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

“Are you sure you want them?” “I love a little bloody history,” Uncle Eren said with a smirk, but his words left me on edge. “That blade has taken more than lives. It is said to contain darkness,” she murmured, her gaze flicking to me like she clearly knew something we didn’t. Then her expression shifted into a small, sideways smile. “But I’m still happy to give it to you anyway. Your last name is Kara, right? Eren and Manolya Kara? It’s funny, because Behren the Soul Render, as they called him, had the same last name too. What an unusual coincidence.” She adjusted a pleat in her headscarf and looked back with an unreadable, eager gaze.

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..."

Lady Tiana punched the man in the chest and said: "Now look how it turned out, Erenne, the girl is miraculously alive. What kind of creature is she? I'm sure Sir Esther didn't do the task I gave him wrong. The girl should have died with her throat slit, but she is alive, healthy, and strong. And she knew that Sir Esther was trying to kill her, so what if she told Erwin? What if Erwin hurts me?" The man named Erenne, whom Lady Tiana met, smiled a little. He stroked her face, touched her lips, and pressed her tongue.

Erin would die? ***

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.

Erika commanded. "Yes!" Angel answered loudly and ran away. My gaze fell upon Erika. She was removing the false eyelashes that Angel applied on her lash line. She wore her hair up, looked down at the dress, and sighed. She must be thinking about whether to change it or not. What? Is anything wrong with my face? Erika felt my gaze and looked up at me in confusion. “Nothing wrong. It just occurs to me that you are only an eighteen-year-old girl.” I caressed her face, the long scar on her face. She was only one year older than Angel and here she was, teaching Angel how to fight. It broke my heart to think about what she might have gone through.