How Old Was Jasper When He Became A Vampire Novels & Stories

"But victory came with a cost. Kaine's warriors, the ones who killed the vampire elders, they drank vampire blood during the battles." Lucian's stomach drops. "Why?" "Desperation. Vampire blood grants temporary strength. Makes wounds heal faster. Some wolves thought it would make them unstoppable." Jasper pours yet another drink. His hands shake slightly. "They were right. And wrong." "What happened to them?" "The blood changed them. Corrupted them. Most went mad within months. Had to be executed before they turned on their own packs." Jasper stares into his glass. "But a few survived. Learned to control the hunger. And they passed it down."

He said while kissing my neck. "Thanks for helping me." "It was really awesome what you did for her. What made you lean towards her more?" He asked while tracing circles on my arm. I turned around making him face my back. "I was her a few months ago. I wasn't supposed to be a vampire now. I was going to be one at the age of 20. They gave me only a month to live. Dad lost it and turned me into one." I cried. This part of me always makes me sad.

Jasper continued to narrate the story. "Everything went fine, but then at the age of seventeen, I got my first consignment of the underworld. I took it and smoothly handled it, even better than Lucian and I think that infuriated him. He started to behave very rudely with me, tried to take me down and so many things," he looked at her.

I wouldn't let that happen now. My whole body morphed into my vampire self. My eyes turned into a bright glowing red colour. My canines sharpened and my nails grew longer. I whipped my head towards Maya one last time to make sure she was safe before bolting down with the sole purpose to attack that damn creature. The wind rushed through me, my feet dug on the dirt as I was skillfully making my way through the thick trees. His pestering odour grew stronger and stronger meaning I was getting closer.

“So why is he pretending to be older if you are?” “Because after his eighteenth birthday, when he takes on those characteristics of an eighteen-year-old, he can either turn his aging off, keep it the same, slow it down, or speed it up.” “So, he can just stay eighteen forever.” “Pretty much, but with vampires, we age super slow and can’t control our aging until we’re physically twenty-one.” I nodded. “Makes sense.” I took a deep breath. “So, how old is Mason technically?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I’m not telling you.”

Lenny nodded, trying to do what he could for Walker, “It’s the vamps way of transitioning or coming of age—he might be in a vulnerable place right now. Most vamps come full circle at 19.” “Fuck, like puberty?” “No, more like powers and talents,” Lenny said, “And it does hurt—some say it breaks bones, weakens the system until they’re fully awake.” “They just get more and more strange,” Evans smiled down at Walker, “Come on, man, don’t die on us now.” “Send trackers to get,-” Metgar was about to send his team when he heard the sound of another buggy, “Well, I’ll be damned!” They watched Jenny and Roxie come barreling towards them with Roxie jumping out of the buggy and rushing to Walker’s aid.

the pet master responded, looking very pleased with himself, "It was quite entertaining really. Shut her up nice and quick." The man's brow furrowed, but only for a second. "Age?" he asked. My eyes widened in surprise. He was actually considering buying me. "Seventeen." "Who was her breeder?" he followed up. Breeders. The vampires who took in the slaves and pets that couldn't perform their duties. The ones that forced them to conceive a few children before taking the child and killing the parents for their blood. The whole process made me want to curl up in a ball and cry.

People sometimes wondered why I am always close and caring towards Gregory, well after the war against the vampires and the werewolves that lasted for decades, Gregory lost his parents in the battle when he was only 15 years of age. My mother found him and took him in after the war which the werewolves lost to the vampires. Since then we've been close and do everything together as brothers should, though he was older than me with an age gap of 5 years he never ceased to show gratitude to my mother for taking him in when he had nowhere to go…

Suddenly, he didn’t look all rich and elegant anymore—just hungry, piqued, with eyes that promised a lot of hell if she tried such a thing. “Oh baby, wouldn’t you like to try...” “Dimitri.” Via had forgotten about the other vampire in the room. The brunette eyed his companion in displeasure. “We are not supposed to speak with the humans...” He spat the word “humans” like it was something vile and disgusting. “Oh, but this one isn’t fully human. Don’t you think, Jasper?” “Who cares? Bring her. I’ll come back for the other one after,” Jasper scoffed.

The pack didn't ring a bell to me at all. ‘Maybe he didn't belong to my timeline.’ I concluded in my head. “Werewolves now suck blood now?” I asked confused, now sure that he didn't belong to my timeline. I also discovered I was nothing but a blood slave, my face winced in disgust. “Well, that would make a lot of sense with all chubby flesh I had. How much blood do I even have?” I said sarcastically, relishing the fact that I was the lowest of the low.