How Old Is Von Lycaon Novels & Stories

He chuckled dryly. "How old have you been?" I asked. "Isn't that a rude question?" He looked at me with an eyebrow raised. I stuttered but he laughed and waved it off, saying, "I was created just a little bit after the death of Julius Ceasar, ancient Rome." I gasped. "You've been alive since then?" "You make it sound awful," he said, smiling. "That was around the same time that the first werewolves showed up too. Lycans did not show up until much much later."

“The legendary lycan Alpha, Kennis Blackwell, is coming to our territory. He’s seeking a young woman between the ages of 20 and 24 to become his Luna.” Gasps rippled through the crowd, and I felt the flicker of dread take root in my chest. Kennis Blackwell, his name alone, stirred dark thoughts and fear in every soul present. An ancient beast who had survived centuries, he was infamous for his ruthless nature and refusal to take another mate after losing his. Why, then, was he interested in a Luna now?

he said softly, “some monsters wear their beauty too well.” For a heartbeat neither of us moved. The air felt too thick, the fire too loud. His gaze found mine and didn’t let go, steady and impossibly old. My breath hitched before I could hide it. Lord Dylen was kind of old,but he's not as old as father described the age of the Lycan. I wondered what this Lycan looked like. While my mind wondered about the Lycan,my eyes wondered around Lord Dylen’s well sculptured face. I cursed myself and he smirked slightly.

Character Profile: Elena 1. Basic Information Full Vampire Name: Elena Vance (originally born Elena Vance in 1956) Apparent Age: 20 years old True Age: 70 years old (turned in 1976 at age 20) Current Role: Sophomore Art History & Literature student at St. Jude University Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (highly fluid, drawn to the soul and beauty of a person, though Maya is her first "love at first sight" obsession)

Today Nora was on holiday because of a few guests coming into her home. She recalled yesterday's conversation with Nora and couldn't help but gulp her saliva. The dark walker, Lyceon, was an original from the Royal Lycan blood. She was taught in her school classes about Lycans, the most powerful creatures, more powerful and muscular than werewolves and vampires and other creatures. They are like Kings of the Alpha kings and superior to all. They thought lycans had already vanished from the earth but until a decade ago When His brutality and notorious presence was spotted by few werewolves in the bloodbath around the world.

“How old do you guys get?” “You mean how old do we get?” He corrected her, as realization came over her that she too will age like him. “The oldest known werewolf is 250. But there have been others who have lived longer. Vampires live even longer as do the fae, but warlocks and witches have similar life span as wolves.” Aiden stopped when he saw Alys’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “You didn’t expect us to be the only thing that goes bump in the night.” He winked at her and put his finger under her chin to snap it back up.

Ryan asked, trying to keep up a defiant face but I could see that he was going weak. Interesting!!! "Hmmm, why do you have so many prisoners?." The man questioned again, staring at the vastness of the dungeon. "You haven't answered my god damned question!!." Ryan scowled and the man looked at him for a few seconds before heaving a sigh. " That should tell you that they are nonsensical and irrelevant questions that aren't worthy of an answer but nonetheless if you want to know... I'll tell you. I'm Lycan King Kye Blackwood, leader of the lycanthropy. " He said and a gasp escaped Ryan's lips while I just giggled in ecstasy.

Yet, he found himself at a loss, for none among the humans and lycans he was destined to encounter caught his eye. In his assessment of the situation they were all lacking in strength and fortitude. At the ripe old age of one hundred and twenty-five, he had lost track of the countless occasions he had attended that tedious gathering. A lycan in Nero's day would be around the age of thirty or so in today's society. He was keenly aware of the rumors that were circulating from various sources. Certain claims held veracity, while others lacked it. His city was all that mattered to him, and he didn't mind.

Atalante told her. Ariana tried to sort out the numbers in her head. If she really understood correctly, Atalante was over two hundred years old, but even Marcus’s grandfather didn’t live that long. No Lycan she had ever heard of lived more than a hundred and fifty years. And the last Lycan she knew that lived this long died over tens, maybe hundreds of years ago. “You’re old.” The words escaped Ariana without thinking. She immediately bowed and apologized, but it didn’t go well with Atalante. Atalante laughed.