me.

If they lived as long as we do, did that mean Lauren and I would live long, too? “Will Lauren live as long as you?" I asked him, and he nodded. "Once we get to a certain age, the ageing process slows. I think it is because our human genes become weak due to age, and the werewolf genes begin to replace them gradually. Two hundred and fifty years if she is out of danger. I am not sure, though. Most true bloods that are half-human always join the Bureau and end up dying young. Unlike us, they can't actively activate their werewolf genes. It only springs into action when their life is threatened. But otherwise, it is docile. They can also get poisoned by werewolf claws, so it is tricky. In a saf

Just a room full of disbelief. “Werewolves aren’t what you think,” I said softly. “We don’t hunt people. We’re not cursed. We’re born like this, from generations before us. We live in packs, like families. We protect each other, and we protect the humans around us. That’s our law. The true law of the pack.” Grandma Rose’s lips parted slightly. “You expect me to believe that?” “No,” I said honestly. “I don’t expect anything from you. But I want you to know the truth.”