Hocus Pocus Ages Novels & Stories

“You can take your hand back. You want to ask me anything?" "How old are you?" Duncan Hiddleston lifted his shirt and wiped the puddle of saliva and blood from his hands. “Just wanted to ask this.” She turned her scornful eyes on Duncan Hiddleston. “I have a lot of time to ask you questions, but not a lot of time to wait for your answers.” "I'm 15 this year. Not 17 or 20. My age can't remember clearly anymore." She stammered in response. “What are the responsibilities of the people here?”

Melissa asked. “We’ll rotate. Two females, and two males play Hungry, Hungry Hippos. After that which ever male, and female have the most balls, plays Don’t Break the Ice to see who wins. The winner of that one goes back to the first game with new opponents.” Jax explained. “You know Joe, I thought all of our pups were 15 and older, but it seems more like we have a bunch of 5 to 6 year olds again.” My dad joked with a snort.

“To answer that, I have been around for a very long time. If I tell you I am 400, to humans, they can see it as just 15 years or so.” No way! Amber thought and her eyes rose. “You have been alive for that long yet you are... so young,” she said with surprise in her eyes. Hazel chuckled and said, “So young and beautiful is it? Well, do not be surprised because I am not that old. For generations, we’ve had accounts of some oldest witches who have lived up to a thousand years.” “How is that even possible?” Amber asked, curious to know. Hazel pursed her lips as she looked at Amber’s curious eyes before she said to her, “Come, let me tell you a story but before that, let me make you comfortable.”

Nakutsck stopped, and then continued: “We have young students this year, but they’ll definitely achieve a lot in their magic lives. Students with ages of only 9, 10 and 12 ...” But someone made a sign to him, and when Nakutsck saw it, he smiled. “Of course ... I forgot. We have students between the ages of 8, 9 and 700, 800. But even so, they’re the smallest participants so far. Smallest not youngest.”

the lady stretched out her hand for a handshake which she accepted with a smile. "And you need not to be formal with me I'm just 23, I know I look like I'm 30 but much more younger than I look." Hazel got shook by her words she actually thought the lady Is in her early thirties but she's only 23. She's too young. And that's how Hazel made 3 new friends Chase, Lil monkey and the Mommy dinosaur.

I tell her. She tightens. “Well, nothing is exciting about my life story. After years of study, I thought I would go out into the wide world for some fun before settling down. I hope to find a well-paid job when I'm ready and, of course, a handsome husband later on." As she tells me the trite tale, she sips a glass of white wine. “Hmmm, so you're around twenty years old now”, I ask somewhat skeptically. Actually, her face is ageless, which is typical for witches. They stop aging around the age of twenty-five.

She looked straight at him and asked to the point, " What's your age?" Ferris Kingston looked at her calculating her actions and replied, "29," "29! Uh.... I am 19....29 is such a big age...and old...." Hazel said faking a reaction just to annoy him. Ferris Kingston noticed the mischievous glint in her eyes and gritted his teeth.... Once I get my hands on her I shall tame her so good! Jenny Mckenzie let out a nervous chuckle and so did Diana.

Third person's pov :: Harold's age: 16 "Are you the one behind all of this??" Marcel blazed in anger. "Behind what??" Helen smirked in return. There were infront of the seashore, facing each other. The water waves moving up and down, wild and free. They were times when they used to visit this place everyday back then when Harold was a kid. A wave of nostalgia swept over Helen while entering the place. The three of them, a perfect happy family. But now it was shattered, everything was ruined.

Me and Mayari’s eighteenth birthday. Eighteen was the age when witches and wizards entered immortality. Before a witch or wizard turned eighteen, they were as vulnerable as any human. They may die of disease or a serious accident. But even if they become immortal, they will continue to age, until their body reaches its full maturity. And then the aging process will stop. Their body will forever remain in that state. Forever young, never aging. But that's not all, once a witch becomes eighteen, her magic will reach its full potential. And that's what scares me the most.

The way he looks at me— it makes me feel so hot and uncomfortable, it makes my cheeks burn. “But, how old are you, Hazel?” he asks, his voice low and curious. “I, uh… I turned twenty-one last month,” I answer trying to sound calm under his intense gaze. His eyes widens slightly, surprise crossing his face. He must be surprised that we’re the same age, or he's older. “Twenty-one?” He repeats, then shakes his head. “You look seventeen, Hazel,” he tilts his head, “Are you lying to me?”