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Well, his eyes widened in great amazement, and he felt a fire burning inside him with great anger However, he raised his eyebrows high, and clasped his hand in front of his chest, arrogantly saying "Oh really, let's compare it a bit, you're really old, I'm even surprised at your age, which is older than me." Her eyebrows narrowed, as she looked at him, unable to understand what he was saying, while he smiled sarcastically and continued “I am one thousand three hundred years old. Who among us is the oldest?” Well it was her turn this time, her eyes widen in amazement, and her jaw dropped down, what the fuck? One thousand three hundred

Because the truth they hadn't learned yet was this: the Original Curse wasn't the oldest magic in the world. It was just the most recent one. And whatever was waking beneath the earth had a much older claim to dominion.

Ozias shrugged, looking towards Dargan. "We used to let the oldest of us go first." Ozias said. I looked between Dargan and Ozias. Surely, Ozias must have been older. At least by a year or two. In comparison to Ozias and Ciaran, he looked young. Spring fresh. "I am the oldest of the group." Dargan muttered sheepishly. I could feel my jaw drop. My eyes darted between Ozias and Dargan. Ciaran chuckled beneath him. Even my fingers stilled in his hair.

“Who?” “Elder Aldric.” She met my gaze, her expression unreadable. “What is he like?” I exhaled slowly, considering my words. “Old,” I finally said. She snorted, but her amusement was brief. “He’s the oldest of the Elders,” I continued. “Some say he’s over two hundred years old. No one really knows for sure. He rarely speaks, and when he does, it’s in riddles more often than not. But he sees things others don’t.”

Winston replied. Hade almost coughed. "Damn. That's about the same age as the oldest man alive," he chuckled as he looked at Winston, who smiled humbly. Hade's eyes grew wider. "Wait, you're currently the oldest man alive?!" "I believe I am, sire," Winston said. Hade couldn't believe it. The oldest age registered in the Council's system is under his roof and has been serving his family for decades. "Why haven't you retired yet?" Hade asked. Come to think of it, he has actually never really mingled with the servants or asked them anything personally. "Have you even married?"

—it was genuinely observant, like he was looking at a rare piece of art. ​"I'm Mateo Velez," he said, stepping forward to help me stabilize the heavy tripod before it could tip. "I’m on the board of directors. And unfortunately for my sanity, I’m also Luke’s oldest friend." ​"Hannah Martin," I replied, regaining my composure. "Is he always... like that?"

He trailed off. "Die," I completed for him. He had his reasons for not wanting to finish the statement. (E stands for Elder). Currently, he is the oldest among us, having retired. He is now 1,017 years old. "Before we head out now. Any information about this enemy we need to know?" I asked.

And the worst thing is that we don't know which. I really don't know what to say. For now, none of us has brought up the topic again. We three are all acting like we never met Inko. Inko, the oldest person in our pack and the oldest oracle to ever exist, is usually like a myth. Not many have ever seen him because even the current oracle of the pack told us that he had only seen him once in his entire life. He has never seen him again. This means that for us to see him was a miracle. It was what most people would die for.

The sweat on Darick's chest glistened as moonlight pierced through the window and onto his body. I wasn’t sure whether he was going to answer me or not after the conversation we just had, but he surprised me—his tone was casual and tired. "Hmm, let’s start with ancient vampires. These vampires are between the ages of one thousand to five thousand years. They are the strongest type of non-original vampires,” he explained. I sat up, eager to hear more. "Now, the first and oldest vampires in the world—the Original Vampires—have powers and abilities are that are the most advanced. Their advanced age grants them much more strength and power than any other generatio

Caitlin prompted. "Enoch is the oldest living Carpathian. Kendalf is only a quarter of a century younger. Aidan and his twin brother, Julius, are perhaps half a century younger. Barry and I are the next oldest. A couple of others are close in age, but they have lifemates and are not suspect. There is Kane, but he is far from this land. Only an ancient is powerful enough to cloak his presence." Zendedari didn’t realize how much he was remembering, but Caitlin did, and it made the sorrow of Randolf’s betrayals easier to bear.