How Old Is Von Lycaon Novels & Stories

He shuddered and sat back, staring out the window again. “What if you never had to die?” “Everyone dies.” He turned to look at Rowan. The man didn’t laugh, had no scorn or dishonesty on his face. He was deadly serious. “I am more than three thousand years old. My wife, Lydia -- she is two and a half thousand years old.” He didn’t distrust the man – Declan knew he was a powerful creature, and definitely not human. “What are you?” “A vampire,” Rowan answered without hesitation.

*LYCIA* “Mate.” That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself. He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.

The term Neonate, representing the vampire age of fifty or less years. Ancillae are strong vampires and belong in the age category of fifty years to three hundred years. Elder!!! Elder could be family elders or clan elders, or maybe the one from the council members, they have lived more than three hundred years or more. And at last, Antediluvian Elder, they belong to the second generation over thousands of years. However, a vampire's life span was upto five hundred years. Adrianna was shocked when she read the information and wondered how old Alaric would be? Would it be safe for her to ask him? She shook her head and read the book again.

And as the shadows lengthened and the howls faded into the night, a single question lingered in his mind—what ancient power awaited him, bound in the legacy of his grandfather, Leonardo? As the ground settled beneath them, a deep rumble of understanding resonated within Tricc. Leonardo, the ancient patriarch of their lineage, had lived over six centuries, his wisdom and strength enduring through the ages. Despite the weight of years etched upon him, the Lycan king remained a formidable presence, his authority unyielding even in old age.

The Lycan elders looked really old. Their appearance shows how time really flows with them. They are full of wrinkles and gray hairs. Some have bent backs, and some hold to their sticks. It's sad that Lycan's lifespan is quite short compared to ours. They have too many natural enemies to live to see old age. I place the average lifespan at about 150 years. At 85, in the best case, their health starts to drop like hell, usually due to the rapid cell regeneration turning cancerous at some point. It depends on whether they've had all their shots.

There was harmony in the land for a while until strange patterns developed, and the irregularities led to questions being asked. Lycan young began to go missing. Lycans, unlike wolves, could withstand the vampire venom if bitten before the age of six, as that was the time their Lycans matured. Werewolves got their wolves at eighteen, but it wasn’t the same for Lycans. Lycans were born with their Lycans, but they began to mature and started being active at the age of six. So if a Lycan baby was bitten by a vampire before then, they stood a chance at survival, and if they survived, they became hybrids like me.

"It's more likely. Rarely one has been born outside the red moon or from an Omega. I'm one example of that." "But you're both Vampire and Lycan." "True, but still a Lycan. I could knot and have Lycan heirs. It's unlikely though." "Have you ever knotted?" "I don't have a mate." "Really? You seem old." He chuckled. "I'm not that old." "How old Bolton?" "Thirty two." "Really? Ew, that means some creepy perv has been flirting with me." "Hey, that's unfair. You're legal anyways."

“Veronica is everything a Luna should be, elegant, adored, untouchable.” My chest tightened. So even though the King hadn’t found his true mate, he wasn’t alone. He already had someone. Agatha spoke again, quieter this time. “Our lives are long, my lady. Wolves live longer than humans, and we age slower. Some of us live centuries. And Lycans…” she hesitated, then added, “They say the King is over three hundred years old. If that’s true, then Lycans age slower still.” Three hundred. My pulse quickened.

I didn't know which part of the king's words were funny that made Noah grin, but I somehow could sense that his expression didn't mean he enjoyed seeing the king. "Nineteen years is enough for me to grieve. How have you been, brother? I see that you've found yourself a Luna. It must be nice sitting on the throne with her, right?" Nineen years. It had been nineteen years, which meant this beast was older than me. I had once heard about Lycan's age. It was claimed that they started aging slowly when they reached a certain age. So, when we found a Lycan with a strand of grey hairs, we could conclude they were almost a century old.

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "