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Heilong had heard the ominous news about the owls, when he had become the rich and heir of the Heilong family. Only the photographs on the fireplace console showed the time that had passed. Ten years earlier there was a lot of On those walls that showed each of the photographs in which was the ultimate beauty of this wizarding mansion, in which it looked like a big toy ball on the beach, wearing different hats, colorful, even though Dung Heilong was no longer a babying which now the photographs showed a boy like Huang, who has grown up, only alone, after a few photos together with a cuddly boy who died a long time ago.

Racking my head for possible answers, someone said words I did not clearly hear. Letting go of my thoughts, I looked up. “What did you say, my lord? I'm sorry but I did not hear you properly.” “You're wondering why his parents were old people.” Ho—how did he know?! “Well, they had Aegon at a very old age. And I was born a few years before him. My parents were alive at that time. They also died from the war. We lost a lot of Wolves during that period. I lost my sister also.”

Ron asked. Jake said with a grin, "That's Miss Blue. Before you got back, she played the piano for everyone. Heard she's a whiz with several instruments. Beautiful and talented. Besides Gary, you're your grandpa's favorite. The girl they've lined up for you is top-notch." Gary Hagrid was Ron's older brother. The name stung Ron like a knife to the heart, but his expression remained unchanged, stoic as he continued inside. The living room was bustling with people. All the Hagrid family elders were there. A few unfamiliar faces, Ron figured, must be the Blues' elders.

“Hunter and Bianca are much older than me though.” Just the thought of Alaster being one of the oldest was just shocking in of itself. His eyes, however, do show the timeless wisdom that comes with living so long, his actions so careful and fluid-like he’s done them a million times. “Well, who’s the youngest?” Josh asked, wholly expecting him to say Luca or maybe Amber. “It’s Xavier.”

"Providing a werewolf has found their mate and they have fully mated with them, they will stop ageing at around thirty-five. We can live for hundreds of years and die peacefully-" "This is fascinating and everything but what's it got to do with my family?" I sighed. I was fed up now and he was only serving to make the situation worse. "My real age is forty-seven and I stopped ageing when I was thirty. I have always known who you really were. Eldest daughter of Maxwell and Janette Clarkson. Next in line for the throne after your brother, Kyros, turned it down and favourite child of your father. James' parents, Jacob and-"

she boasted. "Classy," I mumbled under my breath, knowing that Luca could hear. "I'll see you around, Ella, and SpongeBob or whatever your name is," she said before marching off in her high heels. "Rude," Luca grumbled. "It's Ernesto Ludwig Weasley-Squarepants." I choked on my final fry and had to use my remaining lemonade to wash it down. "But really? Weasley-Squarepants? What kind of messed up, perverted Ron and SpongeBob breeding process is involved in producing a child with that surname? And ringworms? Where the fuck did that one come from?" He questioned.

The Master. But this wasn't me. I was not like this. I never wanted to be a Master. All I wanted was a simple happy family the way I was blessed with. I was a 1800 years old simple warlock who was born in a simple witch family with a loving mother, Isabella who was the head of the one of the strongest witch coven in the world, a caring father Lorenzo who was the most powerful warlock/wizard of the whole world and leader of the all the heads of all the coven, an overprotective and possessive elder brother Alessandro who was 20 minutes older than me and an absolutely always worrying, mother hen elder sister Aurora who was only 15 minutes older than me.

‘In that way, even his younger sisters will be older than me. “Now, get ready quickly instead of using your mind unnecessarily.” “But you didn’t answer my question. How did you manage to wake me this soon?” Ethlyn questioned. “One of my uncles, Uncle Oliver, is too good with the herbs. So, he keeps inventing medicines and poisons for us to fight against our enemies.” Calvin replied, shrugging his shoulder. “Uncle Oliver….umm.. Isn’t he the Werewolf King, Oliver Weasley, Mate of Rebecca Cornell?” Ethlyn asked.

“Now, you will lecture me about parenting, huh?” Artemis shook his head, not able to understand how to make Oliver Weasley realize that he was wrong by putting such a condition. “No. I’m not.” “Mr. Weasley, you’re almost my double age. So, maybe in your time, if you would have found a better woman than Mrs. Weasley, whether you have chosen her leaving your wife, your mate? Everyone knows that you’re your mate chosen mate. She already had a son from her first mate. So, will you have to leave her for some virgin girl without any kid?”

It was Aragon. The oldest elder in the royal house, a millennial old werewolf. A member of the council, a former Zeta and War general in his time, and a descendant of one of the founding fathers of plane Weode. A man full of wisdom. He had just taken notice of their presence when his eyes rolled back in his head. "Give him to me," he heard the elder's voice say. Then he felt his body being lifted from the ground and frail hands that were old and wrinkly snuggled around him. Unexpectedly, sharp fangs sank into his neck, and hot pain jolted through his body.