How Old Is Oliver In Invincible Novels & Stories

I asked “Oliver, the kid?” He repeated and I sighed. “The five hundred year old vampire?” The one who was old enough to be his ancestor. “yeah, whatever. He's a chill guy” he said and I sighed. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought because there was no way in hell I was letting him leave the house alone or with “Olly”. Oliver was nice but he wasn't strong enough to protect Christopher. I needed someone at least more than a century old.

Oliver “Alright, everyone, we have a special visitor today,” Narissa claps her hands together, capturing everyone's attention. “I want you all on your best behaviour, and maybe you can learn something from our guest. I stand at the side of the old arena, waiting for my announcement. There are men and women of all ages, as young as 16 and as old as 50, if not older.

So he obeyed. The first time Oliver threw him into a fight, Jake was seven. Small, underfed, shaking. His opponent was older—twelve, bigger, meaner. A boy who had already learned that pain was just a lesson waiting to be beaten into someone else. Oliver stood at the edge of the ring, arms crossed, voice cold. “Win or you'll eat grass tonight.” However, his frail and twig-like body didn't stand a chance. The older boy knocked him to the ground in seconds. Punched him until his vision blurred, kicked him until he coughed blood. The concrete was cold beneath his cheek, his body broken and shaking. Oliver didn’t stop the fight. He didn’t pull Jake up. He just watched.

(Flashback Olivia 17 years old) “Mom, dad I understand we are the strongest packs but we could always learn more. Please it is only 4 weeks during the summer. I will go learn some new fighting techniques and pack running skills and come back and share them so that we can continue to evolve and be the strongest. Pleeeease let me do this.” I pleaded with my parents. “Olivia you’re only 17 years old. I can’t send you alone and your brother is too young to go and Bradley is going to go stay with his grandparents.”

I don't mind it. "Hey munchkin, What's up?" "I have something for you and Olly" Her four-year-old personality is a downpour of sass with a pinch of attitude and a handful of love. Everyone who meets her meets this amazing little girl and I can't believe how big she is growing already. Oliver and I are 14 years older than her. When my mom fell pregnant, it was madness. We stayed well clear of the house and spent much-needed time with our friends. Much. Needed. Time.

A quiet giveaway sat in how he held himself, trained muscle beneath ease. “Oliver,” he said briefly as I approached. “From now on, I will accompany you, today and every day after. Wherever you go.” I studied Oliver. He looked to be my age, maybe twenty-two, but his eyes had a sharpness only possessed by those trained in combat. “Wherever? Are you my bodyguard or my prison guard?” I asked sarcastically. “I was instructed to make sure you get to the office and return here safely, Miss,” he replied emotionlessly. “Let's go. We'll miss the bus.”

I was their only child, Olivia Rayman the apple of their eyes, I could say I was born with a silver spoon, I had everything I wanted and life was like a bed of roses. Our pack was peaceful and running smoothly, until that one night, the night that changed it all the night that will forever be seared in my memory. I was ten years old hiding behind the large table situated in our grand dining hall. I held onto my mother's necklace a charm she said was going to protect me. The scent of blood and death was thick in the air colliding with the scream and cries of my pack members. The invaders had taken us unaware, led by the ruthless and brutal Alpha in existence Alpha Jethro of the Firestorm pack

he complains. “I didn’t see this side of you before. That’s what I am saying. We’ve been together for a long time, Ollie.” “It’s a bad thing, isn’t it?” “No, I’m actually enjoying it.” I laugh. Oliver has always been stable and sensible, but right now, he’s ruffled. “You and Daphne are clearly opposites. Give her time. She’s still very young.” “Fuck that. Daphne is already twenty-three. Not young enough,” he points out. “Okay, maybe because she’s young. I’m a decade older than her. I feel like babysitting a child.”