Gon Hxh Age Novels & Stories

I know my mother was a witch, but to see something like this is absolutely jarring. “How the hell do you know what I like?” I grumble, even as my stomach betrays me with a growl. His laughter is rich and warm. “I have my ways.” I look him up and down with narrowed eyes, then curiosity gets the better of me. “How old are you, Axton? And don’t give me that ‘age is just a number’ crap.” He tilts his head, considering. “Eight hundred years, give or take. After the first three hundred, you really do stop counting.”

“If you lost your lives here, today, you will also die in the real life, just like what has happened to me and the others here.” “Let’s calm down first,” Harris says as he exhales and releases the stress he’s been holding on to his shoulders. “You guys, can you change your appearance? That’s what they say about ghosts. Can you make yourself look more, alive? You look pretty awful right now,” I tell them. They look at each other without changing their demeanor, “I’m sorry, but we can’t.” “How old are you and when did you die?” Harris asks them “I am 47 years old and I died last 1987 when I hid on this hotel’s freezer,” says Eve.

Shila said as she also faced the hunter wolf named Garix. Garix finally pulled out his hood, much to all our surprises, letting us see his face. "Do you really think I'm that stupid?" My eyes widened as I looked at him. Garix... This hunter... He was too young! No matter how one looked at him, he was obviously a child! "He's not that young. He's over twenty years old, he just has a baby face and a bit shorter than other males his age," Ether said, walking to me.

One by one, the results populated the screen. Three profiles. Only three. Ghost blinked. “That’s… weird. I expected more.” Finn frowned. “Me too.” Cedric leaned in. “Who do we have?” Ghost pointed to the first profile. “Hector Marquez Jr. Age thirteen.” Cormac snorted. “Not him.” Ghost clicked the second. “Hector Marquez III. Age three.” Cedric rolled his eyes. “Definitely not him.” Ghost opened the third file.

My dad says. “I am not sure how he has survived. Ghaazi was 400 years old when Jiahoa was born. That would make him close to 1100 years old. No Lycan in history has lived that long. Considering he does not look any older than when Jiahoa was born then he must be using magic to keep himself from dying.” My great-grandmother says.

He doesn't know what talent Soheila had for him to feel secure and safe by just becoming her subordinate. Xian's other brothers did the same as well and introduced themselves, which made Soheila smile. Xian is the oldest, he is 38 years old. Xandrick is next, he's 36 years old. Xhel and Xhan are twins, they are 35 years old, whereas Xander is the youngest, he is 33 years old.

The nineteen-year-old girl continued happily. Austin pinched the girl's chubby cheeks before him and exclaimed, "You're so cute!" In his eyes, the girl was incredibly adorable. "Hurt Uncle, uh, I'm leaving first. You'll be mad if I'm late. Goodbye Daddy Austin." Hazel kissed him goodbye. Hazel thought of others too positively. She didn't think the person who wanted to bump into her was a kidnapper. What's more, Austin himself is already thirty-one years old. It's extraordinary that this mature man is still familiar with him, who is only nineteen years old.

Then, she sat aside and said to Xanthus, "Dr. Osteen, you look quite unlike the youngster to me. If I may ask, how old are you this year?" Xanthus smiled and said, "Ma'am, you're welcome to drop the formalities. Just call me Xanthus. I am 28 years old this year." "You're already 28 years old. By any chance, do you have a girlfriend?" Jenna began to fish for information.

He blankly stared at the girl across from him and after a while, he frowned, then he cautiously asked. “I know I might sound rude, but I swear I am just curious as I could not make a guess no matter how I try,” Ashdod stated carefully. “Do you mind telling me how old you are?” “Eighteen,” Lexy answered without offense at all. “Well, Ethan is turning twenty-four on his next birthday. I don’t think that is much of a gap, though,” Ashdod shrugged his shoulders as he spoke with his eyebrows raised. “Twenty-four? Not thirty-four?” Lexy exclaimed. “How can he own a club at such a young age and the most famous to youngsters to top it all off.”

I asked, raising an eyebrow. He smirked. "Older than Elias." "How old?" I demanded. "I'm a hundred and fifty years old." He sighed, waiting for the other shoe to drop. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "Seriously?" He nodded. "I was born in eighteen seventy-one." He sighed, defeated. "So, do you still want to be with me?" "I'm still thinking." Then I looked over at Elias. "And how old are you?" He shrugged. "Thirty-seven." He looked over at Xander, enjoying his discomfort a bit too much.