Ugo Lord Age Novels & Stories

I heard the sound of someone suck in a breath, the direction pointing towards Aunt Aurelia. Father's fingers stilled above the dark wood, the temperature dropping lower now. “The…Sage?” Father said the words slowly, the corner of his lips firming. My lips parted, eyes drifting between Father and Rhain. It was a terrible idea, the Sage was rumored to be the oldest wolven, his mind having left him in his old age. He was nothing more than a husk that had air going through it. “It is the only way.” Rhain insisted when Father discarded the idea.

“And you’re not?” “Yes, Tyler is immortal, as long as God is by his side. Me? My life has a limit. I am still in the teen years of my life.” Josh said with a smile. “Teen years? You mean you’re between thirteen and nineteen?” Hugo asked. “Yeah, guess how old I am,” said Josh. “Nineteen,” said Hugo. Josh laughed. “Seventeen ...” “Seventeen?” Hugo asked in shock. “Am I older than you? I am nineteen. ”

Keita whispered to Gale, while they were going escorted to meet with Alpha Soga. When Gale finally laid his eyes on the leader, he was surprised to see a fit older gentleman, who looked like he was on his forty, although the true age of the leader of Midorigumi is actually ninety years old. The elderly gentleman then gestured a pillow in front of him, while his face remained stoic the whole time. “Come and sit in front of me, Alpha Gale.” Gale sat, but his face remained in awe at the appearance of Alpha Soga. “I am sorry if I become so rude in front of you, but, I thought you were in your ninety… In terms of age.”

"I remember that you used to love cake, Olivia." "You have a good memory, but old people do not like sweet things." "Are you kidding me, Olivia? You're only 21 years old this year, right? You're still in your prime." Olivia had skipped a few grades in school, so she graduated from university earlier than her peers. The laws of Arlandia allowed marriage at the age of 18. Olivia was shocked to hear her own age. "So I am only 21 years old," she said. "That's right! Most people haven't graduated from university yet at this age. You're still in your prime years. You're not old!"

Elder George said as he stood to address me properly. Looking at this man made my stomach turn. Elder George was about 75 years old; he’s been a member of the Council for 25 years. He’s short in stature for a werewolf, about 5’6” tall, he’s out of shape, he has more hair growing out of his nose and ears then he does growing out of the top of his head. He hasn’t been on a full moon run with the pack in ages. As far as I knew he was unmated. Somewhere in the hierarchy of the Council he became the person who speaks for all. That was a bad decision, just like so many others this Council has made.

Luis Park asked in confirmation. "HAHAHHAHA!" He laughed in madness! "I'm a God! If my Slave is a God! then I can live for thousands then Hahahhahahah!!" "...." o.O Butt was gawking. His mouth was swagging all to way to the ground. Then Luis Park asked Butt. "Butt how old are you?" "Umm..I'm 2 thousand years old." "Wow!" "Then how many years do you think you can live?"

"Calm down, man. What am I supposed to? He's fine. But he knows this. I'm just stating facts." He growled at me and I flagged him off, turning back around to Hugh. "Pay him no mind. He'll be alright." Hugh smirked. "Thank you for the compliment." I smiled. "I get confused with wolves and y'alls genes. You feel older, and you have this mature look about you, but I can never tell." He chuckled. "Yes, I am older. I'll be 52 this year." Sighed out. "Freaking wolf genes. I swear if I don't age like y'all, we fighting."

Lu's smile made his face look brighter as he tapped Ugo's shoulder. "You have a lot of tasks ahead of you" he announced to him "Make sure to watch otherss well and do not forget to watchh your back for the bad men" About seven minutes after Ugo had left, a sly looking young man arrived, he looks like he is in his early twenties or not even up to twenty yet. A weird-looking eyeglass covered the rare color of his brown eyes. His smile look cute and breathe making him look like a Disney prince, his hair didn't make it fair as it had brown natural curls that hung right above his eyes.

He looked in the woods like the lost man in a crowd, searching for an old friend, for Drust smiled when he discovered what his eyes longed for. Gonar stayed behind his master a little ways, and then picked up the bag Drust had dropped by the altar before. The boy watched his master walk to an ugly tree. The tree, half dead, split in half, and bent to the waiting ground, shrugging like a body killed and curled up cumbersomely. The old man undid his robe and let it drop to the earth. Though impossibly old, Drust’s body looked as lean as a man in his twenties, Gonar thought, but he’d seen him naked before. Many doubted the true age of master Drust, that he couldn’t possibly be centuries old, ma

She slumped deeper into the water, “Do you think he’s being like that because I told him it made me nervous or because of the age gap?” Right… They have an age gap too but like how much would that be? He looks about twenty-seven twenty-eight, the same as Ulrich. Come to think of it, I never asked his age. “How old is Egon?” I asked subtly trying to find out how old Ulrich was. “...” She was surprised by my question, “I don’t really know…” She seemed puzzled, “I never really asked…” She folded her arms in confusion, “Should I have asked?”