How Old Is Von Lycaon Novels & Stories

She’s too important to me to screw it up by moving too far, too fast. She was younger than me by several years. Like more than 100. Lycans look younger than they are because they live longer lives than wolves, and our genetics are pretty awesome that way. My aging process slowed to barely a crawl when I turned 24. This meant though, that she didn’t have as much experience as I did, and I want to respect that. For her. Inside though, I wanted her with a fierceness that I can’t explain. There was just something….different about her.

I had to appoint New warriors, get a Beta, a Gamma just to make the pack complete. "Okay, I'll let you get completely ready then," She said as she got out of my room.I quickly finished up my makeup and went out my room to the gate where a lot of carts were waiting for us mateless women. Today was going to determine my fate. This got me really really getting nervous. We entered the cartes and went to the mate ball which is was being held at the Lycan Kingdom for the first time in centuries. I had a lot of rumours about the Lycan king. He had to take over the Kingdom at a very age of fifteen after his glfatger was brutally murdered.

Luca told her and Lilly immediately widened her eyes. She looked at Declan and Luca alternately. These two men, who are tall, big, muscular, and unbelievably gorgeous, didn’t look two hundred years old at all. They were older than her, but Lilly guessed that they weren't that old. The oldest Lilly could guess was that they were in their late twenties. But they say they have been waiting for her for hundreds of years???” Lilly knew that mystical creatures have long lives. Even Alpha Ken admits that he is eighty-six years old. At that age, werewolves, they are young people. Then, what about Lycan?

It was quite worrying that Darcy hadn’t regained control of her body completely—it was absolutely normal after being forced to use her ability at such a young age. Ava knew that, 200 years ago, when Lycans were born into her family, they were only allowed to train their supernatural powers at the age of 16 or 17. Some Lycans learned control over their powers even while young, but no forceful experiments were ever done to them. The entire werewolf realm regarded the Lycans of her house as beings closer to the moon goddess than any other werewolves.

“I have no knowledge of what exactly happened. I can’t reverse the memory he wiped off. Only he can do that, I’m afraid. By him, I mean the vampire you just saw over there.” She heard Loyd assuring him he looked perfectly fine when they first met. She was dying to know something else. “How old is he, actually? You said he is not 150 years old.” Ignis snickered. “He is much older than that. A thousand years is closer to his actual age. He is ancient, older than me.” The declaration quieted the conversation beside her. She felt almost lightheaded. “H—how is that possible? He’s the son of the current vampire monarch. Every vampire knows how old he is.”

Toby ran through how he was going to ask his next question three times in his head before he put it out there, “Do hybrids…age?” Gerella found it funny that Toby looked so nervous to ask about aging. “If you’re asking how old I am, Toby, I’m 45. Hybrids do age, and it differs from one hybrid to the next, but for some reason, our appearance always adopts the slow-aging one of vampires. It’s not an accurate indicator of how long we’ll live though. Some live up to 300 years old like wolves; some up to 500 like lycans; and a handful live up to around 2,000 like our leader, Saxum.”

“Who is Carlos?” “Elias’ best friend. They practically grew up together.” “Don’t you mean ‘you all’ grew up together?” She laughed. “I’m over thirty years younger than them. I was an annoying little kid when they were adults.” Thirty? How old were they? I knew that lycans lived much longer than wolves, but I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She had to be at least a few years older than me, that would make my mate at least fifty, but he didn’t look a day over twenty-five.

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Christian shaking his head and smiling at the ground, so she said, “See, you’re even making your second-in-command uncomfortable by saying those things.” Christian’s head snapped up, “Oh no, my Queen. You misunderstood. I was just wondering why our King didn’t find you sooner. A hundred and seventy eight years was a long wait for the both of us, but more so for my cousin.” Some wolves gasped at the age shared by the Duke and their King. It shouldn’t come as a surprise but it did. Lycans can live up to five hundred years old, the longest living wolf only reached about three hundred years of age. Lycans age slower, much slower. Right now, the cousins onl

Orina said, voice shaking under Liliana’s Lycan authority. “I am Giorge. A warrior from the Hardtooth pack. The blood I shed during the Western Fallout left me unstable. Hence, I went berserk and got thrown here,” Giorge added, his face heavy with self-disappointment. Liliana looked at them steadily. “Do you want to be my followers? Loyalty is all I need. But I won’t let my people waste away. You’ve experienced what I can do firsthand. I can soothe your berserk states, and I am a perfect Lycan. Young I may be, but my path is already laid out with thorns.”