Elon Age Novels & Stories

"I remember that you used to love cake, Olivia." "You have a good memory, but old people do not like sweet things." "Are you kidding me, Olivia? You're only 21 years old this year, right? You're still in your prime." Olivia had skipped a few grades in school, so she graduated from university earlier than her peers. The laws of Arlandia allowed marriage at the age of 18. Olivia was shocked to hear her own age. "So I am only 21 years old," she said. "That's right! Most people haven't graduated from university yet at this age. You're still in your prime years. You're not old!"

I even recoiled from fear, which I quickly tried to hide under a mask of indifference. There was a chuckle from Deegon’s side. No, he was also a redhead, but I couldn’t call him one: too mature. Forty-one, in fact, is the prime of life for a werewolf, considering that men live to be three hundred years old. At that moment, I felt like a moth: fleeting, a one-day thing. A minor episode in the lives of long-lived men. “I see,” Elion took the floor. “Let’s get to the main point. Here is my daughter Dalila, what do you think? Where did we leave off? All in all….”

Of course, Brent and I kept quiet about the whole thing because it wasn’t our place to tell them. I am only slightly older than Ollie who is turning eighteen in three months and will then be able to sense his mate. Our parents are very particular about us waiting for our mates. Nowadays, a lot of people don’t really wait, but I like the idea of my mate being my one and only.

She thought for a moment and murmured, "It seems like Ocelotte hasn't forgotten her." Lorian placed both hands on the steering wheel, his long fingers lightly brushing it. Then, he smiled. "Even so, he won't admit it. Let them handle it themselves. Ocelotte isn't a child anymore." With that, the couple got out of the car. Ocelotte had already gotten out of the car earlier. Lola was now over a year old, and she wobbled her way over. He bent down and picked up his little niece. Lola kissed Ocelotte's cheek affectionately. Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck, looking utterly adored.

Because somehow— that sentence carried personal weight. Not professional. Personal. Oliver looked carefully between them. Then suddenly— he understood. “She recruited you.” Elias stayed silent. Which answered enough. Seraphine watched Oliver with visible curiosity now. “You notice patterns quickly.” Oliver ignored the comment. “How old was he?” The question surprised everyone slightly. Even Seraphine paused. Then quietly— “Sixteen.” Ariana felt cold instantly. Sixteen. That was barely older than a child.

I said cheerfully. “Really? How old are you?” Leo asked. “She’s seventeen,” Ryke answered. Leo’s eyes widened in surprise. “Yes, but I’ll be eighteen next month,” I quickly added. “Oh, almost a grown woman. Wait, your birthday is next month? Am I invited?” Leo asked. “Yeah, sure,” I said casually. Ryke took a long sip of his drink. “I like Elaine, Ryke. She’s cool. But you don’t look that young,” Leo joked.

He crouched on the ground and smirk, “Yeah, it was a lovely small town fifty years ago, though.” “Fifty years ago? How old are you?” I was gasping and trying to hold myself to creepily staring at him. He looks like in a mid-twenty, same as my age right now. “I lost counting after a hundred.” He said with a smug smile on his face. “Elven kind have a long-life span, and we stop aging when we reach the twenty.” Smiling, I was thinking that this good gene on my blood, “Shut the f*ck up! So, I could have this face and living for a long time?”

Lily smiled, patting the boy's head lightly: "You're still young, don't think nonsense." Venn patted his head: “For the human world, I'm young, but the wolf world is different. I'm 18 years old already. Also considered mature.” "18 years old?" Lily stared at the boy who was just as tall as her shoulder. "Yes." Ven nodded. "I don't believe it. You're eighteen, so how old is Prince Elias?" Emily was dumbfounded. Did she fall in love with an old man? Venn put his hand on his chin thinking, "Probably only 100 years old."

Damon- 18 years old. Elle- 16 years old, a month away from her 17th birthday Elle The constant beeping of my alarm clock rouses me from my no-dream sleep, letting me know it's 4 am and time to head off into training with the Beta and Gamma of the New Moon Pack. It is strange how much Alpha Charles and Luna Olivia have invested into a nobody Omega from another pack. I never really bother to question it, I can't remember anything from my old life, and they treat me like their own.

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.