Raven Lifespan 300 Years の小説・ストーリー

"Quack!" The raven flew down from his shoulder and landed on one side. "You Mexican cultivators are really bad, trying to make Chaos take the blame for you!" Raven's eyes were calm: "There's no point in living." "Quack!" In ancient times, the raven was a sacred animal with colorful black feathers. But there is one thing, it's innate, it's always accurate in predicting who will die. And this time, it was still him who did it himself.

well, about one and a half thousand years ago. - So long ago? the girl exclaimed in surprise. - And you were present at all this disgrace? Jeremy even laughed at her suggestion. - Yes, what are you? I am only one hundred and twenty nine years old. I'm still young. And none of the wolves live so long. Maximum three hundred years. Not counting the ruling clans. There, the life expectancy of the leader and his family is a little longer. They live for about four hundred years. - Why do you all live so long? the girl asked quietly.

It was an exhilarating feeling that she could talk across time and space, that she could touch him whenever she wanted or needed, that he would always know when she was troubled. Caitlin watched Raven and, noting her elevated breathing, automatically walked over to her to take her pulse. Raven laughed and pulled away. "My husband is being naughty. He likes to keep me thinking about him while he’s away from me. I’m fine. They’ll drive you crazy, but they’re always intriguing and usually lots of fun. It’s a good thing, as they have long life spans. Wouldn’t it be hell to be stuck for centuries to someone you found incredibly boring?" "How dangerous is the healer?" Caitlin asked.

"If you don't even know, then why are you so hellbent on capturing me?" Mikkel responded, "It's common knowledge that the Aspens lead exceptionally long lives. Save for accidents, your kin typically live to be around 120 years old, with rumors suggesting some reach 150. Even elderly Aspen members maintain their independence and live without assistance. I believe the answer is pretty obvious, isn't it?" "That's it? Many individuals have surpassed a century in age, so why target us?" "It's not the same thing! While others may have lived beyond a hundred, your family is distinct in that every member has exceeded that milestone. There must be a collective secret enabling such longevity. It could

"I'm just trying to decide when I should tell you something that will change your mind." "I'm dying to find out what you think is going to change my mind. Now is probably as good a time as any." "You know it's time, Rae. He's old..." "Don't say it, Danny," she whimpered. Raven called me Danny when we were kids, but when we got to be teenagers she started using Dan almost exclusively. We never talked about it, but I learned that "Danny" was her safe word, only used now when she was terrified. I didn't blame her for being scared. Boston was her first service animal, but he just turned eleven and a retriever's expected life span was only twelve years. His age showed, not just in his appearance,

Thinks she can survive this house untouched. let's see how long she'll last.

“They live a very long time. Many don’t really know how long.” “My grandma lived about 870 years. She would have gone longer but she was heart broken. Her husband had been killed by hunters. Some of our elders are more then a thousand years old and still look as young as ever.” Asrar spoke trying to recall some of the history his mom had taught him when he was young. “Dragons only die from heart break and hunters really.” “Seriously but how does that work?” Rosco spoke excitedly. He loved learning new things and this sounded like it was going to be a history lesson.

Raven POV I don't know how to explain the level of fear going through my body on a constant basis. I can't focus on training and I jump everytime I hear a mans voice. It's getting so bad that my paranoia is rubbing off on Penelope so she has been less than nice to everyone. She knows what happened a few days after my birthday so since then she has pretty much moved into my house with me. We need to get out of this pack and run, but going it as rogues would be difficult especially as she-wolves. She-wolves don't tend to last long as rogues, they are either killed or kidnapped and raped. We may be great warriors, but after time our strength will weaken without a pack to attach ourselves to and

"It's not even funny" Conri laughed slowly, shaking his head, "Of course, they tend to die once their body can't withstand the pressure of life anymore. But we werewolves live longer than humans, we can roam the earth close to three hundred years and still appear as fit as always. This is just a peek given to us by nature but when the right time comes, we die, every living things for Melissa" Listening to his words, I nodded, "Yes, I do know this," I replied.

Raven," the blood servant answered casually. She was already used to Raven not remembering her name, despite serving her for a long time. Raven simply nodded. She realized that it was the girl who rarely spoke. If Raven wasn’t mistaken, she turned human roughly thirty years ago. Back then, she was finding humans to turn into blood servants, just someone would accompany her. Unlike other purebloods, she refrains from randomly turning humans. It wasn’t out of sympathy or respect for humans but simply because she found consenting humans more agreeable than those that she turned without consent, especially blood servants. Those vampires would never betray her, but it doesn’t mean that they would