Raven Lifespan 300 Years Novels & Stories

When I take a killing blow, I want to be hundred percent sure that it would take him out for good or I know that the consequences of my failed attempt would be worse than whatever we were enduring now. It was beyond frustrating that none of the packs were prepared for Gavrael’s attacks. There should have been some sort of warning. He keeps saying he was locked up for centuries which doesn’t make sense because if has been alive for centuries, he wouldn’t look so young. Shifters lived longer than humans and age slower, but after being around for so long it would be physically evident that you’re advanced in years. My grandparents for instance were both almost three centuries old which is why t

“But I’m serious, something’s happening to her. It’s got to be related to that thing that bit her. The question is, is it permanent, or temporary?” “Pretty sure only time is going to tell that,” Charlie said with a shrug. “Unless you’re planning on hanging around with her for twenty years… does it matter?” I gave him an unimpressed look even as my stomach clenched and a thrill raced through me at the idea of Cara in twenty years. Or forty. Hell, if we were lucky, decades more. I wouldn’t weaken until I was ninety or so. Modern wolves lived longer than our ancient ancestors—being apex predators would do that to a species since there was no more walking out of your den and getting eaten. But C

I asked. "I'm 30 years old, just like Rhaegar," he said. So, we had a twelve-year-old gap! They were right to call me kid, but age gaps were nothing new since werewolves age slowly and can live up to five hundred years. I decided to tease him, "You're an old man," he frowned at me, and I called him an old man again. "I don't think I like that," "Let's agree," He put his palm under his chin, waiting for me to continue.

“I was born to this pack. My mother was the Alpha before me. She died protecting us.” Ragnar’s hand stilled, resting on her hip. “I was fifteen,” Raven continued. “I took the Alpha title at sixteen. I didn’t have a choice.” Ragnar’s lips brushed her forehead. “You never had a chance to be a kid.” Raven huffed a soft laugh. “No.” They were quiet for a while, the steady rhythm of their breathing the only sound. “Do you ever wish it was different?” Ragnar asked softly. Raven opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling. “Sometimes.”

“So you’ll live to be at least three hundred as well?” He nodded. “The average lycan lives to be at least three hundred years old. The oldest ones live to be around five hundred. How soon we begin to age is wholly dependent on the individual.” I couldn’t imagine living to be three hundred years old, but I quickly realized that it would be my life once I mated with Elias. I’d live as long as he did, however long that was. “Don’t worry, I’m not mating with you right now.” My eyes widened. “Why not? The plan-”

“Was it… because she broke the vow by telling you?” “No.” Jack shook her head. “That wasn’t it. She passed away peacefully.” I exhaled, tension easing from my shoulders. “That’s right. She was three hundred and twenty. An age we’d consider… a ripe old one.” According to ancient records, the average lifespan of werewolves once stretched from five hundred to over a thousand years. But in recent centuries, for reasons still unknown, the collective lifespans of all supernatural races had steadily declined—ours now capped at less than five hundred.

While there, I make a mental note of things Red might need once she can leave the clinic—from clothes to towels and other things females need. ‘Add pads to the list,’ Raven tells me when I look at the hygiene products. I roll my eyes. ‘Omegas don’t have monthly cycles like the other females. Or did you forget?’ Raven narrows his eyes. ‘Then how many times a year, smartass?’ ‘Four or five times, depending on her heat cycle, and I am so not having this discussion with you. And I doubt Red had her first heat.’ Raven huffs but drops the subject.

I glance at Maya; she’s biting into her lip again, drawing blood. Without even thinking about it, I lean over and rescue her lip – the king smiles at my gesture but says nothing. “Your grandfather is unwell. The doctor gave him two years. Your uncle Maxwell won’t last much longer. He was born weak.” I knew my grandfather was sick, but I didn’t know his time is running out that fast. “Really? That soon? He’s only ninety.” “He won’t live to see ninety-one at this rate.” “Shit--” I see Maya’s confusion and turn my attention to her --“werewolves live longer than humans, and the higher up the hierarchy we are, the longer we live. A Lycan’s average lifespan is two-hundred.”

Right now. "Make love to me Riven",Layla whispered boldly. "And place your mark on me" ... Hello readers Don't forget to vote and leave a review about the story. Lot's of love ❤️ P.S.:For those asking how old Riven is, he is over a thousand years old. He has lived for centuries and that makes him an ancient shifter. You have any other question, drop it and I'll answer.