Millennium Werewolves Novels & Stories

"Put her on trial! Give her punishment!" Familiar pack mates of the past bared their fangs at me, glaring viciously as if they wanted to tear me to pieces right then and there. My body trembled even more violently; my wolf , dormant for years, was stimulated into waking and kept sending desperate pleas to Silas. Tears streamed endlessly from my eyes as I tried to soothe my wolf . The witch's face blurred before my eyes; she hesitated for a moment and looked up at Silas on the dais.

she continues. For werewolves, you don’t find your mate until you turn eighteen. If the male turns eighteen first, he might feel the connection before the female does. Males can either wait to tell the female when she comes of age, or they can mark her early—but waiting until she’s eighteen is more respectful. “I can totally see you two together,” Tara says. I glance at her, smirking with bright, happy eyes. “We’ve been friends forever… do you think he’ll tell me if I am?” I ask. She shrugs.

The imperial capital was a city of gilded masks and whispering secrets, its marble towers reaching for the heavens while its streets pulsed with the blood of the forgotten. Nia had walked its stone paths before, as a child, holding her mother’s hand as they shopped for food. Now, she walked as an assassin, her every step calculated, every breath measured. She was no longer Nia Wolfsong—the girl whose village had been burned and destroyed. Now, she was "Mist Fang," the most elusive, feared assassin in the empire.

Her eyes went wide with genuine terror. "What are you doing?" she gasped. "You can't…this isn't…" The entire temple went silent. Every wolf…Millen's soldiers, everybody in the temple felt it. The presence of something they'd only heard about in legends. A True Omega. A Pure Bloodline. The kind of wolf that came once in a generation. “You thought you had won, you thought that my mate was dead?” I said, looking at Damon that lay lifeless. “Pretty words, your mate is dead!” millen said ,but now, I could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

Henry was quarterback; Collins would take the role next year; I would step into it when my turn came. From the outside we looked like any normal, human family. But the truth is, we were not. Every child born into the Muskegon line were werewolves. Well, the story goes back to the 1700s’ during the Salem witch trials. Let's just say one of the witches got really pissed off and turned the whole Muskegons family into wolves. It's not that bad actually, but there was one side effect to it. Our mates were to be Humans.

But I need you to trust me, even in death. You are not entirely human, my sweet girl. You are a werewolf. So was I. It runs in our blood, passed down through generations of our pack. But Millie, you probably won't experience your first transformation as a teenager like a normal werewolf. From the day you were born, I gave you wolfsbane. Small doses, carefully measured, mixed into your food. Not enough to harm you, but enough to suppress your wolf. I did this to protect you from human scientists and to give you a normal childhood, away from the violence of our world.

Lilith said “But werewolves can wear clothes in wolf form, can’t they?” Lilith rolled her eyes at me. Some habits die hard. “Anyway, you’ll be going into labor soon. Being the descendant of a Golden Lycan, it’s going to be extraordinary. However, Kaelen is just a low-rank Omega. If you have a golden pup, aren’t you afraid of people being suspicious?” Werewolf births were divided into three stages: gestation, labor, and awakening. During labor, the pup’s fur color would reveal its bloodline, and awakening would happen when a pup shifted from human to wolf form for the first time.

With a determined sigh, he revved up his motorcycle and headed back to his mansion. As the days turned into weeks, Simon's determination to win Mara's heart only grew stronger. He immersed himself in research, spending countless hours pouring over ancient texts, scrolls, and documents that held the secrets of the supernatural world. He reached out to contacts from his past life as a vampire, seeking insights and guidance from those who had a deeper understanding of the intricate dynamics between werewolf packs and the centuries-old enmity between vampires and werewolves.

“You think I’m the monster? Let’s go and have a closer look at what they do then shall we?” Dan jumped forward and grabbed the back of my neck, digging the tips of his fingers into my skin. His other hand gripped my arm and pushed my body forward towards the broken entrance door. “Look at the bloodshed, Millie. When the fuck are you going to wise up? Werewolves are fucking barbaric wild animals that love the taste of blood.”

"No, Del, you know what you're going to do is very wrong." "Delaphine," Junior again called her. "I'm coming, give me a sec," Delaphine told him. "You don't have to come, Delaphine," said to me. "Werewolves can kill you," I tried to talk her out of going. "Werewolves don't normally come out during the day time there mostly out during the night," she told me. Werewolves truly did mostly come out at night to hunt us. During the daytime, it seems they rested saving their energy for the night.