Do Werewolves Live Forever Novels & Stories

“Once our soul isn’t captured by a witch or warlock and gets sent to limbo, we’re pretty much reincarnated like a hundred years after death.” “That’s pretty awesome. You guys can read minds, and you live forever?” He smirked. “I keep telling everyone gryphons are the best supernaturals. Werewolves only live a few years longer than the average humans, witches have the same measly short lifespan as humans, vampires can still be killed even though they are immortal, dragons are just weird, and the uniques are crazy.” He paused and winked at her. “No offence, by the way.”

“Witches die after two thousand years, but werewolves only live around five hundred years. She’s a hybrid so it’s difficult to say for her but she doesn’t have eternal life like we do.” I don’t think he realizes my world is crumbling down around me. He keeps talking about the odds of Aurora’s lifespan, but I don’t pay any more attention. All I can hear is the blood rushing through my veins, and vivid images of a long, lonely life appear before me, a life without Aurora…

Maxine interrogated, “300?” Isaac looked left and right to make sure that there’s no people nearby. Then he answered, “Most of the werewolves live longer than normal people.” Maxine does not know that. She became so invested in this. “Tell me more,” she insisted. “Werewolves live for thousands of years. We stopped aging at the peak of our age. We only show signs of aging once we lose the ability to transform into our wolf form. That’s why, many werewolves have faces that’s younger than their ages,” Isaac explained.

“Werewolves live longer?” “We can live longer than a hundred but we can die and not live up to that age when we have no mate. As werewolves, we can only have one woman in our life and that is our mate, and that has been our tradition over the years.” I could feel his eyes on me as I stared at the statue. “...that’s the museum close to it, it has most of the things you should know about werewolves and the bookshop. It’s over there.”

“Until the end of time and beyond.” “Exactly how long do werewolves live?” She asked as he played with her hair, and she played with his fingers on his other hand. “The oldest member of the were-counsel is around two hundred maybe older.” “You’re kidding?” She was shocked that they lived that long. “If wolves live that long what about those that have human mates? Do they outlive their mates? Will Fred out live Nancy?”

I let out a chuckle, knowing she's the only person who's brave enough to give me an order. "Well as I was saying, everyone got better, but the virus did something to the Lycans DNA. After the virus passed whenever the Lycans had babies, instead of them shifting into lycans at the age of sixteen, they all would shift into huge wolves. Since normal lycans live for almost a thousand years, eventually they all died off leaving only werewolves." I explain to her. The healers tried for years and years to fix what had changed the Lycans DNA, but nothing could be done. "So Tim will live for a thousand years then die? What about the wolves how long do they live to be?" She asks, frowning.

Tessa sadly said it. " Being only human, is this too bad? " She asked. Kami put her arms around her, taking her in a tight hug, " You will live a longgggg life as werewolves do. Hundreds of years. You'll not age like a human. That's all I've heard from Dr Kerry Graham. " Kami said. " I haven't seen him so relieved and miserable when he saw you in blood. " Tessa shook her head and leaned back to rest her head on the couch' arm.

Unless… My breath hitched. Unless he was one of those wolves, the ones born under the Blood Eclipse. The kind who didn’t age like the rest of us, the ones who could live for centuries, watching generations come and go while they stayed the same. The elders used to tell stories about them when I was little. Immortal wolves, they said. Wolves cursed by the Moon Goddess herself, bound to darkness, craving power that never ended. I had always thought it was just an old tale to scare pups.

Though I don't blame them, it's been four centuries since they have been driven out of their homes and most have lost hope in the prophecy of a savior which is my yet-to-be-found mate. Because all supernatural were stripped of half of our essence, living us at half strength and shortened life spans. For the strongest supernatural, besides me, the life span is less than five hundred years. Witches being one of the most powerful supernatural species, cannot live up to two hundred years, and werewolves, also one of the most powerful supernatural species can not live up to four hundred years. Most aged supernatural died a few years after stepping into the human world.

Dea cursed but then confusion riddled her beautiful face, "I don't get it, wouldn't you not remember most of your life then?" "I don't remember a good portion now but I'm older. I have more memories than her. You should know, werewolves don't age as quickly as humans and we can live for a very long time." "Okay..." Dea drawled as she prepared herself to ask another question, "I'm human and if I'm your soul mate and you live longer than me, do you get another soul mate or what?" "Our souls are intertwined. We believe that when our soul mate dies, we die soon after because we can't bare to live life without our other half. We simply don't even want to," I explained.