Elon Age Novels & Stories

The prince smirked, “Growing up, there were times I felt bad for Egon, he had to comply with whatever the royals told him to do because he was eating their bread.” “He was raised to be a soldier?” I looked at the prince, “When did he become an orphan?” Lycans live pretty long lives, so it might not be as bad as it sounds. The way they age is different too, once they enter their teens their aging process starts to slow down. “Around when he was nine.” It was as bad as it sounded.

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Eric POV. I received a message from Lola saying that Neve is being all fussy and giving her a hard time refusing to nap, I sent her a message back saying maybe let her play it out, although Neve is supposedly younger than twelve, she'd act and is the size of a toddler, kittens take longer time to physically grow up, but mentally, she'd be a little forever.

Dylan's POV Elena turned eleven on a Tuesday in September and with it came the possibility of her first shift. Most wolf children shifted between eleven and thirteen years old. Some earlier if they had strong bloodlines. Some later if their wolf was slower to emerge. But it always came eventually.

Letty asked exaggeratedly as she led Elowyn away from the boys. “Eighteen!” Elowyn was filled with shock as she looked at Letty dumbfoundedly. “I am twenty-one!” she protested, and the girls laughed heartily, finding her very cute. “How is that even possible? How do you take care of your skin? You are not just saying that to make yourself look older, are you?” Olivia asked, teasing Elowyn. Elowyn, who was being questioned, puffed her cheeks as she started a round of proving herself.

Marcelyn greeted her father while she ignored the rest of the people in the room like they didn't exist. She had just taken the first step to her room when her father's voice stopped her. "We need to talk, young lady," Earl told his daughter in a voice that left no room for argument. "I am not young," Marcelyn grunted at her father as she returned to the table where everyone was seated. "You are only 300 years old. Of course, you are young. Just like humans consider their children babies, no matter their age," Earl told her. Compared to his one thousand and five hundred years, Marcelyn was still a baby to him.

The palace became eerily quiet, and I remembered that the children were in together and every other worker and guard had tonight off duty. "What do you mean you were disgusted?" I asked as we went upstairs. "How old are they?" He chuckled, playing a hand around my waist. "Something like 500 years old." "Love doesn't have any age limit," I replied, laughing. "And Lorna isn't 500 years old." "Oh yeah? How old is she?" He asked, sitting down on the bed. "More like 400," I replied. He scoffed. "What's the difference?" He swung the covers from the bed. "Come to bed, love."

Not even over my dead body. The Council followed me into the room that already housed everyone. Our people were already specifically informed that they were not to show the Elders any hostility or make them suspicious that anything was up because I had to set him up properly in order for the other Elders to realize the piece of shit that he really was. It was a delicate situation for the moment. Elder Elwyn was the youngest Elder at the ripe age of thirty, Elder Gwynn was thirty-three, Elder Dillard was forty-five, Elder Cassius was forty-six, and Elder Cleo was forty-nine.

“No offense, El, but you don’t exactly look –“ he’d paused here, to run his tongue across his teeth – “you don’t exactly look old enough, do you?” I’d shrugged, my eyes hard with defiance. “I’m sure I could get in with you. You’re a local, right? A regular?” “A regular who appears to be of age. You might be twenty-one in real years, but in looks you never will be. Sorry, El.”

He is the youngest of the four elders, so he could only start the topic knowing that the other three old fogeys will not open their mouths due to their stubbornness. Lore glanced at the three elders that are already reaching a hundred years of age before he settled his eyes to their clan leader. A smile graced his lips, and it instantly brightened up his overall beauty. “There is nothing wrong with the changes that I implemented, and I am sure that we will receive a better response from the four kingdoms and other forces due to our new policy in regard to the competition’s rules and rewards.”