Millenial Wolves Novels & Stories

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,"

If I was going to learn about the world I was in, I needed to ask questions. “I will tell you, but it is not something openly talked about in the packs.” She begins. “So basically, not everyone who is in the pack has access to a wolf like you and Luka do. In the past everyone who has wolf shifter DNA had a wolf. But in the past 25 years. Less have actual wolves, just heighten abilities. “What does that even mean?” I asked confused. “No one really knows. Omegas were the first ones to lose access to wolves. There hasn’t been omega with a wolf in 20 years I think. But ones who had wolves at first started losing them 15 years ago.” Alex explained.

Walking away will mean that we are cowards, I ain't one, neither is my pack. I walked to the huge hall, where everyone was gathered, I could feel the mixed emotions in the air, this was the time to comfort and motivate them, we were more than able to take down our enemies. I cleared my throat, "Millennials, I know the tide right now is against us, but the reason why we are who we are right now is because we have survived numerous tides and storms in the past. What I am about to tell you is nothing but the truth, we can take down the packs that are coming to war against us, but I need you all to believe in yourself and your fellow wolf."

She said with a quiet voice. Mireille was the kind of person who never shouts. She's known as the oldest wolf in the whole of the Silent Howl Clan. She'd retreated into the light parts of the mountains to live a quiet life after clocking the long age of 700 years. She'd seen wolves come and go, seen the not so common lycans who appeared once in a blue moon at different large clans who rarely interfered with each other. She lived in the most peaceful pack under the silent howl clan, Moon whisper pack.

I told him as I pointed at a few Wolves that were close enough to hear the conversation. Alpha Leon nodded and stretched down his arm for a handshake. "So, Alpha of the Millenium wolves. There is a nice place for you here, for all of you," I said looking at the wolfs in front of me. "Jake, will you be kind to show them their new area?" I asked smiling at him whilst patting his left shoulder. He nodded and gestured for the Millenium wolf pack to follow him. Here is the link to my facebook fan page https://www.facebook.com/rishanovel/

I clenched my jaw at her ridiculous question. "I bet half the girls in here wants to take his pants off", Kailee whispered to me and I couldn't have agreed more. It was bound to happen. "Thanks for the compliment. Alright, let's begin. Wolves are ferocious creatures but that doesn't mean they had no feelings. We're just like you humans except the shifting part. Just like you we need each other to survive and as an Alpha my pack comes first. Just like they need me I need them", Mykel spoke as we all listened intently.

“Why are packs suddenly turning on others like this?” Killian studies me for a moment before answering. “Because they’ve been taught to believe they were wrong before.” I frown. “What do you mean?” He leans forward again, resting his arms on his knees. “For years, wolves have been told that ‘others’ are unpredictable. That we are feral beings who do not have the same intelligence as wolves. That any alliance is temporary at best.” His gaze darkens slightly. “What they don’t say is how those conflicts actually started.”

Bile rises in my throat, and I race to the bathroom, releasing the stale bread and old meat I had for breakfast this morning into my lopsided toilet. Pain ripples through me with each dry heave. I’m empty. Nothing left to come up, but the convulsions don’t stop for a few seconds more. Tears burn in my eyes as I cling helplessly to the bathroom wall, digging my nails into the cheap linoleum tiles. “It’s okay, Kay. Let me take over. Just rest and let go.” I can’t. I want to, but letting Milla take over would only worsen matters. When I shift… it draws attention. The other wolves of River Crest are light brown, honey, or reddish in color. They are of average size and build. But Milla?

The silence in the clearing in which the members of the pack were gathered was deafening, and the tension was thick and palpable. The two werewolves - the alpha and his beta, squared off each other, both waiting for who would make the first move or throw the first punch. They were circling each other slowly, making low growling sounds in their throat as they moved around the clearing, which had been cleared of the wounded. The alpha was taking his time, and it was evident to all those who watched the fight that he did not want to do this. He did not want to have to fight with his son if he could avoid it, so he was stalling on throwing the first punch.

Shyfter warned. "Kit, Tristan, and I are the Eldest wolves of the 7 packs, we know more about the life of a wolf. We had to learn the Trinity when writing and I were waiting for Tristan to pop up,and be our 3rd. Now our Trinity is complete and we should be able to handle it ourselves." Rex explained.