Mavis Hotel Transylvania Age Novels & Stories

We still stayed at a decent distance from one another, since Azak was afraid to get too close because I was still underage. Luckily for Genevieve, she didn't have that issue. Werewolves were considered adults at the age of 17, whereas us fae tended to lean more towards the human ideals, believing that one didn't come of age until 18. Genevieve would be 17 and legal in a few short days, so she would be able to mate with her fated mate. I however still had another 3 months to go before the fae would consider me legal and crown me queen. It was crazy to think about, how Genevieve would be made queen before I would even though she was almost a full year younger than me.

With the club being exclusively for werewolves, the drinking age was set at eighteen, reflecting our heightened tolerance compared to humans. I could still sense her presence, but amidst the crowd of people walking around or dancing, pinpointing her exact location was going to be a challenge unless I actively sought her out. My intention, however, was simply to watch her from a distance, ensuring her safety as she enjoyed the remainder of her birthday.

“It matters not what time of day it is. In here, time is always the same.” Maevis let loose a sigh that sounded almost more like a growl, shaking her brown curls, which she had swept up and clipped atop her head, as she did so. She was much older than Serendipity, forty on her last birthday, and had known the girl since she was a very small child, having joined the Fizzlestitch household when it seemed three small girls were too much for the previous help to contain without another set of hands. “Serendipity,” she lamented, still shaking her head. “I do hate to see you this way.”

SIX DAYS LATER It was 8 PM; the night was quiet until the loud music that came from Lucas’ apartment disrupted the night. Lucas just turned 17 and he’s so excited about his new age. He invited his friends from Orleans High. However, his relationship with Bonnie and Ann is strong ever since Lucas accepted his fate and his quest to find the ‘mystical orb’ to put an end to the immortality of werewolves by making them humans again.

Tazaana was speechless after hearing Aria's age, and she asked. "How old are you now?" Aria said, "200 years old, I'm still young. Many more vampires are older than I." Hearing Aria's words, she could only smile and think about how old Everett was. "Let's go out," Aria said. But she still hesitated, "It's alright. I will protect you." Aria said. And they left the room. Aria showed one by one the places inside the castle and many eyes looked at them while whispering, but Aria told her to ignore them.

[ Mavis's POV ] I was twenty three years old at that time Stephanie celebrated her 18th birthday party. I only attended the party because Leo has forced me to. He didn't want to attend the birthday party because he had booked a lady he was going to be spending the night with that day. "Just ditch this lady, and attend your sister's birthday" I said to him, and Leo shook his head, stubbornly. "I can't loose this chance of fucking this lady, Mavis. Stephanie also sees you as her big brother, and I am sure she won't be sad if I don't attend her birthday party" Leo said.

"Ugh, whatever." He also examined the room. "Wow, those two did a number on this room, Darkness will be pissed." He laughed, ruffling his hand through his.... Hair. "You handled that pretty well. I have been waiting for someone to keep Greta in her place for a long time." Vanilla sat back, still eying Xavier. "Are you a..." "Yes, I am a vampire, and I am fifty years old." "Yo..." His face looked young, like a man in his twenties, and his goofy smile made him look like a teenager, his bulging chest and smooth skin was heaven compared to Vanilla's rough and dry skin.

replied Emma. "What happened to her?" "She suffers from severe weakness due to less blood in her body." "She needs to get well by Thursday." "Why?" asked Emma, confused. "It's my eighteenth birthday." "You are already eighteen?" "Yes. How old are you?" "I will turn seventeen in January." "It's good that you are younger than me. I don't think it would be cool to romance someone older." 'I don't think it would be cool to romance a vampire pretending to be a human.' thought Emma.

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.

“I live in Malibu actually. I was just out here to hunt over the full moon.” The moon. “Is that why I changed? Was it the moon?” She nods. “How old were you when you found out?” Ava puts her seat belt on. “Most werewolves turn when they’re sixteen. I was thirteen.” Whoa. “Thirteen?” That surprises me. I’m barely twenty two years old. I shift my car into gear, and begin to drive out of the garage. Malibu it is. Ava agrees silently.