Overwatch Canon Ages Novels & Stories

Up close, they looked worse than I’d thought. Hollow cheeks. Dark circles under their eyes. The smell of exhaustion clung to them. “You don’t look like you want to be here,” I said. The oldest wolf exchanged a glance with the others. He was tall, maybe twenty, with short dark hair and the rigid posture of someone who had learned obedience the hard way. “We don’t have a choice,” he said finally. “The Alpha compels everyone over fourteen now. Patrol duty, guard posts, hunting squads…whatever he needs.”

Ace remarks with a grin. “I was a man long ago, and you boys aren’t that much older, especially you, Jax.” Li Sheng replies with amusement. Li Sheng has just turned twenty-eight, he is the youngest followed by Shane who would have been nearly twenty-nine if he was alive today… Then it is Leo and Jax who are both thirty-one, with Ace at thirty-two and Jin at thirty-seven. Who knows how old we will be when death comes for us… I look around the club for a moment as Azura comes over and hugs me again.

“Yeah. I can see that. He’s got this whole ‘I’m a Dad’ vibe going. It doesn’t help that he thought I was his son’s age.” “You’re…not?” Riley did a double take before throwing his head back and laughing. “Did you think you were robbing the cradle? Oh fuck. Did you think I was at least legal?” “I’d hoped…” I let out the truth of my thoughts when I first saw him. “Alpha, I’m twenty-five. No need to worry.” My eyes widened and my mouth fell open. He laughed harder, shaking his head. “Beta and Gamma has the same look. You do have Omegas on your pack, right? You do know we look younger because of our DNA.”

And this one is no older than Ben. She holds my gaze, narrowing her dark, depthless eyes. A chill runs up my spine as I break from her gaze and turn to look at the warriors who are standing in front of our vehicles. Children. All of them are too young to even shift. I look down at Wilcox, or whatever the hell his name is, the warrior who is still sitting in a puddle of mud next to Leo. He isn’t old enough to grow a beard. I hadn’t thought it was strange when we’d first been stopped. A lot of packs had their youths, especially the males, out in warrior garb and in training before they reached the age of twenty-one.

"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 looked dumbfounded for a while. "Trent is over twenty five in his human age, he doesn't expect to find a mate at this age. A mate is given between eighteen and twenty five and Trent is getting younger" Hannah replied and scooped the vegetable into a bowl. I was yearning to shout to everyone's hearing that they were all staring at Alpha's Trent mate but I had to keep silent about it. It made my heart ache when I had to keep my identity a secret. Even though it was a wrong thing, it was one of the best decisions I have made. I wasn't ready to be a Luna or warrior yet, therefore keeping my identity concealed was the best.

Hanna retorted. "Hanna.." Maverick started to say. "I want to go home now!" Hanna demanded. So, he took her home. She wouldn’t speak to him or even look at him. As soon as he pulled up in front of her house she jumped out and ran inside. Maverick and Maddox graduated and prospected to the MC. Maverick was now 19, Maddox was 18, Hanna and Jasmine are 17, Blake, Brady, Jade, Lexi, and Levi are now 16. The rest of the kids are still in school.

Even my fingers stilled in his hair. "How old are you?" I asked Dargan. Ozias replied instead. "I am 29," my mouth fell open even more. "Ciaran is 33. Maverick is 30 and Dargan is 34." Ozias explained. I shook my head in disagreement. I had never bothered to ask them. Assumed they were around my age instead of their thirties. It changed nothing except my new and improved insults and jokes at them. "But, you don't look like the baby of the group." I couldn't stop the words. Felt them flow from my lips. Ciaran laughed loudly and sat up.

“Really, Rowan, thanks. I guess I can stay with you.” Rowan’s eyes begin to droop. “Sounds good. We can watch each other’s backs like brothers.” My lip quirks with a smile. “How old are you, Ro?” He smiles. “I’m thirteen, Khail. You?” I laugh. I like that he gave me a nickname, and I can tell he likes that I gave him one too. “I’m fourteen, which means I’m older and wiser.” He scoffs with amusement. “Yeah, okay.”

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "