Millennium Werewolves Novels & Stories

I told myself over and over again until my heart rate slowly returned to normal and she could no longer hear the wind blowing outside. I returned my gaze to the book I was reading. It was the historical account of the war that happened a hundred years ago. Before the world, as everyone knew it, ended. In 2100, the third largest war in human history took place. But that is not between two countries or groups of countries. It was between vampires and werewolves. That was right, vampires and werewolves.

' Millicent asked. 'There was war between the vampires and werewolves a long time ago, over two thousand years ago, as the legend goes', Mum Cara began... The vampires were defeating the werewolves and it was as though the wolves were going to become extinct as more and more of them were slaughtered.

Just remember that one day, I'll return the humiliation you gave me today a thousand times over! I couldn't be bothered to argue with him and turned back to the spectator stand. Meanwhile, Harken barely stepped onto the arena within the three-minute mark. The werewolf pack was massive, having developed over thousands of years with countless members. Among them, there were over a thousand young males around 20 years old. Werewolf battles had no fancy tricks. There were just brute power clashes. There were very few rules too. One lost the match if one was knocked off the arena.

The person on the screen doesn’t look like a terrified and unqualified twenty-two-year-old who just barely survived a political uprising. “This afternoon, I stood before the Toronto werewolf pack and pledged my life for the good of my subjects,” the unrecognizable me on the screen says. “Are you doing an English accent?” Tara whispers, and Clare shushes her. “Some of my subjects took that as an invitation to take my life, the life of my husband, the lives of loyal werewolves and thralls.” Me on the screen pauses, gazing steely and assured into the camera. “They succeeded in killing five of their fellow werewolves. twenty-seven thralls. Thralls who have served this pack loyally for nearly a m

She was more nervous than I was. "There is one way, only just…" Dad hesitated. "Just what?" Mom couldn't contain her excitement. I had no patience to listen to Dad stammer, so I hurriedly opened the door. Mom's hand was still resting on the door, when the door opened, her hand lost its support and she almost fell, fortunately Dad held her. "Don't worry about me, just keep talking." Mom frowned. "You can go back to live in the wolf pack." Dad hesitated. "It's just that our family has been away from the pack for more than a hundred years, if you want to return to the werewolf community, you must get Alpha King's permission."

But then, Weston continues beyond the usual oath, surprising Millan. “Millan Ellis Caelan is a werewolf of immense value to me, your Head Alpha, and of great skills. There is no doubt in my mind that Millan will bring a lot to the pack. The Council agrees, but I ask you now, members of the Blayne Pack, do you accept Millan Ellis Caelan in your midst? Do you accept him as kin?” At once, every wolf starts to howl. Then Weston uses his torch to light the fire set up beside him and the howling intensifies in celebration, making the earth tremble beneath their feet.

ALEXANDER Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was worried. This was really bad. I’d never seen a full-grown werewolf get sick before. Adult werewolves didn’t get sick. At least not until they got past a certain age. I’d, of course, known of elderly werewolves who got sick, growing weak from the aging process. But not twenty-year-old ones!

Convel’s POV This is the day every werewolf in our pack is waiting for; the festival of the red blood moon that only happens once every 10 years. Blood moon appears to be the werewolves’ source of strength during the great war centuries ago. “Convel!” I follow the voice, and it leads me to one of our dungeon guards. “Do we have any problem?” I take a quick look at the entrance of the dungeon, worrying if something happened. “Nothing happened, but the prisoner screamed so loud last night.”

Demetrius had this gleam in his eyes, knowing that she was asking questions that she didn't want to know the answers to, that maybe Arianna shouldn't if she wanted to have any restraint. Demetrius' eyes darkened for a split second before he said, "Thousands of years ago, Merlin was a powerful witch that was part of a coven named, 'The Seniorem Coven'. Merlin made an immortality elixir for him and his fiancée who was apparently a wolf to drink so they could be together for eternity. It turned out to be a trick when Merlin drank the elixir with Amara the wolf, which made him the first MONGREL, the wolf and the witch. Merlin' plan to live forever with Amara hit the fan when a vampire named Adon

She paused again. “Which is?” I asked, I'm also curious to know. “ So a thousand years ago, their pack was a specific species of werewolves that don't age. But they got wiped out by their enemies and only those three survived.” “ That's insane. Why would they have done that?” “ I guess they feel threatened that some of the werewolves are practically immortal.” “ There still has to be a whole lot of back story there, right?” “ Yes,” Bridget nodded as she wrapped a white towel around my head.