Older Eren Novels & Stories

Margaery said, taking a slow bite. “Whoever I choose to bring to my pack is none of your concern, mother.” Eren said, calling out the last word with so much contempt. “At least I have the right to know who is eating on the table with me. Speak child, who are you?” She questioned, her heated gaze unmoving from me. “She is my mate!” Eren burst out, speaking before I could. “Oh, so my little Eren has finally found his mate.” She laughed as if the thought of him having a mate was funny. But there was something dark about her laughter. It felt dangerous.

I woke to the sound of laughter. It was loud, messy and layered with the thudding footsteps of half a dozen little ones running over the dirt yard outside my window. Eren’s was the loudest. Four years old now, taller and far more stubborn, with a head of wild curls that refused to obey combs or logic, he’d become the unofficial ringleader of the pack’s younger children. I could hear his voice, high and delighted, barking out orders for some imaginary battle that involved sticks and an alarming amount of mud.

The abandoned warrior outpost rose out of the darkness ahead, battered but serviceable, surrounded by gnarled trees and the faint scent of pine resin. Ma Erene was already there, leaning on her staff, her eyes scanning the perimeter with the patience of a seasoned predator. “Late again,” the elder rasped, her tone neither reprimanding nor forgiving. Zara swallowed and bowed her head in acknowledgment, the words unnecessary, the elder’s presence alone carried enough authority to remind her of her place in the hierarchy of secrecy. She knew no matter how early she came, she's always late, so she just knelt to lay out her tools, her fingers tracing the worn wood of the table as though feeling f

I remembered Papa telling me once that the oldest vampire he met was around sixteen thousand years old, and he looked aroundfifty years as per human age. “Oh, dear! Just call me Kenna! Mrs. Stayton makes me feel old,” she said and pulled me into a hug. “I’ve been well, but you undoubtedly haven’t! Look at those bags under your eyes! They—” Erick cleared his throat to get his mother’s attention, cutting her off. “Yes, dear?” “Do I really have to come, Mother?” Erick whined.

"Of course... I can read everyone... But you are in guilt and regret, don't blame yourself for whatever you did in the past, we all have a reason to do something which we regret later. I have got more blood on my leather than you..." "I don't know how should I react to that... I wasn't myself at that time..." Eira sighed. "How old are you by the way?... You look more mature considering your age." Serenity Smirked, her appearance has always misunderstood by people. "I am five thousand years old..." Serenity answered and Eira's eyes widened in shock. The girl who doesn't even look more than 18 is actually a 5000 years old. "What?.... You mean you are older than your mate's..."

A few pretended to be checking tack or sharpening knives just within earshot. Eren stood near the well’s low stone ring. He was unremarkable at first glance—middle‑height, the beginnings of gray at his temples, a scar along his right forearm that looked old and clean. His posture was composed, hands loosely clasped in front of him. Not a firebrand pacing and waving. Just a wolf who looked like he’d been carrying weight for a long time and had finally set part of it down to examine. Rin slipped into the shadow of a doorway, Mara at her shoulder. No one announced her. She wanted to hear him the way everyone else did.

OCTAVIA POV " What do you mean by he killed his father?" I ask nonplussed, as a wave of fear envelops me. " Let me explain. Eren was born to his parents at 8 month. His mom died during childbirth due to some complications...." She says before I cut in to clarify my doubts. " His mother died, is Luna Lora not his mother?" I ask puzzled " No she's not, she's actually Eren mother's younger sister" She informs simply

Peter interjected. “I guess it’s time we showed them how a proper death bed is made.” We grinned at each other while his eyes gleamed a threateningly golden yellow. “I hope you can keep up your bluff in your last moment.” Eren growled as his brown eyes glowed and large golden wings spread from his back while his claws protruded. The others brought out their wings but they were black unlike Eren’s. But I cared less, for the pain and regrets Eren cost me, I was going to rip him apart.

With a faint smile, he said, "Hello, Logan. It's been seven years. We meet again." Logan noticed the lavish clothes Eren was wearing and how Mr. Bear was standing behind him. He reckoned that Eren had passed the poverty training and had returned to the family. He said, "Hello! Why did grandpa send you to contact me?" Eren rested his spoon and leaned backward. Then, he said with a smile, "What's the hurry? It's been seven years since we last met. Let's talk about our experiences with the poverty training. We'll see if grandpa treated us differently. I'll go first. I was sent to an orphanage in Western Huan. Even with my handsome looks, not a single girl in my junior high school all the way up

Her gaze burned into my back, scorching, and I knew without turning that her lips parted slightly, that her thighs pressed together, that her pulse throbbed because of me. A wave of raw lust hit me so hard I almost lost the rhythm of my strikes. Almost but Eren’s voice had cut through again, jagged and venomous. “You might have fucked her long and hard in the past but….” He laughed, “…. That’s all it’ll ever be. The past. She wouldn’t remember a thing I did to her, she wouldn’t remember how I’d shot long stringers of warm cum down her best friend’s throat.”