Millenial Wolves Novels & Stories

"Do you perhaps remember that conversation we had about Noelle—" "Of course! How could I forget? The episode where she told Hendris that she would rather fuck herself because she cannot deal with an egotistical, misogynistic man who thinks a little to nothing...and she was a nun, can you believe that!" "Yes, what else stood out about that episode?" Michael asked me, and I bit my cheek, trying to remember anything significant about that episode. "Something to do about stages?" "Oh! The eye colour theory!" I snapped my fingers. "Purple is the First Generational Wolves, the strongest of all five. Jasper are second, Teal are third, white is the fourth but are extinct and blue is hybrids," I reci

They embraced the path of unity and understanding, supporting not only Millent and the triplets but also others who dared to defy tradition and follow their hearts. The moonlit nights saw joyous celebrations as more werewolves found the courage to form bonds of love and unity, regardless of societal norms. The pack thrived, stronger and more united than ever before, a testament to the power of love and the determination of those who dared to forge a new path. And so, in the heart of the forested area where the werewolf community thrived, a new era of acceptance and unity began to unfold. Millicent, Mike, Daniel, and Alex stood at the forefront of this transformation, their bond serving as a

Usually, she wants me to handle everything, so I am prepared. I made it a few steps before I heard crying. Rounding the corner, I saw Mila in the corner with Claudia holding her. “I’m so sorry, Mila. Wolves differ greatly from the rest. I know witches don’t really have mates and vampires take chosen mates. Wolves are the only ones that fate decides for them.” “It’s true. Mates are very precious to wolves.” I said making my presence known. “I don’t know why he hates me!” Mila wailed.

But before one word left her lips, a member shouted. "Are you still against the werewolves, Collin?" That was Milla. Despite her seemingly weak appearance, she was very firm, like a leader. Her aura was suddenly strong and domineering, especially when she urged Collin to put his selfishness aside. "Yes, why?" asked Collin honestly. "That's your business, so don't involve us," Mila said annoyed. “We are humans. We have no business with werewolves. We are not going to help them every time they need it. They love to fight each other, wreak havoc, and destroy us.”

He was stunning, I allowed white wolves were defunct. There hasn't been a sighting of a white wolf in times. perhaps this pack is more special than they realise. He whined and nudged his conk under my nib. I suppose he was asking if I was ok because I am not in his pack, he can not link me. I bobbed my huge head and he plodded back out to the others. Mila was stood in her fine slate wolf with Mateo's spurt black wolf rubbing his fur each over her. He was scenting his mate, wards others off and shows she has a mate. It's relatively cute. Werewolves are veritably territorial, kinda like a sprat with their favourite toy and someone tries to take it. kiddies throw explosions and werewolves are n

I didn’t have much to pack, and even if I did, I don’t want to take much from this place, I do not want to be reminded of this place, so I just threw a few clothes inside my backpack. I haven’t told Layla I found my mate and got rejected on my birthday because that would make her feel worse. I was trying to be strong myself, I know I believed anywhere was better than here, but I’m beginning to doubt that now. The news is that the western wolves which is an aggregate of twenty four packs, of which Eclipse pack happen to be one of them have never been in the good books of the royals. I don’t know exactly what the story is but the hatred has been passed from generation to generation.

We would never walk alone since it would be hard for them to bully us then, and we always read together, encouraging each other. Of course, we were not invited to parties or prom, or any other school social gatherings, but it did not bother us, as long as we had one another's backs. Some of the popular kids included Sage, Nathalie, Loki, Lilith, Hayden, Robert, Lila, Blake, Richard, Calvin, and a whole lot more people whom I do not appear to remember. I don't know if you know, but wolves are supposed to have their first shift at the age of fourteen and receive their mates at eighteen.

I don't want to think of him as some filthy rogue, but the pack wolf side of me do because of the rogues he lives amongst, but I can see that Mykel isn't some savage rogue. "By having those marks I thought that maybe you were different, but even with those marks, you're just like every other pack wolf. Tell me, how many rogues have you killed? How many groups of rogues have you attacked for no reason just because you pack wolves always assume the worst when it comes to rogues like me!? Pack wolves killed my parents just because our group of rogues settled too close to their land so they assumed we were planning to attack them! You pack wolves are no better than the savage rogues you hate!" H

“Because there was no Milo who was after you!” At my words, her mouth dropped to the floor. I went closer to her and circled her. “Alpha Rudy of the Neon pack is a friend and when I asked him about Milo in his pack, he said, there is none that goes by that name. So my other option was to find a ‘Milo’ for you.” I scoffed as I pointed at Milo, who was standing a few feet away. “He happens to be the only other Milo in this vicinity and he—” I glared at her with repugnance. “He lives in a small community, a few miles from the Neon pack. Guess what community is that?” When she froze, I couldn’t help sneering. “Yes, that’s the only red-light area for wolves.”

I refrained from dropping my jaw. “Damn,” I breathed aloud. “How many wolves are in the pack?” Tyler glared at a male who tried to get closer. “One hundred and fifty hereabouts.” “Seriously?” “As serious as death, Miss Channer,” Kellen said quietly. “Hey, back off! Future Alpha and Beta coming through.” “Yeah, with that!” I flinched at the anonymous shout like a physical blow. I wasn’t a person. I wasn’t a wolf. I was a that—a thing.