Invincible Age Novels & Stories

Griffin teased. "I am beyond such worldly behavior. I never speak carelessly," Dunley declared. Griffin thought Dunley was just being stubborn, but when he saw how serious Dunley looked, it didn't seem like Dunley was just making an empty statement. So, he asked, "The Marquis is already so strong. If he can't be considered invincible, then who can?" "In the last 50 years, only one person was ever worthy of being considered invincible—the Lord of Carnage, Mason York, who was at his prime over two decades ago," Dunley declared. "Now he was truly invincible."

I pushed my magic out and directed all of it to the wound and watched with amazement as every joint, tendon, ligament, and muscle slowly regenerated until the skin on my arm showed no signs of a wound ever having been there. "See, all gone." Ava joined us in the yard and took the chair next to Jax. Jax seemed to appreciate her company. I watched the two of them converse. It was so weird. I knew Jax was fifteen hundred years old and Ava was sixty-three. Granted she looked very good for a sixty-three year old woman, but physically she still looked older than Jax because his body was frozen, never growing since he was turned. He was turned when he was thirty-two.

I asked. "Sorry... I have no information about your father. I was so distraught upon learning of your death that I wasn't able to visit Nirvana," he responded. "Hmm... Does that mean I became an adult instantly after awakening and was way older than everyone?" I asked. "Immortals don't age after awakening; though you are not entirely wrong, you are literally older than any mortals alive today," he answered. I was petrified to learn my actual age. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Technically, I am older than all the elders in this world.

"What a grim thing to put in display." “Wait.” Kat raised an eyebrow, a sudden thought popping in her mind. "You're a hundred forty-five, right? That means you were already around when all of this shit was at its peak." His cheeks went pink. "Well, I was young when these things happened. A child, basically. And I was not even allowed out of our house until I was fifty." "Damn." She let out a long whistle. "I keep forgetting you're old." "I am not old," he said defensively. "I age five times as slow as you. The years before the fifth do not affect our physique. I am a hundred forty-five, but basically twenty-nine."

“Justin, I’m just your uncle, but I have treated you well for all these years. Given our years of affection, you should… make way for me!” Right then, a cool light slashed through the air as Vance made an attempt to stab Justin’s heart with a razor-sharp dagger! “I won’t allow anyone to stop me! I’m unstoppable!” Vance bellowed. Obviously, this man had gone insane. Justin seized the handle and backhanded the dagger, but scarlet blood had begun to flow along the blade. Even though he was aware of his uncle’s long-standing evil intentions, he didn’t anticipate them to be carried out.

Tonight, she allows herself to rest. To be proud. To acknowledge that she's extraordinary, not despite her age and trauma. But because she faces both and keeps fighting anyway. Alpha Hope Silverclaw. Fifteen years old. And absolutely unstoppable.

“I love you, too, old man.” “Less of the old,” He laughs. It’s a running joke with my brothers, how our father doesn’t look a day over twenty-five. He never will, and the same goes for Mum. Once a Royal Alpha reaches twenty-five, they stop ageing. The gift passes onto their mates and children, which means Gianna will never age; forever will she be a beauty. Other wolf shifters stop ageing around forty to forty-five. Royal’s, such as my aunts and uncles, will live very long lives. But my parents, siblings, partners, and myself, are immortal because we’re part vampire, thanks to Mum.