Millennium Werewolves Novels & Stories

Lunar Regression Syndrome. Even now, the name made her stomach turn. A rare werewolf genetic condition that affected one in every ten thousand werewolf children. Darlene's wolf—instead of growing stronger as she aged—was regressing. Devouring itself from the inside out. The wolf spirit and the human body are turning on each other in a war neither could win.

But after she told me that, I started believing what she said. Every two centuries, a new generation of three legendary werewolves would emerge. They have the responsibility of keeping the peace among humans, witches, and werewolves. When the previous Legendary Werewolves passed away, their efforts to bring peace to all three races were undone, and the races reverted to a state of anarchy.

He plugged the flash drive into its port and opened the file on it. He skimmed all the information in there. Blood Dawn was not a pack of werewolves. They are a human organization that has existed for over a hundred years and focuses on genetic engineering. At first glance, nothing unusual. All of its activities seem natural, and this organization isn’t the only one doing genetic engineering. But when Scott read further, and opened the files that Mila kept in layered folders, he found something surprising. They, this goddamn organization, have discovered the existence of creatures that were once considered mere myths. Vampires, mermaids, aliens… and werewolves.

I initially broaden my eyes after spotting a very recognizable figure before doing it again. Not only is the picture of the Millian present, but it also includes directions. I've studied hard enough to understand every meaning of the ancient language because I once believed I would be the empress of this empire. As a result, I only know the words on this page. “Any ailment can be cured by the Millian. However, when used improperly, it can also be poisonous. When the Millian is combined with spices, it can spark a person's concealed disease, which is the deadliest thing it can do, kill them without leaving any evidence. The Millian is also a treatment for a werewolf whose Luna had died, as we

I almost yelled, but kept my voice slow. He rolled his eyes before answering me, "Have your parents ever told you about the war that happened so many years ago? That war was considered as the great war of all times. Werewolves fought against creatures being part human, part bird, and part lion. Aside from that, there were also vampires, were-man, witches and merman too, who fought alongside wolves just to win the war." My mouth fell open,"Oh." Then I straightened myself and looked again at the medical team. "I thought those stories weren't real."

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 trees branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had their 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 the thoughts of the phantom being a product of a

Emily couldn’t help but investigate like FBI. “Yeah. Let me clear this for you. Movies and books are not real! Werewolves are born with werewolf genes which gets activated according to the particular pack and individual itself, some gets activated during their teenage years and other got activated near their 18 years” Brian replied in a sharp, he was so done with the spread of wrong information about his kind.

he replies with an elated tone, splashing some cold water into my face. “Aaaaah,” I shriek, jumping back, hitting the sink with my butt. He laughs hard, and I momentarily relax, joining in his laughing. As the shower starts running, we drop the act. “What do you think?” I ask. “Well, for starters, this is a werewolf pack’s territory for sure,” Jason motions for me to get in the shower and turns his back to me. “The Greyback pack territory we visited had no remains of any buildings. It was possibly magically moved. The Howler’s Pack territory had bombed and burned down buildings. This pack was neither bombed nor moved. There are no signs of fighting or bullet marks on the buildings. Still, I

And so did her transformational ability. Her thoughts flashed speedily to the moment she found herself in the midst of a very angry mob that only wanted one thing— her life. She had crossed the territory of the death valley pack. As the name implies, the pack was one of if not the most popular pack. No. Not popular but notorious. Through the ages, they had been referred to as many things. Wicked souls, evil incarnates, beasts of the wild, monsters . Whichever the case may be, they could fit in perfectly to it. Right now, the pack is called " Death Valley" . The worst nightmare of any person was to find him or herself trespassing the borders of the death valley back. Numerous alphas , omegas

He said slowly: "Have you heard of families Mackenzie and Genovese?" Conal shook his head, sat quietly, and listened to Phelan talk. "The Mackenzie and Genovese are two ancient clans of werewolves that inhabit the Arctic. I am the only surviving werewolf of Mackenzie, and Alfred is the only survivor of Genovese. Our two clans have had a mission to protect the undead werewolves from time immemorial. In other words, the immortal werewolf is our king. From the age of ten, we were told by the defenders ahead of us all we knew about the immortal werewolves. So that as adults, we can find immortal werewolves and protect them like a king. And this is the rule and oath that our family has made. No h