How Old Is Tsubaki Soul Eater Novels & Stories

"You must be Alec." Alec glanced over the warlock next to him. He looked around eighteen, but Alec could only guess at his true age. "And you are?" "Min." The name didn't sound familiar. "Have you known Sebestian long?" That was usually an effective way of guessing about how old someone was in their world. Min seemed to know what he was getting at. "I met Sebestian four years. I was only twenty at the time, and I basically idolized him. I'm a little embarrassed remembering it actually. I was so nervous all I could do was stumble over all my words."

Age is just a number anyway. “You are 8 years apart.” Aunt Rose says, making Theo gape. “You are not of age? How are you not of.. But you seem so.. But the bond..” “I’m 28, dimwit.” Tara dryly replies to her panicked man, who immediately calms down. “I should have guessed that. Fuck I panicked. Sorry.. Why would that bother anyone?” He asks, his eyes locking with Rose’s, who squirms uncomfortably.

“Alright, fine. Tell me before I assume you’re secretly a centuries-old vampire.” She leaned in, eyes glinting with mischief. “I’m twenty.” My mouth fell open. “No way.” “Way,” she said proudly, flipping her damp hair over one shoulder. “But… you act like you’ve lived five lives,” I said, genuinely surprised. “You talk with so much wisdom. I would’ve sworn you were older.” She chuckled and laid back against the headboard. “I get that a lot. The healer says I was born with an old soul.”

"You're very pretty to look at. I'm not even going to try to lie and say otherwise." His lips curl higher. "Even though I'm older than you?" "Are you that much older, though?" I don't see any wrinkles on his face, and Tobias doesn't look much older. "I'm sure you know I'm eighteen already. You read my files." "I did," he picks up a bottle and fills it with something. It's not alcohol. It looks like sparkling water. "And I'm thirty-one," his eyes briefly meet mine, gauging my reaction. When I make no face of surprise, he continues talking. "Does my age bother you?"

Not yet in any case. “Hey, Sis. Did you get much studying done at Dylan’s or are you two back on again?” Taylor is younger than me, she’s fifteen so five years age difference but she’s a fifteen-year-old, going on thirty in my opinion. She’s had a lot to endure just like me, it’s hard when your mother is an alcoholic.

I said coldly, “I’m not in the fucking mood.” Elara, the taller of the two, raised her hands quickly. “Calm down, Luna—” “I’m not your Luna,” I snapped automatically. She gave a small, calm smile. “Not yet, eventually. But we didn’t come to fight.” Tessa, standing just slightly behind her, looked like she wanted to disappear into the wall. She was so young—barely eighteen, maybe nineteen at most—with soft brown hair and wide nervous eyes which is unlike a Lycan's. “W-We just want to talk,” she stammered softly.

He made air quotes with his fingers over my phrase. "Nothing I just...I mean you look twenty four. Maybe twenty three but twenty four seems reasonable." He had a cheeky grin on his face "Okay then. How old are you?" "Hmm," I stalled "I'm not telling you." Sebastian looked peeved "No fair! I told you how old I am. Why are you like, twenty nine? Thirty." I gasped "Not even close, I'm a year younger than you!" "There we go. So you're twenty three?"

Taking a sip of my drink, I think for a moment. “Yesterday was my birthday.” He tilts his head and smiles. “And how old are you, sweetness?” I imitate his stance and reply. “I’m eighteen.” Azazel pulls back, surprised by my admission. “You are younger than I thought.” Smiling, I pat his hand and mutter. “Don’t worry, Azazel, it was perfectly legal for you to kiss me. Besides, I doubt you’re much older than I am.” Bemused, Azazel releases a relieved breath and places his hand around my waist. “That is some bloody good news. It would pain me greatly to find that I’d kiss an underaged girl. However, I don’t think that’s what has you so sad.”

Livie You could say that Alarick is an old soul. He's too mature for his age and too smart for his own good. But by the end of the day, we are still just young eighteen years old, and that makes us still teens. Hormonal teens, to be precise. Because yes, he soon will be nineteen, just days before his birthday, but he is still a teen.

"Talia thinks I'm hot." Talia makes a weird noise in her throat and then picks up a pillow, throwing it right at me. "Don't tease me!" I let it hit my face before I grab it, laughing behind it. "Sorry, I won't tease you again." I totally will, but for now, I will deny this. "I doubt it," Talia sighs and takes a seat. "How old are you? Heck, are demon years even the same as human ones?" "I don't know," I shrug. "I'm twenty-five. You?"