Millenium Wolves Novels & Stories

Certainly in werewolf communities. A wolf was a proud and territorial animal. That’s why between Alpha’s who weren’t from the same summit, there were always testosterone driven stand-offs. I remember when Pernwél told me about her first encounter with Alpha Zane at Green Valley, the same way I recalled Beta Nico. Normally ranked wolves gave me shudders, after what happened at my old pack. How things can change, I thought. Now, I, myself was mated to one, becoming Beta of Grey Moon. “All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” Jake burst through my thoughts carrying wise words on his tongue.

Rogues didn't usually bother hiding when they'd already decided a pack was too weak to fight back, and something cold and immediate dropped through her stomach at the recognition, because she knew, with total certainty, exactly what this was going to require of her. Ezra was two miles out checking snare lines. Petra couldn't shift anymore, hadn't been able to in years. Milo was twelve, all elbows and no training. That left Wren and Sable and whatever the two of them could manage against three rogues who'd clearly done this before — the loose, confident formation of wolves who'd tested weak packs and won often enough to stop being careful about it. "Get Milo inside," Wren said, already moving

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

I grinned “Delusions.. You suffer serious delusions. Drugs? Or just senility? Either way.. absolutely every word you just uttered is wrong.” He snarled “You will mate my daughter. Or I will raze your pack to the ground.” And I slapped him. Just your standard every day bitchslap aimed at being the greatest insult I can give without words. He growled and shifted into an impressive gray wolf., on the spot. Essentially declaring war. I roared out “NO SURVIVORS!” and shifted into my seven foot solid black wolf. Torin roared to his troops and the battle ensued. Torin circled the gray wolf.. always keeping an eye on Delaney.. She is impressive as hell! A whirling verago of pure fury.. lightning ref

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

Ash. His back was to her, but it was unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the dark hair, the way he stood with military precision. He was clad in the armor of a general, his raven-crest insignia gleaming in the candlelight. She could feel the breath catch in her chest, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. Was it really him? Was he here, in front of her, as the empire’s prized weapon? Nia took a step forward, her feet moving of their own accord. But before she could close the distance, a chill swept through her. The hairs on her neck stood on end as if her wolf soul recognized him even before she could see his eyes.

Blakely We were swarmed by wolves, all eager to speak to us and welcome their Goddess back into the fold. Their eyes swam with hope and awe as they watched Katya lead us through the cavern. They steered clear of Shax’s massive form, but I couldn’t blame them. The God of Fear was rather fearsome. As we ventured further, past makeshift tents and rickety cots, I realized not everyone here was a wolf. There were other species of immortal, many of which I’d seen back in the city of a Thousand Faces.

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

But even the loss of one pack member felt unbearable. I scoured the fighting crowd for Miles and Millie. Miles appeared first. He and Ralf were at an impasse; Ralf appeared weary. The silver and wolf’s bane must have done a number on him. Millie was facing off two medium-sized wolves and holding her own. Although Millie did not train as an enforcer, she’d practised as a warrior since we were little, and she could take on any wolf, alpha alike. We were progressing, and it seemed victory would be ours. The wolf’s bane had weakened Ralf’s men, and their strength waned. I sighed in relief. A miraculous victory seemed imminent.