Novel & Cerita Millennium Wolf Book Series

“I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” Aunt Elise doesn’t hesitate to do as instructed, and once she is on the limb with me, we take in the packhouse, trying to determine exactly where to go. However, before I can make a decision, the door to my room bursts open, and a large wolf with glowing red eyes rushes in with Maverick in his wolf form on its tail. ‘SERENITY!’ His voice booms in my head, and I can feel the worry he is feeling for me. ‘GET ELISE AND YOURSELF TO SAFETY!’

We promised ourselves not to worry about the future but take the days gradually as they come and go and live in every moment as if it were our last. THE END (This book is the second book of the spirit wolf series. The last book of the Spirit Wolf Series would soon be out. Thank you for your love, support and votes)

It was obvious to me, but not to them apparently, that my wolf went into latency from the trauma of having my family die right in front of me. I scoffed, and they call me the dumb one. An education was another privilege the pack denied me- I didn’t deserve it, their words, not mine, that didn’t stop me though, as I spent most nights sneaking into the library to find books, and I listened in on the conversations wolves my age were having. I wasn’t some desolate maiden in need of a rescue from her circumstances, I had a plan to get out of here soon, by my nineteenth birthday, which was months away, I know, but still the thought of being free from these people was what kept me going.

Lucy asked somewhat rhetorically. “Well I am a half witch, half wolf hybrid like Lilian. But that’s where my similarity to her ends. I don’t want to hurt people I don’t want power. I have just tried to live a quiet life on the edge of the pack for years. Then Lilian came along and stirred up a whole hornets nest of crazy witch rebellion and it all went to hell”

This is Quillon's story and the third book in the Rare Wolf series. As always, please read at your own risk. This story contains explicit scenes, 18+ (which we all love), and an abundance of love and butterflies that may crawl in your stomach to create havoc in your system. Okay, I'm babbling. Anyway, keep calm and wait for Quillon. I'm excited about this, and I hope you'll like it the same way you liked the other books of the Rare Wolf series!

My wolf growled fiercely,her glow flaring brighter as we pushed against Ethan's brute strength. He snapped at my neck,but I sucked,my claws slashing across his side. Blood sprayed the ground and Ethan howled with fury. Ethan lunged again,faster this time,but I side stepped,slashing at his hind leg. He stumbled and I used the opportunity to pin him to the ground,the same way he had pinned me during his mating ritual. My glowing eyes locked into his as my fangs snapped at his throat . Although I knew he can throw my small wolf away from himself easily.

"My claws will track down a low-blood rogue warrior to snare his body, then my tongue will scatter scandalous mating news about their forbidden physical relationship across all the border guard channels. When that bloody shame explodes into the open, your father’s beast will be incredibly glad his line still carries your loyal name inside the den. Trust my malice, darling pup. It won’t be many mooncycles before my plotting secures your grand warrior return to the Sterling Wolf Manor gates!" Having read the stolen parchment text to the very last letter, my silver eyes narrow into tiny, freezing slits as my gaze stares coldly into the dark valley distance. Just when my inner wolf thought my co

Finally home," Mila shouted happily, throwing my body on my bed, staring at the ceiling vaguely, thinking what she had been through in those days. Previous Everything was like magic, like fantasy and like dreams.. never believable She raised the book with her hands, contemplating it with a thought that seemed very old, even the pages of it were yellow, some of which were torn from the edges! I sat up straight, opening it “ This book belongs to the royal family of werewolves only.” She read what was written in the introduction, biting her lips lightly, eager for what was to come.

“His father believes that his son is the White Wolf’s Goddess-given mate. He wants his son to come and get his mate.” “How the fuck do they even know about the legend?” Andrew asked angrily. “I thought that no one knew. I thought that no one was able to read the fucking books.” I looked at Andrew. He wasn’t sitting down anymore. He was pacing around the cabin with a murderous look on his face. “They are descendants of the first packs.” Anna explained. “The legend of the White Wolf is a story they tell to their pups at bedtime.” “Why did they wait for four years?” Drake asked. “Why didn’t they come for her immediately?”

"The Vlkolak were like any Were species until about eight hundred years ago. About that time, the Alpha took a mate but she was not a wolf, she was a panther. They had ten cubs, all wolves, there was no thought that anything was out of the ordinary. Their cubs all had cubs of their own. It wasn't until the fifth generation that something happened. One of the females mated with a male from another pack under the Wolf Moon. She had twins that grew up seemingly normal, but when they reached adulthood, there was something wrong. They were decidedly evil and became killers." "Are you saying all these women's cubs will be like those killers?" "No Morgan, let me finish and then you'll understand."