Millennium Werewolves Novels & Stories

Allison and Tyler. “Ew,” I spit out before I can catch myself. Jake laughs at my reaction, holding the door open for me. “It is actually a natural thing among the packs. They do not care whether they are caught or heard. It is the way of nature,” Jake says with a tone of sarcasm. I enter the cabin, still disgusted at what Jake said. I do not care if it is natural, there is still mutual respect and human decency. Perhaps werewolves do not have the latter.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

His clan was not only the biggest clan but also the leading clan. He followed Logan to one of the entrances of the Tongass forest. The open field was crowded with werewolves, there must have been at least a thousand of them. They all came from different corners of the country to be here. The mate hunt was one of the year’s main events for the werewolf clans. From the age of 21 wolves were permitted to join the mate hunt. You had to be 21 because your wolf had matured from that age, and you were ready to transform. When Noah walked into the field it immediately became quiet. They all made a path for him and bowed their heads in respect. His clan was feared and respected for a good reason.

It had been years, even decades, since one woman had two partners. Then Mom turned out to be half a werewolf; they fought, there was a war, blablabla, they marked her, and she got her wolf. And they all had a lot of babies. Like too many, honestly. I just mentioned my three older brothers, but I didn’t even get to the younger ones yet. Thankfully, they’re not old enough to attend Ardale. “You’re doing that thing again where you’re narrating, aren’t you?” Mila teased me.

It took my parents, Drae and his father a total of almost five hours to find me. "I won't. See you in thirty minutes, Draven." Then I click the red button on my phone, ending the call. After shoving my phone back into my pocket, I pull out my favorite book 'The Bad Boy's Oath' and begin reading it. If my parents or anyone found out I read this genre of books. Books about werewolves and the Moon Goddess... I would be sent to the loony bin to be locked up for the rest of my life. Werewolves have been extinct for a century now. After our ancestors wiped them all out because of their abilities. More importantly, what a handful of them had done to thousands of innocent lives with those abilities.

"Of course." The elders nodded in agreement. Families like the Sanchez, the Browns, the Hills, and the Millers, were not just towering financial empires in the human world but also held significant power within the werewolf community. Their patriarchs, werewolf elders with unparalleled wisdom and centuries of experience, had an uncanny ability to evaluate potential successors. In the werewolf - human society, anyone who caught their discerning eyes was undoubtedly a promising candidate for inheriting a vast dynasty, both in wealth and werewolf influence.

•• Charlotte’s POV ••• When I saw the new group of werewolves, my heart started pounding. Did Milla ask more people to come? But when I caught their sense, I heaved out a sigh of relief. They were members of the Silent Prowlers Pack. Milla was startled by their large numbers. She dropped the knife she was holding and led her members to run away. Olivia had shifted back into her human form and came to me. I finally shifted back to my human form, too, since Milla and her members had left.

Sera’s POV “How is that even possible?” Millie looked like she’d just heard the most ridiculous joke in history, and I didn’t blame her for that. I gave Draco, the author of the most ridiculous idea in history, an accusing glance. But he just shrugged, without a care in the world. “That has never happened in the history of the Werewoods. Besides, both packs would find it difficult to adjust to the new systems and faces,” Miles said, in contemplation of said ridiculous idea.

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.

Lilia asks, thinking this is becoming more and more folkloric every day. "Werewolves have clans. They like to work in groups just like the wolves who move in packs." Brent says, "The hybrids also have clans, but their blood ties are not as prominent as the werewolves'. Vampires, on the other hand, are predators who like to work alone." "Oh," Lilia lets this information register and then asks, "So, you want to stop Carl from doing what, exactly?" "From becoming all-powerful and taking over every so-called 'mythical' creature to exist," answers Damion.