How Old Is Von Lycaon Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

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.

Raina nodded, “Yeah, right, she didn’t say anything bad to me Luke, you don’t have to worry about anything.” Luke looked at Raina and after observing her, he was finally relieved, Hayley then looked at Madeline who was looking at her, she hid behind Luke’s leg and was staring at her, she looked a little bit scared of Hayley. Hayley stared at her and asked. “what’s her age?” “She is five, the same age as Vanya,” Luke said. Hayley spoke, “Vanya is my daughter.” She said to Raina, “And she is five as well, you should bring Madeline to my house sometimes, I am sure Vanya will be happy to meet her.”

I repeated, stunned. Sasha chuckled at my expression. “Is that hard to believe? Lycans generally live for over three hundred years, and those who live longer can reach up to five hundred. We don’t start aging until we’re about two hundred and fifty. Before that, we stay looking like we’re in our twenties or thirties.” I had no idea about the Lycans’ longevity before this. As werewolves, we live a bit longer than humans, but even the oldest of us only reach around a hundred and fifty years. Three hundred years was twice that.