Millenial Wolves Novels & Stories

Was he as cold and rude as Greyson was? He's the same. Greyson is an alpha. Alphas wolves are...well, themselves. So...Greyson's wolf is...Greyson? Yeah. When a werewolf is born, they will either unite with their wolves and create one being...thus becoming an alpha, or they will create two personalities. Most werewolves fall into that category. Huh. So...if I hadn't blocked you as much as I did, we might've been an alpha? Maybe. There's no way of knowing now.

"You little defenseless packs would call on your precious council to come to deal with the rogues terrorizing your people, and we would be killed for doing the same thing that you celebrate doing yourselves!" "Is that your plan then? You are going to take our resources, and kill our people because you want revenge for us hunting on no man's land?" The astonishment and humor in Parker's tone had multiple wolves behind him laughing, but he silenced them with a flick of his hand by his side. "Don't waste my time. You called for a meeting. Either tell me what you want or be on your way."

Mira said that after breakfast she would let me go, - wasting no time, I ate breakfast. - Yes, yes, it's always better at home, - and there's nothing else to occupy a single ward. After all, the entire infirmary was a reception room, a ward and a pantry. But the pantry is full: there were no medicines and equipment here. Needless to say, wolves should not get to human doctors, otherwise they will quickly be locked up in some laboratory. But Mira could not cope with all cases either, I remember a couple of times a doctor wolf from another pack came to us. Where these packs live, I do not know, werewolves do not settle close, but in such cases they interact. The packs are small, there are only

The two men stood toe to toe, neither backing down. "Just kill them and be done with it. Baxter you can have your females return and all will be right with the packs again. All of this uproar over some insignificant little humans. Your wolves will find other mates. Rhys, if you could find this second mate after one hundred and twenty years, wait a little longer and you'll find a third." Metzger had a smirking look that left his face when Rhys grabbed him by the lapels and picked him up like he was a cub.

But I knew if we leave her alone during her first shift, she'd die, or she'd never manage to do it, and both options didn't sit well with me, I need her to be safe and happy, to stay near me. "It hurt," she cries out, and I nuzzled her, ignoring her vampire sent and just focusing on her wolf side, she finally managed to do it, she shifted fully, instead of Millie stood a medium size wolf, she's not a puppy, but she's not near my size, she's medium, a bit on the smaller size, a white wolf. "Beautiful," dad says from his side, white wolves are rare, she's one of the rarest wolves out there, being a mixed species, one who could fully shift to both sides.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

“You’re talking like you’re some endangered species, but you’re out here shifting into animals, sharing psychic bonds, hurting each other from miles away. How the hell does that work with the real world? I mean, I’ve done business with Killian, signed contracts, shaken his hand. He seemed normal, ruthless maybe, but human. Now you’re saying he’s... what, a wolf king or something? And you expect me to just swallow this?” Her face falls, a flicker of hurt crossing her features, but she straightens, her voice steady. “I know it sounds crazy. But it’s real. Packs are like families, extended, territorial. Alphas lead, betas enforce, omegas... well, they’re at the bottom, like I was. Killian’s pac

Melissa immediately bared her teeth in a growl. The other wolf responded in kind. For a while they circled each other. Who are you? Melissa thought to herself. She didn’t expect the other wolf to answer. I just need to talk. The hell? Taken aback, Melissa almost sat down with shock as she realized the other wolf could hear her. About what? About your clan. The wolf was a dark gray in color with hazel eyes. I don’t mean you harm, but I need help. Melissa kept her teeth bared as she considered this. She had no idea what was going on. Hell a week ago, she hadn’t even known that Lycans existed, let alone clans and all the societal expectations.

She growls as we move past the angry looking wolves, and I blush in return everytime. Millie and I have never had a friendly relationship. She has merely tolerated my presence. To see and hear her defending me is definitely new. Maybe giving her my meal meant more to her than it did to me. "Walk with your head up, Alpha Female. They are below you," Millie suddenly whispers, and my eyes widen. I staighten my spine and redirect my eyes to looking forward. I tilt my chin up. Wolves Amber. Wolves.

The wolves responsible for this refer to themselves as The Forgotten. "The Overlooked?" Mira, a short distance off, repeated the name, her forehead creasing. “Who are those individuals?” I requested. Fenris paused, his jaw clenching. "They are exiled individuals." Wolves expelled from their packs for being excessively dangerous, overly ambitious, too... unique. They have joined forces throughout the years, driven by a single objective: vengeance. "Revenge against whom?" Fenris' look grew grim. “Every individual.” Groups that left them behind. Alphas that deceived them. Even the scoundrels who declined to accept them. They view themselves as the legitimate successors to our planet, and they w