How Old Is Sir Nighteye Novels & Stories

MANDY YU POV:) "What does Mr. Sy's youngest child look like?" "Maybe, the handsome one like Sir Johnser? Kyaaahh! I hope so!" "He's still young. When I read the article, he was only 22. We're three years older than him." "Too bad! It's okay. If it's handsome, I'll re-rape it. Hahaha!"

Damontry smiled softly and looked at her shoes dreamily. "Nineteen years". The sound of spoons colliding with dishes rang out around her, and she looked up at them, all staring at her with wide eyes. " No way !". "You are younger than Sivana!" Jung admired his rigid tone and Damontry just ignored him and nodded thinking that she lived really long and for a vampire that's usual. Surprised, Sivana entered into a fit of laughter. "Oh my God Damontry, we bet you're probably twenty seven based on your serious manner and dry way of talking."

At that moment of fleshliness, Astrid turns to face Blaze, her inquisitive gaze locking onto his, "There's something that's been lingering in my thoughts. You mentioned meeting your best friend in 1922. Does that mean you're over a hundred years old?" Blaze met her gaze with an air of aloofness, "Yeah, to be exact, I'm one hundred and twenty-one years old." He informs her, understanding that she would likely doubt his words, and convincing her might be an uphill battle he was not ready to embark on.

He noticed the time and his eyes widened a little. “Oh, shit.” He muttered and Lily raised her brows. “What is it? What's wrong?” She asked and he looked up at her. “It's past 8:00 pm already.” He replied and Lily gasped. “What?” She asked and hurriedly stood up, Leo did too. “Calm down, Lily. It's not that late.” Leo said, trying to calm her down but she didn't listen. She kept thinking about how mad Axel would be at her at the same time, she kept hoping he wasn't around yet.

“There's no need to bother yourself sir, I will be fine.” He let out another cackle. He seemed to find me funny, or maybe he just found me pathetic, wondering what a measly little human girl was doing out here alone in the woods. “Sir?” He mocked as he slipped back into the shadows and released a hearty villainous laugh. “I'm maybe the same age as you, darling,” he said, moving his face full into the light. I could see him clearly. Young and handsome. His chiselled face painted him out to be no older than seventeen or eighteen.

I asked and he lowered his gaze, unable to look at my eyes. “I don't know why he's in the pack, Alpha. It seems he wants to tell you something,” he said and I scoffed. “What could he want to tell me that he can't deliver through a letter?” Sir George is known as one of the most powerful and formidable night walkers, vampires. He has lived for more than five hundred centuries yet he looks handsome and young. Although the werewolves despised him, they couldn't take any action against him because he always made sure to stay away from our business.

Lord Nireus glanced at her, "Check out the woman beside him; he’s actually over two hundred years older than her." Issa turned her gaze to the lady next to Aktis. She appeared to be around thirty, tall, and dressed in a short knight's coat without a shield. She was incredibly beautiful. "She looks young too." "Oh come on, Issa. Two hundred and four hundred years is not young." Lord Nireus chuckled, and Issa shot him a fierce look. "What about the guy in all red?" "That’s Pytheas! He’s also part of the Rogue Vampire Council."

I mumbled shaking my head. "Don't you want to ask questions, so we could get to know each other a bit." He continued. I looked at him before nodding my head. "Uhm how old are you?" I asked, I still need to know why dad calls him Sir. "I'm 31." He said. "I'm 21," I whispered looking down at my lap. I guess he's just really an important man because Father is way older than him. "What businesses do you do?" I asked softly.

His name is Drev. Forty three years old. Medium height. The kind of forgettable face that is either natural or cultivated and in his case I am willing to bet it is cultivated because forgettable faces in Noctyros's circle are never accidental. He has been on the building's maintenance rotation for eight months, which means he was placed here two months before Thalrion found me, which means Noctyros was already positioning pieces before he knew exactly what floor I would land on.

she tells Polina. “As you say, My Lady,” Polina nods and Roseanne heads towards Syron. “Syron!” Roseanne exclaims. “How are you doing? Is your injury okay?” She had gone to visit the young soldier a few days ago but he was discharged from the medical wing and had joined active duty. The young boy looks shardly fifteen even though he is around a hundred and fifty years old. Iriana says that he is actually quite young by vampire standards because at 150 years a vampire is considered to be a teenager. Moreover, since he was turned into a vampire at a young age, he still holds a lot of naive optimism. Like all vampires, his eyes have reverted back to red but at night, his eyes are jade black.