Raven Lifespan 300 Years Novels & Stories

“We also have good night vision, like most nocturnal predators and no, we do not eat raw meat…unless we are starving and there is no other option available. We have evolved with humans and gotten better with hiding our identity. And…wolves do live longer than humans. Our average life span is about a hundred and fifty years.” The last part shocked me. A hundred and fifty years? Wasn’t that like…twice the life expectancy of a human? “So…” I wasn’t sure how I was going to say it, but I knew I had to. “So…you’ll live on for about seventy more years…even after I’m gone? Does that mean you’ll have another mate?”

I looked away from the paintings, not wanting to see anything that same scar me forever. Alzaraq sat on the ground and we did the same. Stress lines adorned his forehead and it made me wonder just how old he was. The wolves were not immortal, but they were strong and agile and almost always in good health which helped to prolong their life span to about one hundred and fifty years. He heaved out a heavy breath. “It was not always like this.” His voice was hoarse and he sounded tired.

” I asked them. Avery looked at Lydia before turning back to me. ”Everything,” she said. ”Raven is the only one who never saw me as an abomination or disgrace to the family name. She loved me, through everything. We have always been close, ever since we were children and that was a long time ago,” I said and saw the confused looks on their faces. I laughed and licked my lips. ”Vampires age differently. They don’t count the years as others do. One year for you guys is five for a vampire. Raven is twenty-three human years, but 115 ’real’ years.” They gasped and their eyes grew wide.

she asked Rave. “Oh, not much,” he said quietly. “A hundred and fifty years or so. Give or take a decade.” It took a few seconds for the words to register in her brain. A hundred and fifty years? How could that be? He looked like he could be a senior at Weston, or a recent graduate at worst. “You're teasing me, right?” “My kind are very long-lived,” Rave explained. “Not immortal, like vampires, but most of us reach five hundred, at least. Barring an accident or coming out on the short end of a fight with a vampire, of course.”

He looked Raven in the eye and said, "You have my word, Raven. I'll take care of her for the rest of my life. You won't get the chance to come after me." After the marking ceremony, I spent two more days with my parents, then left the Silvermoon pack with Drew and returned to the Northern Plains. We built a quiet life on the plains for the next eight years, only returning occasionally to visit Dad and Mom. One day, while I was on the phone with Mom, she suddenly sighed and said, "Do you remember what you told me ten years ago? That Raven would die at 28, trying to save you. He still hasn't found a mate, but he's alive and well. So... I guess his death was avoided, huh? My sweet Allie, you ta

“We have been in hiding for centuries now. Having a baby with the Bitten was a tricky process. The pregnancy lasted years instead of months. Many had tried before and failed. But I was a part of an old clan as well. One that had been casting for centuries before me and power had only grown in the battles among my people hungry to control it all.” Raven sat blank and overwhelmed. Her whole life she felt different. She had no idea that she was as old as centuries. She felt like a young lady. Her body had grown into a woman. Don’t the Bitten stop aging when bit? Mama sensed her anxious energy and heard her bouncing thoughts and questions. “My beautiful daughter. We are in fact older than a huma

Raven’s POV "Out of curiosity, how old are you? 200? 400?" I asked Keeran one evening out of genuine curiosity. Werewolf age is very difficult to pinpoint. Those one with pure blood, came directly from our ancient savage ancestry the Lycan usually has a long span of life. You can't judge our age just by our face like humans. It would be impossible because our life span was much much longer than a regular human's life span. Some live for over thousands of years, or even longer. As scary and impossible as that sounds.

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

I question while sniffing her fur finding myself becoming more relaxed in her presence. “She didn’t shift because she got magic, she can heal,” Raven replies watching me as I get up and nudge her so she stands. “She’ll be running around out here with you soon enough, she’ll just shift when most wolves do,” I reassure knowing that only Lycans can shift younger than thirteen and Raven is the youngest I’ve seen. Her young shift has me wonder if her Lycan form would come sooner than her 18th birthday. I can’t help my slight chuckle at how adorable she is as I watch her tote around the half-eaten bunny.

The disgusting smell in the air increased as Raven slowly faced her punishment. At this time, I had been a werewolf for about 500 years with some specific powers, so after the humans banished the mythical creatures and left for a while to make the place uninhabitable, Raven begged me to help me. At this time, Raven was a very petite woman and a little i experienced in her witchcrafts "Please blessed one. Save me" Raven who was half a pillar of salt begged. And I never did favours without getting anything in return, powers, wealth and everything I posses was as a result of rewards for my kindness "What will be my gain?" I asked