Millenium Wolves Novels & Stories

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

There were plenty of woods to run in. ‘Alpha, Luna, would you let Wyatt see your wolves? He has been interacting with mine for almost an hour, and it’s going really well. But it would be good for him to see others,’ Milly linked them before they could disappear. Rayvin and Mikael moved slowly towards the human and Milly. They didn’t want to scare him. Milly and he stood in a clearing, Rayvin could see how mesmerised he was by Milly’s wolf. It was a cute, chocolate coloured wolf. Milly had bleached her hair for so long, Rayvin had forgotten she was actually a brunette. When Wyatt’s focused shifted to Rayvin and Mikael, she saw him pale a little and Rayvin could tell he was making an effort to

Helios growls as we charge towards the closest pack, which is a small pack called Sun Moon. It was established not long ago by surviving wolves wanting to be closer to Riverstone and has done surprisingly well. The battle-hardened wolves might be small in number, but their skills are impressive.

“Melina, what is it you want? It’s too late we are already mated and you have lost everything so what is the point of this.” She stepped closer and then motioned her hand. “Because I helped find a way to destroy you.” I followed her hand and now there was a woman dressed in bright red maybe a few years older than me with the brightest red hair I’d ever seen. Her eyes were glowing red. Then as the wolves began to approach I realized they were all red wolves. We had fallen trap the Red Crescent Moon pack! This was the plan and Melina was the wolf who had conspired against us! It was all falling together but it was also too late.

A howl with a purpose. A quarter of the warriors followed and shifted, the sound of bones breaking and skin tearing serving as the music as the sun started to set. The battle willl stretch ‘til night. In place of the men were wolves, all mighty and ferocious. Fierce slit eyes, a magnificent mane of fur, and razor sharp nails digging the soil. The wolves sat and it was the others’ cue to climb onto them. Atleast four men could ride one wolf. Another howl came from Flavian, and altogether, the wolves huffed and took a leap. In the blink of an eye, all that was left of them were dust from the utter speed.

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

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.

'You should go see some of the guests while they arrive" She was like that a year or two ago when my wolf refused to show up. It was the first time in my life that I'd felt so embarrassed. My wolf showed up later, but there was no need for it by then. Any wonder then for this behaviour now that I couldn't find my mate? Another trouble was slowly brewing. Everyone began to despise me. I'd always be ridiculed and tormented emotionally, but it never crossed the four walls of the Pack House, which was the Alpha's palace. It would be a great shame if it got into the ear of the rank and file that the Luna was close to eighteen and had not yet found her mate. Which was what my father was fighting t

Just like hers—though I didn’t know who she was. Downstairs, the training yard was already alive with movement. Warriors sharpening blades, brushing pelts, preparing to impress the elders under tonight’s blood moon. I passed them quietly, head high, shoulders straight. But the whispers never stopped. Whispers from parents to children. From the young wolves to the old ones. “Do you know that the Beta was found in the snow? Like a cursed thing.” “Alpha Blaine just took her in to save face.” “How could she even become the Beta?”