Komi Can't Communicate Age Novels & Stories

"You sound like an adult but you're just a little wolf cub. What do you know about communication?" "I might be a little wolf cub but I'm a Mystic wolf. My intelligence is higher than most normal wolves." "I can tell." "Just go to Akira and talk. I'm sure he'll understand." I sighed. What if my search is futile? I'm not even sure the person I'm going out to search for is alive or will even recognize me. "He said he would be back soon but it's been five minutes and he's not even back." "You whine too much. Who knows if he's busy with something? Don't be such a whiner."

I rested my arm over her shoulder and looked back down at the people in here hoping to see a familiar face but I couldn't, so I decided to talk, "Umh.. okay.. so this is really awkward.. hey guys are are you?" They went all crazy again. I smiled and looked at the girl next to me who seemed like she was overwhelmed by all this. I kissed her forehead while my eyes were still searching through the crown for Taylor, "how old are you?" She laughed, "I'm 20... and how come you don't know my age yet you are my guest speaker Thandy?" I smiled, "so okay.. I have a confession... I'm over here but I don't even know the birthday girl.."

Marlon replied after thinking for a while. “Is there a specific range since you said he’s not that old?” Kaiser asked. “I don’t think he’s more than fifty years old,” Marlon replied. “He’s under fifty years old and he’s almost at the peak? Marlon, are you telling the truth?” Kaiser asked in disbelief. “Kaiser, don't doubt my judgment. In our realm, even if the other party wears a mask, we can judge their general age from the look, behavior, voice, and other aspects,” Marlon said seriously.

I wanted it to remain secret but he already guessed it. “I’m guessing 19?” I rolled my eyes about how right he is. “Tsk, so you’re really the same age as Kira…yet you’re both mated to alphas who are much older than you two. Wow. Werewolf world is really f*cked up.” He muttered. “You talk like our age….how?” I wondered out loud. “Oh, I can adapt well to the environment. My kind usually talks like Shakespeare but I am trying o break that stereotype, you know.”

Interrogating him and further judging him. As the only member of this family and the pack who is over sixteen and cannot pack link because I have no wolf, I sometimes get irked when they are all talking about me. This secret form of communication has always been something I have envied. It's sneaky. And no amount of probing minds has ever locked me into hearing them. I know because I have tried.

I continued, playing along. “Stop being dramatic,” she shot back, but I could hear the laughter trying to escape her voice. “Okay, K,” I said more calmly now. “Tell me something about yourself. I mean your age, hobbies, things you enjoy, things you hate… normal people stuff.” There was a short pause, like she was thinking carefully, before she finally answered. “Well… I’m thirteen years old.” I smirked a little. “Good. At least you’re not secretly eighty.”

Asher says as if that explains everything. I look at him weirdly, as if hoping he'll explain the significance of that. To my surprise, he laughs. He slowly begins to sit up and pull me closer to him. He wraps his arms protectively around my waist as he begins to stroke my hair. "You may not know because you're special. But for normal werewolves, our humans can only communicate with us once they turn sixteen." "What? Really? I didn't know that. I thought everyone could always talk to their wolf. I didn't know you had to be a certain age."

his wolf exclaimed in frustration. “She’s eighteen, you’re not a human to be worried about the legal age and she doesn’t give a damn about your age. And you’re not a forty-plus uncle to be worried about this. You’re ridiculous, Viktor. You both have just eight years age gap. Is that a big deal?” his wolf complains. “It’s nine years,” Viktor corrected. His wolf groaned in frustration. “It’s not about our age,” Viktor said.

replied. Weird to call someone that. The mister replied. I quickly tapped on the message. Mister: [How old are you?] [I prefer my pets, 25 and above] My eyes dilated. 25 and above?! I’m freaking twenty-two!.

Gideon kissed Timothy's cheek, a sharp, quick peck. Timothy managed a weak, jagged smile. "You’ve got a way with words, Gid." "You nearly gave me a heart attack," Kan muttered, his voice thick with anxiety. Timothy poked Kan’s solid chest. "You’re such a drama king." Kan caught his hand, kissing his knuckles. "Lean on us, Tim. Trust the team. That’s why we’re here." Timothy looked at them both. "I’m fifty-two thousand, one-hundred thirteen years old—in ghost years, anyway. I’ve never leaned on a soul in my life."