روايات وقصص ضمن König Cod Age

They glanced at each other before they could answer. "No. Not that I know of. In Fact they normally shift at the age of twelve if they're boys and if girls at eighteen or so" it was Frank who said. He wondered why their king asked such a question. "What if they shift into their wolf's form at that age, if it's a girl"

The crowd gasps at the sight of the king’s carriage in the middle. “I’ve never seen the king. He hasn’t been out of the palace grounds for decades, has he?” Sage sounds surprised. Ten gargoyles are drawing the armored carriage with flattering crimson flags: a skeletal black wing on the red background. The carriage returns after the king has exited; he takes the center-most throne-like chair. “He looks like he is in his late-forties,” exclaims Fia. “He is over four thousand years old, or so. He is older than the one before him. That’s what I heard,” answers Sage.

He said looking at Kolby with so much love and devotion. “Dude, you’re our brother of course, you can join our pack.” Connor and Dakota said in turns. Karson stared at Hunter. “Hunter if I may,” Hunter nodded for him to continue, “how old are you? You said you left home at twenty, Connor is twenty-one.”

Maybe, I shouldn't have asked him about that. "At the age of nine" he replied. His face remained expressionless, but his eyes were grim and filled with sorrow. "From the age of thirteen, I started conquering kingdoms and great cities. I've killed numerous kings and countless soldiers, bedded multiple queens and princesses and burnt innumerable villages and towns. I never stopped, until now" he said looking at me.

They had such a massive pack territory they'd have to stay in the pack house. I've heard about King Camren my whole life. From the small fact we shared the same birthday. I always thought fate would bring us together. Who would have thought he'd be destined for my sister? Of all people! I've never been here before. Surprisingly my mother left us behind when he came here for meetings. This was probably the cause of her cheating on my father. Camren became king at a young age of eighteen. That must have been four years ago. That's the last time my mother left for this place. Camren is only four years older than me. The only way I would recognize him would be his scent.

It was required of all future Kings to learn at a younger age since a Dragon King could die at any given time. My father became King when he was only ten years old, I became King shortly after I turned eighteen. His father had become King only a few days after he been born. While technically my grandfather had been too young, someone had stepped in to take the role of King at four years old. Dragons matured faster, so it wasn’t unheard of for a child to run a Kingdom. Unlike humans, Dragon Shifters could talk and walk within the first month after birth. Our brains develop quickly, so we never truly get to have the kind of childhood that humans get.

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.

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 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.