Novel & Cerita How Old Is Sir Nighteye

“Sir… isn’t that risky? What if I lose my life? I’m still young, not old enough for something like that…” He tilted his head, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Huh? And what does that mean?” “Sir, I’m just 19,” I admitted, biting my lip. He scoffed, stepping back with a chuckle that didn’t reach his eyes. “19? Who the fuck even employs an underage in my company? Why do you look older? I thought you were like 24 or something.” “No… not at all, sir.”

Serenity's POV This is my story of how I go from being an abused nobody in my pack, unloved by all, to finding my true self and having a new purpose in life. My name is Serenity Sage Nightshade. I am nearly 18 years old and the oldest child of Alpha Lucan Nightshade and Luna Rhea Nightshade of the Deadly Nightshade pack. I have a twin brother named Statham Steele Nightshade. He is 20 minutes younger than I am, and this is the cause of one of the main reasons I am hated so much by my family.

I hold steady, curling my fingers into my fist. “Don’t think you’ve gone unnoticed, my darling. Mr. King hasn’t taken interest in a human in well over a hundred years. What makes you so special?” He brings his hand to my neck, fingers dancing over my jugular vein. My heart skips a beat, but I swallow my fear. I’m well aware this vampire is old. I can feel his age in the energy that’s coming off him. Seven hundred? Seven-fifty, if I’m being generous. Barely half the age of my beloved.

Both of them stood there like statues—rigid, alert. Then Sir Lancly approached. His smile was too relaxed. His gaze, too focused. “Beautiful flock this year,” he said, eyes dragging over me with an unnerving slowness. He couldn’t have been more than his mid-twenties, but something about him felt old. Not in age—in essence. Ancient. As though he’d seen centuries pass and learned nothing kind. “She’s taken, Lancly,” Dimitri said with a faint smile, glancing back at me.

"Ronan? It's bloody midnight. This better be important." "It is. I need your expertise on something urgent." I heard rustling, then the click of a lamp. "Alright, you have my attention. What's going on?" "There's a new student at Blackstone University. Name is Lucien Nightshade. Twenty-something appearance, pale skin, violet eyes, moves with inhuman speed and grace. No records of existing before three months ago." Silence. Then: "Did you say Nightshade?" "Yes. Does that mean something?"