Zoe Caspian Age Novels & Stories

In moments like this it is easy to forget how young he is, that he is only the Alpha’s heir and not already the pack leader. From what I learned about the trials today, Caspian trounced pack members double his size and with twice his experience; seasoned fighters who should have been able to flatten an eighteen year old without exerting any effort whatsoever. If the games continue on this path, Caspian is going to become the youngest victor in half a century– putting to rest any doubts about his ability to rule once and for all. _______________ Caspian’s POV Over the last couple of weeks I actually convinced myself that Viviane could not possibly be as beautiful as I remembered, that her eye

I asked curiously as he handed me a glass of whiskey. Sniffing it I took a small sip then hissed over the burn. My father shoved his cellphone screen before my face and my eyes widened at the huge long white haired attractive man shown on it. His eyes were electric blue and I shivered at knowing he was extremely powerful. It radiated from him, even in just a photo. “How old is he?” Snickering, Caspian sat down on the couch and said, “He's twenty-nine and has a large pack in Siberia.”

Jacob asked. "I'm twenty-four but I stopped aging at about twenty-one. How old are you three." Cassie asked. "My human age is twenty-five when I was turned but I'm now two hundred." Jacob said. "You’re an old man, I was twenty-four when I was turned but I'm now one hundred and fifty," Norman said. Cassie looked up at Nathan. "Me?" Well, I was twenty-seven when I was turned but I'm seventy-five." Nathan said. "Will I get old in appearance?" Cassie asked.

Mourge said frustrated. "Find a boy who will show you affection. So you can stop being bitter." Prince Caspian winced. Mourge roll her eyes. "I don't want a boy, I need a man. And a man who can stay with me through my darkness and through my weirdness." Prince Caspian frown. "Do you want me to set you on a blind date with a man that I know? I think he's fit with your description of want." Peach massage her temple. "Yah! Stop-- I don't want Mourge to be associated with any of your friends."

Can we guard against him? “Calm down?!” Caspian yelled back, turning to look at his father and peering into his eyes. “Are you asking me to calm down dad? Really? What man goes behind his supposed friend’s back to date his friend’s sister huh?” Caspian was in a rage. He pulled back for a moment and raked his fingers through his brown hair. “Didn’t you see what he was doing? He is twenty eight years old dad, and Ariadne is only eighteen”

His twenty-seventh birthday was coming up and he had been on party mode for the entire week. If Killian enjoyed a small intimate party or no party at all for his birthday, Caspian was the complete opposite. He always went all out on his birthday. His parties were lavish and over the top, and he would get so drunk and high until he was unconscious for a week. And of course, Caspian enjoyed the attention he was getting from girls on his birthday. Last year for instance, he bragged about getting blowjobs from twelve different girls, all in one night. This year, however, might be a little different.

I asked Christian, and he stood up. "We have to investigate his claims since the matter has now been escalated," he said, and I approved. "How old are you, please?" I asked Caspian. "I am twenty- four years, my lord," he replied, and my guess was correct. "I also think since Caspian and Justin are about the same age, and Grizlo isn't far from Cain, I believe they can work together," I suggested, and Alpha Caspian looked relaxed. I looked at David where he sat, and he nodded with approval. The fact that Caspian and Justin were close in age will make the work easier. Since seniority was a factor that hindered them from reporting directly.

Caspian handed the boy off to Mateo and stepped up beside me. “We end this,” Caspian said, his voice low and lethal. Giovanni’s eyes glittered with amusement. “You think you’ve already won?” he asked, cocking his head. “You think you can defeat me, a man who’s built empires while you played house?” His voice sharpened. “You’re nothing, Caspian. And you, Valerie, you’re a weapon without a master. Without me, you'll never be anything but broken. Do you really think that you're going to be anything by his side? Do you really believe that he's going to allow you to explore who you are? It is only a matter of time before he starts suppressing you.”

"Guess my age, little one." "Little?" Caspian laughed, then his expression abruptly became quite serious. "500 years old." Nessa's gaze expanded. She was surprised. "How did you..." "It was a guess, big one," Caspian growled, biting his lower lip once more. Nessa's eyebrows shot up. "You know, you can just kill me here." "I can. However, I'd prefer not to." Caspian reclined in his chair and shut his eyes. "Apart from Declan, whose mind are you in control of?"

Zheme sat on the couch in his office, sandwiched between Lexie's brothers. They were more annoying than Lexie herself and quite bold with their inquisition. He couldn't believe Lexie was cruel enough to leave him with them, even if she was at the other side of the room with her parents. They were killing him...killing him with questions. "How old are you again?" Zheme glared over at Casper, the youngest of the three. "I'm twenty thre—"