Vocaloid Ages Novels & Stories

She waved her hands close to his face, noticing how his eyes remained on her cleavage rather than meeting her eyes. "Aria?" It was her. The voice just didn't match the appearance anymore. Her voice had always been high-pitched and distinctive as far back as Adrian could remember. It matched perfectly with her annoying persona at seventeen, but now at twenty-two, it only added to her ever-growing femininity. Adrian couldn't help but find himself contrasting Aria's alluring voice with Isolde's much raspier voice.

Jaxon muttered to himself. “We all do.” Jayden muttered looking down. “I haven’t even found my beloved yet. I’m only 538 years old. That’s like the equivalent of being in my early 20’s in human years. I need to make it out of here and start searching.” “Do you guys hear that?” Lord Carmykel’s son asked in a whisper looking around. “Hear what?” I asked. “Vampire ears are a little more sensitive than ours when it comes to low pitched sounds.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear readers, particularly those who are rereading, please refrain from leaving comments that contain spoilers for the next generation. Let everyone discover them on their own. Let's not spoil the fun for them. 💖💜 Much love, Cass --------- Caleb - 50 years old Jake - 49 years old Aeon, Darvin - 48 years old Riley, Dominic, Lucas - 47 years old Caspian, Kallan - 46 years old

"But people usually consider I'm weird, and it's rare for them to mean things as a compliment when they describe me. In the past, I wasn't that tough and didn't think being called Luna Lovegood was a good thing." William narrows his eyes. "You look like you're young, but you speak as if you might be older—may I know your age?" Smiling mysteriously, I shrug. "I guess I'm thirty or something? I don't keep count of the years anymore." There is a snort. "No way you're that old." I laugh. "Thirty isn't old, but you're right—I appear younger because I'm put under a curse. I won't age."

Rob gives a quick summary. “Oh, a cougar,” I joke. His face floods pink when I tease him about the non-existent age gap. Rob is the oldest in our group and is almost 19. His birthday is right before the school cut off on August 30th, and his parents held him back in kindergarten so he wouldn’t be the youngest kid in the class. Whereas I’m the opposite. My birthday is also right before the cutoff, on August 20th, making me one of the youngest in our class and the youngest in our friends’ group but not by much.

The girl smiled beautifully. "Oh... This is what you say, I'll be looking for you the whole time I'm here. Oh yeah, we need to know each other's ages so we can address each other. I'm twenty-five years old, and you, Lantha?" Adela stood up and quickly walked over and plopped down next to Calanthan Farah and spoke.

He burst out laughing as he pointed at V6. " V4!! What the heck?! What if she gets pregnant!! " I exclaimed. " Huh? Hey, Brat. Didn't I already teach you this?" V4 asked. " What?" " ..... Oh... I guess I didn't. ... you aren't old enough yet, Brat." " I'm 19 alright!! How can I not be old enough?! I already old enough to access the labyrinth library!!" " Well, this isn't a killer learning area!"

“So why is he pretending to be older if you are?” “Because after his eighteenth birthday, when he takes on those characteristics of an eighteen-year-old, he can either turn his aging off, keep it the same, slow it down, or speed it up.” “So, he can just stay eighteen forever.” “Pretty much, but with vampires, we age super slow and can’t control our aging until we’re physically twenty-one.” I nodded. “Makes sense.” I took a deep breath. “So, how old is Mason technically?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I’m not telling you.”

I joked, hiding the joy that soared in my heart that Vlad cared about me. He began singing, his melodious voice filling every inch of my ear. A grin sprang across my face and my heart did several flips. "Happy birthday, darling Raven," he said in high spirits after singing. "Don't tell me you stayed awake to wish me happy birthday?" "Yup. I wanted to be the first to do so because you are very special to me and this is a significant age for you. Tell me how it feels to be eighteen." Heat radiated through my chest. I wish Vlad was here to kiss me with his wicked lips.

he replied nodding. "And from now onwards, you will be called different names - the priest knows. How old are you?" "I eighteen and he fifteen." "Really? He looks older than you, perfectly old." She faked a smile, looking directly into Okayo's eyes. That sounded quite suggestive, Oboo thought. Since Okayo had not been hearing even a word all along, he smiled back, thinking it was such an ordinary gesture.