Elon Age Novels & Stories

Elona's trembling hands held the pregnancy test, the pink plus sign blurring as tears of joy and fear mingled. Her 21st birthday, once a celebration of independence, now marked a new, unexpected chapter. She wiped her tears off and once again took another look at the pregnancy test in her hands to confirm if it was not an illusion. Seeing that nothing changed, Elona Carter was ecstatic. She felt that this is by far the best birthday she's ever had. A perfect transition from childhood to adulthood.

On the other hand Alicia's birthday is in winter that's why they are in need to prepare for the celebration. Lucky enough all the kids in the orphanage got paid after chores and errands. It's their way of compensating and teaching the child to become independent. For Elise who's unemployed in her last life, she feels ashamed, these children age seven to fifteen starting to work to learn how to feed themselves.

I am thirty two. - How much?! - Thirty two. What doesn't look like? - Elya stood up to her full height, circled and sat back down. - My mother and I went through the rite of Unity. I am not aging now, but I can die very much. That's why someone is always following me. - And how many others? The question escaped the girl's lips. - Mitya is ninety-five. - Lily laughed nervously again, remembering the guy who was in no way associated with the ancient old man. We are the youngest with him. No, it's you now. Mom is two hundred and seventeen.

Lance answered. “Well screw you,” Adelia cursed and she threw up the middle finger. “Don’t do that,” Amelia scolded her. “Youngsters nowadays are really spoiled and disrespectful,” Lance said. Adelia gave him a weird look for what he said. “You’re twenty seven years old which makes you just eight years older than me. What do you mean youngsters of nowaday?” she asked. “He’s actually a hundred and twenty seven years old,” Amelia corrected Adelia. She and Lance both watched as Adelia’s eyes widened in horror and the colour drained from her face.

And with that charming remark, Uncle Wayne strode out of the room. Jules and Liam stared at each other. “Viscount Korf?” Jules finally choked out, blinking rapidly. “Isn’t he, like, eighty?” Eighty wasn’t old by Eilan standards—their species’ life span was one hundred and forty years, and alphas remained virile for most of it, but such an age difference was still considered distasteful. Older alphas generally chose older omegas.

I made sure they didn’t take anything for granted. By the time Eli turned sixteen, I was so proud of him. He had become the young man I hoped he would. He was kind and caring, but strong and determined. Oliver’s chest grew three sizes on the night of Eli’s sixteenth birthday when he shifted into a Lycan. I had to fight the urge to cry with joy. He had become everything I hoped he would.

"I wasn't sure that was possible in a four-year-old." "Technically they're in the developmental equivalent of toddler stage," Elara said. "The aging is complicated by the supernatural biology." "He's four," Cara said, with the tone of someone who needed to say the number out loud. "Effectively, yes." Elara crouched down. "And Lena."

They adopted one more that was in desperate need of a home; Joey) Joey, Omega 17.5 years old. James is the oldest.(Age to be determined)

“That seems awfully late to turn for the first time.” Elias shook his head, “between the ages of eighteen and twenty five. If you don't turn by then you're a human.” “All of you though-" “Eighteen.” Andre winked. “Elias?” He narrowed his eyes at Andre. “Don’t have to tell me.” I laughed awkwardly. “I know your story.” My hand reflexively went to his chest causing him to inhale quickly before I dropped it back down. “Sorry.” “Smell that.” Andre leaned to Oliver smirking. “Those two need alone time.”

The house had never been quieter and yet never fuller. Elena had just turned seventeen, Leo was twelve, and Mae had recently celebrated her eleventh birthday with another explosion of color and creativity. Time had accelerated in ways Anya both cherished and mourned. Mornings that once rang with the thunder of small feet now carried the deeper tones of teenage music from Elena’s room, Leo’s science podcasts playing at full volume, and Mae’s endless humming as she sketched at the kitchen table.