Ugo Lord Age Novels & Stories

He looks almost human until I see those fangs in his mouth as he speaks. "I am Gifud, I am the third brother, I am 1150 years old. I am very excited to know about you Zia" He has fungi green colored hair which is up to his neck. He has a small scar on his neck which is very thick. It must be from a very big incident looking at the depth. He has a slight shade of black eyes. Now that I observe all the brothers have the same kind of eye color. They are brother "Although Gifud is the oldest 3rd, he is a very mischievous than any other younger here" Ril

I don’t want to be reminded of the cause, more reason I don’t want Grey thinking that I am weak. “Do you know my age?” he asked back. “ Doesn’t strength determine age?” I asked, gliding my cold hands together and he watched me from the mirror steadily. “ Haha.. It doesn’t. If it does my father should be the strongest wolf in the pack or Samuel, but I am. Rug has lived three hundred years, also Samuel an old peaceful wolf is a two years older than Rug, they should have been the strongest instead of me.” he laced his hand firmly on the wheel as he took control of it boldly even though his eyes were on the locker opposite the next seat searching for something.

- I said suddenly, because this detail worried me. - Well... This is a good hint. Turns out this werewolf must be much younger than me, at least 150 or probably more than 200 years.- Oliver answered.- Your mother is probably so focused on me, the vampire, that the young werewolf's aura must have escaped her senses. Sometimes too much confidence in ourselves and our judgments makes us miss something small, seemingly insignificant.- he emphasized.

Chapter 2 Roman Aguilera has now ruled his pack for the last 175 years now. He is knowledgeable. Feared. Recognized for his battle strategies and the number of territories that he had taken over. He looks young and handsome. His father who had left leadership to him is currently 673 years old. His family is the only known wolf family blessed with old age. Any wolf from the Aguilera family would only start physically aging at the ripe age of 435. ………

They also serve blood but due to the cold weather, Gideon has decided that a cup of hot cappuccino would be great. Gideon and I talked for a while. He mentioned a lot of things, for a second I thought I'm talking to a teenage girl. He's so energetic as usual, he always speaks what's in his mind. He's also loud, a few heads turned to us every now and then. “I'm actually three hundred and five years old. Quite young compared to Ambrose.” He said with a smile. “You call that young?” I laughed, but it didn't hide the shocked expression. Gideon's chuckle echoed inside the café as he stared at me unbelievably.

Oscar says. "Okay, okay. You have been rubbing it into my face that I am older than you since we met. Do you think I feel happy having a little pup like you as my mate? I am used to mature men. I'm not used to teenagers. Oh, please tell me you're older than twenty and not a teenager anymore," I say as I look at his young face. I hope he shaved this morning and at least already has a beard. "I am twenty-two," Oscar answers.

I asked, highly disappointed, and morphed my face into a disgusted, unimpressed look. "Probably 110 years old. I don't keep tabs on my age." He shrugged, answering it casually. "WHAT!? Wait so you're like really old? Like a grandpa who went through plastic surgery??" I was beyond shook. "I'm not old!" He said, sounding offended. "110 is old! You want me to say how young that is because it's not! OMG! My mate is some oldie moldy wizard." He sent me deadpanned look. Flexing his jaw as he took into what I spoke.

Spontaneous laughter erupted as well as a surprising clap of shoulders from the man who had just spoken. "And wait for this slut to seduce a bastard who won't be swayed by her crotch. Do you think I have this much time on my hands? Princess O'Douglas is indeed already 25 years old as I waited. But let's not forget the fact that O'Douglas' hiding under the armpits of the Canadian government is coming to an end." "I want to do my job quickly. There's no way O'Douglas will let us touch his 'antimatter'. I would have gotten O'Douglas' daughter already, if you hadn't kept holding me back," the old man continued in a regretful tone.

Old people! "Uncle...how long?" He looked around at the others before whispering that question to me. Oh to be young and dumb. He's about a hundred thousand years old and green as a new mowed lawn. "They can hear you buddy!" I wasn't about to tell him that I only had forty-eight hours left instead of ninety-six.

He shrugged. It felt like heaven as we exchanged glances. He seemed to be musing in his deep thoughts, so I took the chance to smize him all to my heart's content. Oliver was thirty-eight, while I am twenty-three. It's a fifteen-year age gap, yet it didn't matter. I believed he was mature enough to handle relationships, unlike others who were just after sex and everything that goes with it.