König Cod Age Novels & Stories

Everyone was properly seated on the well arranged chairs, while the court members sat on slightly elevated chairs. The court members consisted of 3 of the oldest members of the pack. Elder Enzo, Elder Troy, and Elder Wickerson. The were consulted before any important rule, decision or punishment was carried out. They were well respected because of their age and wisdom. But I wasn't in good terms with Elder Wickerson, he was against me being crowned as king on excuse that I was too young. Since it was just him against the 2 other Elders, his plea wasn't accepted and I'm being crowned king at 18.

He was smiling at me and then said, “You have a bedroom suite right next to mine in my home.” Cocking my brow at him I growled, “That's very presumptuous of you.” Exiting the infirmary he chuckled. “Not really, the house was built that way before my existence.” Swallowing nervously I asked him how old he was. “I'm a young king, thirty-six,” he replied, and I nodded. Stepping beside him he glanced over at me. “How seasoned are you?” “Seasoned?” “Your age, sweetheart,” he grinned. “Oh, I am twenty-eight.”

Hundreds will die on both sides. - If he wins and kills the king and heir, what does it matter how many die? It's a fair sacrifice. - You say that because you're not going. You're here as a royal guard. - If that happens, I'll join the troops. I want to kill werewolves too. - How old are you? - Age to kill all the mutts that appear in front of me. - Seriously. How old are you? - 46 years. - I know it. You're still a child.

If not for their different identities and also everyone also knew that the Alpha King didn’t have a sibling. “Since we were all below 10. Reagan is the eldest, he is 450 years old this year. I’m 445 and Amoux is 447,” Dolphus explained with a silly smile plastered on his face. With how cheerful and easygoing he was, werewolves that didn’t know his identity would assume that he was a teenager like Carla and me but they wouldn’t know that he was already over 440 years. “That’s long, so none of you guys had sibling? Correct?” I asked Dolphus another question but the smile instantly left his face.

“I’m just a little surprised. No candidate has ever asked me my age before. There have been many questions, but this one… five hundred sixty-six.” “What… five hundred sixty-six?” My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and I had a sudden urge to shout in the voice of that meme grandma: ‘How much?! Are you out of your mind?!’ “I am five hundred sixty-six years old,” Karadeylis said, peering mischievously into my stunned eyes, clearly holding back laughter. “You’ve… aged remarkably well,” I said — and at that, the king finally let out a chuckle. “Yes, I hardly resemble a pile of decayed bones. And I’m told that among my peers, I’m quite the handsome one,” he replied with mock pride and sar

I guess whatever mix is in her is the reason they reject her as one of their own. I mean look at the Santo's, they are the reigning pack in the state and everyone in their bloodline turned before the age of ten. Colton, the next heir as Alpha, is nineteen years old, lords over all in our kingdom and he has been running with the pack since he was a mere eight years old.

He squeezes her hand, continuing, “Your parents… the king and queen never told you about us?” My brows pinch together. “No. I know there’re small packs sprinkled throughout the kingdom but… you’re like me.” A thought strikes me dead. “How old are you?” His eyes glisten like he understands why I want–no, need–to know. “I’m two-hundred and… what was it this year? Ah, two-hundred and eighty-seven.” Relief sweeps through me. That’s a long life lived, but he’s aged enough to show me another truth. “We age faster than vampires but have longer lives than shifters,” I say, unsure if I said the words out loud.

The thought nags at me, and I can't resist asking before we leave. "Umm, War, how old are you?" He rolls his eyes. "Thirty-one." "Like you've always been that age?" "Yeah," he replies flatly. "God, you ask a lot of questions. It's fucking annoying." King makes a low, irritated sound, and I squeeze his hand. "It's fine," I whisper, low enough for only him to hear. I don't know much about DID, but despite being completely insufferable, War is here for a reason.

They looked similar ages, but as I’d learnt from Zac most vampires stop ageing at 30, so it was difficult to distinguish between them. One I thought was older and must be the King as his appeared wise, regal, and stern. The other I deduced to be Zayden, Zac’s brother they looked alike the difference being Zayden appeared to be slightly shorter and less muscular. He wore the same bored expression I saw on Zac’s face now. They turned to face us, a small smile on the kings face and Zayden remained expressionless, Zac led me over to where they are, he held a tighter grip on my arm the closer we got.

If someone else took the throne, we must submit or accept life as rogues. My wolf would never submit, and neither would I. He just looked at me, and without any other explanation, he opened the pack link and talked to us all. «All unmated males between 18 and 35. This year’s mate hunt will be special! You can all participate. »