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'I could really get used to this, maybe i should forget knighthood an dethrone one of these Kings' It was better than running from the Dornish, better than the life that he just came from. Back in Dragon Isle Altar lived like the child that he was. He was eleven at the time, and hung out with his three best friends: Kyley Gray, Karl Smith and Coza Flame. He was the youngest of their little circle, Kyley was twelve, Karl was thirteen and so was Coza.

"You have to clear your mind so the magic can take hold. We're taught from an early age to meditate before bed. It's easier for us to use our magic because we grew up learning how to harness it. You never had a teacher to help you, so by clearing your mind, you get in touch with the magic coursing through your body and you're able to harness it better." She finished talking and then turned to Ellie. "Yes, werewolves live hundreds of years. I think the oldest on record was over a thousand years." Sam nodded. "Yep, Seamus Ignatius lived to be 1,029 before he finally kicked the bucket. He died in battle too, so he probably would have lived longer if he had been waiting for nature to kick in and

I wobbled a bit and sent a glare to Aaron before Alex picked me up and carried me into the bar. It was dark inside, and empty. Or almost empty. I looked around as Alex put me down in one of the booths and headed over to the bar. Sitting in the booth next to me were the two goons that I had seen at the bar a few days ago. I knew they were Elias’ men but didn’t know their names. Sitting next to one of the goons was an older man. He was almost completely bald with grey hair cut short. He was short but stocky and a familiar sight in the town. Harry was the owner of Howlers and also the oldest werewolf I knew. Werewolves had a reasonably long lifespan, and it wasn’t unusual for us to reach well o

he asked concerned, he was eager to join them. "You are not yet ready" Hazel knew that those kids weren't ordinary kids and they were actual witches, she couldn't let them figure out who he was when she hadn't taught him to protect himself against them. "When will I be ready" he asked, "When you are fifteen" she said squeezing his cheeks. "Why fifteen?" "Because that is a special age for you my dear" she said. Fifteen was mostly the age that boys earned their wolves while girls were eighteen. Sitting back by the window, a young girl with green eyes waved at him, he was skeptic if she was waving at him,

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.

She’d been working closely for the family since she was a child. The other witches in their family possessed their own skills and abilities but only the daughter of the main house exhibited the strongest capability. It was also well-established that the Legacy will peak at thirteen years old when she will give her most important predictions, create her strongest potion and cast the spell that will protect the family.

He suggested they seek out Elder Rowan, the oldest and wisest of the werewolves, a keeper of ancient lore, whose knowledge spanned centuries. Elder Rowan lived in seclusion, deep within the Whispering Woods, a place shrouded in mist and mystery, where the veil between the worlds felt thin. The journey was perilous, the path treacherous, but the potential reward—unlocking the secrets of their past—outweighed the risks. Lyra and Ronan, accompanied by a small group of trusted warriors from different packs, embarked on their quest.

At last, she held the pendant of the moon on my neck and broke it; with this, her hand fell on the ground, opening her eyes. “Mother?” I called her, but she didn’t reply. Well, she could never reply to me ever. Hugging her, I cried and looked around, seeing the lifeless body of the pack members. They were covered with blood. I promise you, Ethan Weasley, that I would do the same to you, and I promise that I would destroy you too, just like you destroyed everything. I promise you that. * Flashback Ends * “I heard the youngest member in which that Ethan Weasley’s blood used to run is now dead.”, Iris said happily, but I didn’t comment anything on that.

You got something for me? I approached him, took off the letter, and gave Jax a brief scratch before sending him flying out the open window. When I unfolded the parchment and saw Hermione's precise handwriting, which remained the same after all these years, I grinned. Simply show up at our location at 10 a.m. Teddy is watching the kids. Nora, as you are aware, may arrive late. ~Hermione The news of the newest member of the Weasley family made me and Harry happy. Given that Ron and Hermione believed they were done having children, Nora had come as a surprise. But Nora had other ideas, and she was born about a year ago.

For more than a hundred and ten years now, God Wind's lineage is arranged in order. In front of him, this little Wizard is not only a disciple of God Wind, but also the middle name God. On God Wind, the youngest God middle-class Wizards are estimated to be at least seventy years old, and are all master level. But in front of him, this young man, not even twenty years old, was boasting without shame, saying that he was a God in the first place. This isn't this bragging? This is too exaggerated and not reassuring. However, Waldo Roy Wizard never knew that Cadell Marcus was God Wind's ancestor Bernard Brown's senior disciple after he was a hundred years old, so his status was extremely high, ab