How Old Is Von Lycaon Novels & Stories

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.

/ I ask Baron, and he nods. /“It’s a scent and aura similar to mine and probably older than I am,”/ he replies, frowning, and a shiver shoots up his spine as his fur bristles. Baron is one of the oldest Lycan beasts out there, even older than the beast my father had. He’s seen and experienced things that no other beast has before and is only a few millennia younger than Kai’s beast, Loki. “We’ll deal with this in the morning,” I sigh and head toward the bathroom.

“The war between the five kings. I’m nearly four-hundred-years-old. I am not a Lycan. I’m not immortal like them. Four-hundred-years, Miss Quinn, and all I’d ever known was war.” My head spun. Lycans were immortal? What did that mean for me? Would Troy watch me grow old and die? ‘Selfish, Quinn!’ An unknown voice snapped in my head. ‘You are being so selfish. This has nothing to do with you.’ I looked at the older woman. “How many years do you think you have left?” I asked. What kind of fucking question was that? Why did I ask it? “Fifty. Sixty. If the war doesn’t find me. It’s a miracle I lived all these years, but it’s only because of Master Troy’s protection. Most don’t see old-age anymor

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.