Millennium Wolf Book Series Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, it was not given to her. "Rose, you do know that the White Wolf's Clan in the 20th century were too cruel right? Not that I am saying they're not any less cruel now. But, I hope you get what I mean." "Right. That century was referred to as the Clockwork era. The authority was so corrupt during that time which made it literally a puppet for the corrupted officials. They became an animated clockwork doll for the official's wishes. They reigned and tainted the Authority for thirty years, until the anomaly was discovered and the people, the new generation of warrior arose and overthrew the former Authority." Simon voiced out his thoughts as he remembered some of the lectures they

Meanwhile, we, Black Werewolves were treated as mere commoners, left behind in the lower tier of society, we had no thirst for blood or conquest but live with just the need to survive. To be classified as a Red wolf, you had to manifest, elite traits, primal gifts that made you distinct from standard black wolves. It could be your speed, hearing skills, but most especially your strength. Once noticed by the Alpha Saul, our leader, he considers you a danger to the community and sent to the Stray town. You just had to be guilty of being too strong. There were treacherous stories told about that place that made our childhood filled with fear. It was a place of power and competition, a place whe

I pressed my lips together and stared around Nathan's empty room, feeling more alone than I ever had in my life. Yes, I had been living with two wolves inside me since I was eight years old. Ivy had always been there, sharp-tongued and brutally honest. But Kael joined her after the incident fourteen years ago, the one that changed everything about my life. I don't know how it happened or what went wrong, but all I know is that I have two wolves in me ever since that day. Living with two separate souls inside my head was complicated on the best of days. Today, it felt like a curse.

He pressed his lips together in resignation, and then forced the corners of his mouth into a half smile. Thanks for reading the preview of the next book in the series, Wolfbitten! If you'd like to keep reading, please search for 'Wolfbitten' on Goodnovel. While this book does introduce some new characters, it also continues the story of Gigi and Tyce. Happy reading!

"I’ve never heard of that kind of wolf before." Valarie’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she turned and walked toward a velvet couch placed near the fireplace. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if each step was choreographed by wisdom and time. "Sit down," she said gently, pulling a thick, leather-bound book from a shelf. The cover was embossed with silver runes that shimmered faintly under the library’s soft lighting. "Moon Wolves are rare—rarer than Lycans, rarer than the Supreme Alphas. In fact, only two have ever existed... and both belonged to the Paleframe bloodline."

Dropped it in the trash bag. "Elara?" One of the helpers held up a spiral-bound book. "What about this?" Our six-year memory book. Never finished. Pages and pages. Photos from the beginning. The middle. All the good parts. I took it from her. Ripped out the pages one by one. Dropped them in the bag. "Burn it," I said. When I looked up, Seraphina stood in the doorway. Watching. Smiling. "Want to know why the pack physician said you weren't pregnant?"

Why? "Hyin, give me that book right now." She warned him who thought what was worse. Giving her book or not giving her book. "No." He rejected her order but the book was snatched from his hand. For a second, the wolf spirit could not understand how that little omega became so fast. Giselle took that book and opened it. Her eyes went wide as she glanced at the content of the book. "Is this what you are interested in these days?" Giselle asked him who blinked as he turned red due to embarrassment.

My wolf then whimpered and I didn’t know if it was for Jess or Willow, but I knew he was hurting. Ever since Jess hasn’t been with us, my wolf has put out his frustrations into training even harder. Not one wolf has even come close to taking me down since then, except Willow. Yesterday in the training ring with her it was as if my wolf was being playful with her wolf. She was good, that was for sure, but my wolf found himself distracted by hers. I had never seen a black she wolf before, especially one with red tips.

I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling, and moved to the shelf to retrieve a book titled *Dark Realm*, written by one of Raven’s own—a wolf who had broken free from the darkness and reclaimed his purity. I admired the author’s courage, documenting a journey he had witnessed with his own eyes. The book began with King Ravengrim, the ruthless Lord of the Dark Realm, whose thirst for power was insatiable. Human souls were not enough for him; he craved dominion not only over the Dark Realm but also over Earth and Heaven. Ravengrim’s closest friend was Shawn, a lone wolf who despised packs and the old ways. Ravengrim had tempted Shawn with a promise of power—to make him stronger than any Al

As we walked, the soft thud of our footsteps echoed through the solemn space. Jeremiah, a wise and weathered wolf with a graying muzzle, carried an ancient book in his hands. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. We reached a magnificent wooden table, carved with the same designs, and Jeremiah gently placed the book upon it. "Lyra," he began, his voice deep and resonant, "this book holds the secrets of our pack's legacy, and within its pages lies the tale of the Silver Werewolf." My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes fixed on the book. "Tell me, Jeremiah," I said, my voice filled with anticipation. "What is the story of the Silver Werewolf?"