Hunter Age Novels & Stories

The violence in Elail was a large driving factor behind the modification of the regulations. So, thus, The Hunt was born. It was aptly named as every alpha over the age of 18 without a mate was invited to participate each June in a Hunt to find their omega mate. Omegas were not given a choice, if they were not mated and were over the age of 18 they were required to present themselves as an eligible mate to the council each June and in turn, participate in the Hunt until they were 'caught'. Most omegas only participated in one Hunt, but some went two or three years before finding their mate. A few very unlucky omegas went as many as six years before a mate was negotiated for them, a man not f

Hunter scoffed at him. “Just stop asking things, grandpa…” He replied – didn’t want to share anything to them. But Hector, his stubborn as a mule brother, just wouldn’t shut up. “Of course, grandpa… They even kiss everytime they got a chance.” He revealed – as he laughed his *ss out loud. “What the f*cking… You shut the heck up, Hector!” Hunter warned him, embarrassed – as his face already in bright red. Elder Howard and Hector just laughed at him – and all that he could do is to walk out of there. If not, he would simply die in embarrassment.

“You have too many dogs at your command. Zack had a fit of snorting as Marcus went red. “You don’t know. Helene said to Marcus that it’s ok, your boss is safe. I don’t care about your money or your petty fights for the city. I have lived too long for power. “How long is that?” Marcus pressed. “Marcus, shut up!” Zack snapped. Helene said, as she patted Zack’s cheek, “Age is what you make of it. I am a hundred and seventy years old, boy. I have lived what is equivalent to five of your lifetimes. Your fangs don't impress me. You can either trust in me or you can try to kill me, but I don’t play into that title game.

The silver-haired man looked like he was in his late forties, perhaps fifty years old at most. He had sun-warmed skin that contrasted with his pale blond, nearly silver hair. He looked like an outdoorsman in his denim jacket and worn gray jeans. “That’s Wendell Carson to you, my boy. Grandfather was an old life,” the silver-haired man replied with a half-smile. Hunter didn’t say a word. He did not know what to say. He only knew that he had said something he wasn’t supposed to say.

“You still look so young, though. I’ve heard that Vampires don’t age. Is that true for Guardians and Hunters, too?” “Not quite,” Janette began. “It’s true some Vampires don’t age. There are some that look the same age they were when they were created until they are destroyed. The original Vampires were in their mid-twenties, and though none of them have lasted these tens of thousands of years, they never looked a day older than the day they were created. Other Vampires, do age. We aren’t sure why. Hunters age, just not as quickly as humans. They age just like a regular person until they are Transformed. Once they go through the Transformation process, they age much more slowly, but eventuall

“Am I older than you? I am nineteen. ” “I don’t think so. I’m 1,017 years old,” said Josh. “What?” Hugo asked in shock. “Then how old is Tyler?” “Ah, before Jesus was born, he was an angel. Just think how old he is.” Josh said with a laugh. “But in fairness to him, Kyra was the first woman he liked since I met him.” “Are you serious?” Hugo asked. ‘Damn, I was so lucky, and I became a member of the hunters.’

While this gave him extra strength, it also made his fighting style impulsive and a little sloppy. I was brainstorming where to hide Richard so I could help Dad protect Sofia when the hunter who killed my mother came over to join his friends. “ They have an older daughter as well. I managed to kill this traitors werewolf bitch but the kid escaped with her baby brother. The kid even managed to kill Jordan. I suspect she also killed everyone else as Hank was dead on the ground and Jake is missing!,” the hunter yelled at his comrades.

Up till now, that day to day attitude was what I'd applied to my relationship with Anthony. How would it work for us? Sure I was immortal too, maybe I was more fragile than he was, but I still had the potential to live forever. Hunters grew at a human speed for most of their childhood, then usually around eighteen and twenty-one the aging process slows down drastically and takes about ten years for a hunter to age one year. Hunters choose an age to stop aging and then we drink some of the poison we use for vamps. Instead of killing us, it halts the aging process, so if I wanted to I could look like I was sixteen forever. Despite all of this, could I lie to the entire hunting community for th

He chuckled. “I’m serious.” The way he spoke down to me made me feel like a little girl so I decided to behave like one and openly pouted. He looked at me thoughtfully before replying, “Handlers have been known to live as long as three thousand years. I’ve never met one that old, though.” “What is the age of the oldest one you’ve met?” I asked. “One thousand years, my dear,” he replied in that condescending way of his. I felt dizzy. How could I live such a long life and watch the people I loved die off?