Millenial Wolves Novels & Stories

Wolf Nation Times pops up first on my screen of news outlets. ’MURDER AT THE CLAIMING DISRUPTS CELEBRATIONS’ ’ARIANA ERICKSON MATED TO ALPHA ARES MARTIN OF FREEDOM RIDGE PACK, DOES THIS MEAN WAR IN WOLF NATION?’ ’FORMER ALPHA LUCIAN CHEATS LOOPHOLE WITH SUICIDE’

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

‘Our mate. I sipped my wine, using the momentary sensation to centre myself against her persistent campaign. Easy for her to embrace this. Wolves lived in the present, unburdened by the past's shadows or the future's uncertainties. They didn't understand politics or social hierarchies. They certainly didn't understand the complex psychology of healing from abuse.

END OF FLASHBACK Elsie was so engrossed on her spells in raising the Medallion Wolves that she didn't noticed the silent figure behind her all these while. Her followers had gone to the grave of the Medallion Wolves to dig out the remains of their bones. Medallion Wolves are the only wolves in the wolf history who had went rogue. A one wolf that can multiply into three or battalion wolves at a time, hence it name. No one know what had ended their life. Some stories goes that the wolf was the first creation of Mankind, but had anger the one who had created them. Some said the wolf went mad and took his own life.

Theo says howling with them happily. “The wolves' souls are humans, they hold what we are missing, they are our treasures,” Calesti finally adds she wasn’t as happy as the rest of them, maybe a little bit drunk. “Wolves don’t get drunk, we just like to act like we do, drunk on power,” Milo whispered to me. “Why are we telling Finn all of that?” I ask him. “You’ll see,” Milo answers me. “And then?” Finn asks. “And then we live the happiest life ever! The dream!” the same one who was howling happily about being alone and soulless.

She had to address the underlying fears, insecurities, and anxieties that fueled their division. She organized a series of council meetings, inviting both elders and young wolves to participate. She created a space where they could openly express their concerns, fears, and frustrations without judgment. She meticulously listened to each wolf, showing empathy and understanding, validating their feelings and acknowledging their perspectives, even when those perspectives conflicted.

"You're spiraling. I can see it happening. You're wondering if you're too old for this. If retirement softened you. If you've lost your edge." "Maybe I have." "You haven't. You're the same wolf who challenged for Alpha position at twenty two with nothing but rage and determination. Age doesn't change that core. You're just more experienced now. More patient. That makes you stronger, not weaker." I wanted to believe him. Tried to channel the confidence I'd felt as Alpha. The certainty that I could handle anything because I'd already survived the worst. We landed in Oslo where European Council had arranged accommodations. The city was beautiful, all modern architecture mixed with ancient build

“Why couldn’t you fair plant a cultivate? Take up knitting?” The picture of a bunch of macho guys accumulated around the sitting room clicking their needles with a roll of yarn at their feet nearly made him giggle out boisterous. “Wolves are pack creatures, and so are werewolves. The pack works together. Lives together. They do everything together. A wolf without a pack won’t final exceptionally long, and those that do are a few difficult ass mother fuckers.” “You’re not telling me anything I don’t as of now know.”

“Too many years to count.” Wolf-shifters stay the age they were when they got their wolf and never age a day after. I received my wolf at eighteen, so I’ll never grow older. However, men get their wolves at about twenty-five, much later than women. But we can die or be killed, so we’re quasi-immortal. “About a hundred years, give or take a few.” Adan took a biscuit and some butter, not looking up. “Try, more like one hundred and seventy-two.” Mason smiled, shaking his head.