How Old Is Von Lycaon Novels & Stories

Their destinies seemed intertwined in ways they had never fathomed. But amidst the revelations, there was still the pressing matter of the black beast and his pack of lycans. Luna, her voice filled with determination, broke the silence. "While this prophecy is significant, we cannot forget the imminent threat we face," she declared, her eyes glinting with fierce resolve. "We've uncovered information about the beast and his pack. There is not enough information about them but they lived 2000 years ago and were responsible for the great war in which they were defeated"

💞✉💞✉💞✉💞✉💞✉💞✉💞✉ ZANNICUS' POV: I bounced onto the bed and both Nic and the nurse laughed. The nurse left and soon Von entered. "Hello Luna!" "Hey Von!" Von is one of the youngest doctors here in our pack and he was one of thoso who helped me treat the wounded pack members after the second attack. They moved here when he was thirteen with his mom because his father died during an attack and couldn't bear to stay at their old pack. He's very smart. He's just seventeen years old but had a mind of an adult. He's actually a very cute guy.

“I am a Lycan. How many years do you think I am, girl?” Linda studied her closely, biting her lip as her eyes moved over Olinda’s flawless face. Her skin was smooth, unblemished, her dark hair thick and glossy, her movements graceful in a way that felt untouched by time. “Em… maybe sixteen?” Linda guessed hesitantly. “Or fifteen?” Ryan’s head snapped toward her, disbelief flashing across his face. “Linda, she’s clearly older than that—” “Wrong,” Olinda cut in sharply, her tone slicing like a blade through the air. Her smirk didn’t fade. “Well, we Lycans, half Lycans, or even direct descendants… we have one thing you werewolves don’t.”

Kyra was stunned when her arms wrapped around his waist and she hugged him from behind like he was her lover. 'What's happening?' she thought, feeling horrified. To her shock, He didn't push her away. He turned to face her in her embrace. When her gaze finally landed on his face, she gasped. He is handsome, like the most dangerous predator on the planet. His jet black orbs looked darker, his sharp features looked lethal for her sanity. She didn't know men could have this kind of pull over women. He doesn't look old. He looks just a few years older than Dane, but she knows he is older. Lycan's stop aging after they turn 30. And damn if her girl parts didn't clench with need.

“Let me get this straight, Lily,” Clayton commented calmly, an hour after when he arrived at the pack house to meet with her and Liam. “It’s either the wolf less child spoken in the prophecy is going to be sixty-one this year or twenty-one years old, right?” “Yes. According to the elders that I spoke to, the wolf less child has already been born,” Lily answered calmly as she looked down at her notes. “If we used the reference of the prophecy, the last years where there was a full moon on the sixteenth of July was the year of 1941 and 2000. My instinct is making me lean towards the twenty-one-year-old. Because of the few excerpts I got on the second part!”

“You beg at my feet to save you from a sixteen-year-old she-wolf?” The vampire glanced at the Dragon, realizing that he was unaware of the time gap since the massacre of his kind. “She is not sixteen, My Lord... She is twenty-six years old.” “Twenty-six?! Visenya?! Princess Visenya?! She’s sixteen years old!” “No,” the vampire gulped. “She is not a princess anymore. She is now the Lycan Queen, and she has been for the last ten years. She was sixteen when she ascended the throne, when her father slaughtered your kind... when he slaughtered your family.”

Please, your dad - he made me promise I would get a message to you. I don’t stop. I’m tearing through bushes, jumping across logs, weaving through trees. I want to block him out. But I don’t. The Lycaon, they’re on the packlands. They’re calling in more of them. You can’t fight them all!, he links again. The Lycaon, named after an ancient Greek king, a sadistic f*cker who offered his son up willingly to Zeus. Now, the name of an elite group of werewolves made up of assassins, gifted wolves, and ex-military guns for hire.

Her voice rose a little as she glared at him. “Tell me Rohan, is your image more important than your son? You haven't met him for twenty five years and the first thing you did was try to shove a position into his throat! That was not what we talked about.” She yelled at him. According to humans, I would be considered twenty five years of age but in the Lycan world, I was over forty decades old. Lycans years run faster than human's.

But she didn't have the heart to leave a blind, defenseless, and helpless girl out in the wild all on her own. “We would be sentencing her to death if we leave her out here,” she reasoned with him as they began to walk again. Varek was a hard man to convince. With the pain and loss he had felt over the years, he wasn't relenting any time soon. “You…” an old and shriveled voice called out to them, halting them in their tracks. While the others were at the front, an old lady stepped out. “Are not quite the gentleman.” This was Lady Norman, the only pack elder that Varek had rescued. She was quite old, and no one would have believed she survived a rave.

“I will not allow that…” “Relax, Luna.” He replies looking to Ilsa and nodding. “It will not be by force. I have seen that too.” Ilsa says. “Your firstborn is destined to be mated with Juan’s daughter by will of the Moon Goddess.” “But my daughter is already twelve.” Juan says. Ilsa smiles. “Not Sophie.” She says. “Your mate will bear you more pups this year. It is of this litter that the Lycan King’s mate will be born.”