Millenial Wolves Novels & Stories

They would never listen to me. “She’s lucky to be alive and that’s why she thinks she’s special,” Mila scoffed, crossing her arms and scowling at me. “Do you know what happens to the wolves that get on his bad side?” “He doesn’t just kill you,” another girl answered frightfully. “He makes sure you suffer first.”

The streets were quieter than I remembered, and the scent of unfamiliar wolves lingered. Everything had changed. I walked cautiously, scanning the ruins of my old home. Then, before I could react, laughter echoed from ahead. Mila. She and her group of friends strutted toward me, their smirks sharp as daggers. “Well, well,” Mila said, tilting her head. “Look who decided to show her pathetic face here again after abandoning our pack.” One of her friends giggled. “Her grandpa used to be a rogue wolf way before we were even born. Maybe it runs in the family.” Her eyes gleamed with malice. “Is family a sensitive topic since, you know…?”

Raymond gave James a perfect smile, "last time I check, your pack wasn't even on the map yet." "Then maybe you should update that map of yours," James sneered coldly, "because we are--" He suddenly stopped, and Raymond gave him a harmless grin-- James got his title back three years ago, and hard as it was, he managed to pull the Abysmal up from the dirt it was in within two years, getting it to the second place on the Wolf 30 Packs lists no less last year December. BUT-- The Millennial was No.1, and had been for three years in a row.

He cleared his throat, turned toward me with the slow deliberateness of a man who has made a decision about how much to give, and began. "The Eucharist bloodline is rare in a way that most wolves have stopped understanding the word rare," he said. "It does not surface in every generation or every century, perhaps once in a hundred thousand years, and when it does, it comes with a cost. It has always come with a cost." His eyes found mine and held them. "The five packs that carry the oldest claim to that history are the Silver Fang, the River Moon, the Black Moon, the Celestial, and the Blood Moon. These are the packs considered strong enough to ascend, when ascension is even possible at all.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

That day he became a werewolf. Little did he know that his new-found power would not shield him from the troubles to come, rather they would put him at the center of everything. The Idols knew that a war was coming unlike any war that had ever been fought. Hence, they created an army unlike any army that had ever been created: Strength- the iron werewolf… Chapter 4. 40 YEARS AGO. Samson came into the Loveland kingdom from the northern nomadic tribes. He came as a simple scholar in search of knowledge.

But alas, Mom needs my help today and I promised I’d pick her up some hot coffee on my way over to help warm her up since we’re in the middle of Autumn and in Denali, it’ll only get colder from here. Luckily, Denali wolves are built for this kind of persistent wintry climate being that we’ve been living on these snowy-capped Mountains for centuries now that we've grown almost resistant to the cold. It also helps that we're especially known for having white, fluffy fur coats in our wolf form that protect us from the worst of the winds, compared to our other shifter neighbors. I follow reluctantly behind Becca as we enter the Beanery, my mood dwindling with each step we get closer to the worst

All the warriors were conditioned to live life as if they were in active battle so they moved without urgency or fear as we embarked on one of the greatest journeys of our pack. “Let’s end this,” I said. He followed behind me as we went to where the others were gathered. There were over two hundred wolves that would start the operation and we had several backups, all of whom would come after us. We would devastate Blood Moon hard and fast. I shifted. My senses sharpened. The ground underneath quivered with the paws of so many wolves moving at once in the same direction. Blood Moon didn’t know we were coming. Not yet. By the time we got to the borders, their soldiers were just changing shifts

Wells skimmed through my expression and continued to explain the norms of this world. "Werewolves possessed enhanced senses. In the human perspective, only five senses are known, but not werewolves. Our kind is blessed by the Moon Goddess; a sixth sense to communicate with the mind and another with your wolf," I thought that was his brief explanation, not until he trailed further which I absolutely do not dislike. "—In this place, there is also a hierarchy to be followed. The Alpha, the beta, the subordinates, and the weakest, the omegas,"