Millennium Wolf Novels & Stories

She was crouched defensively, her human form vibrating with the effort to contain her wolf. "Stay back," she growled, her eyes flickering between normal brown and supernatural gold. "I don't want any trouble with the Royal bloodlines. I've kept to myself, followed the rules." Kenny raised his hands in a placating gesture, though his posture remained alert. "I'm not here to cause trouble," he said, his voice gentler than I'd heard it since his return. "But you're my mate. You must feel it too." Millie's expression twisted with conflicting emotions. "It doesn't matter what I feel. I'm a rogue. You're the firstborn Royal heir. The universe has a sick sense of humour."

It was the raw, wet sound of bone breaking, the copper tang of hot blood splashing onto cold, ancient stone, and the terrifying, multi-ton roar of wolves who had never known the tempering of civilization. ​Killian was a whirlwind of black fur and predatory rage. He didn't bother with the half-man shift we used in the subways; he went full beast. He was a shadow-wolf of the future, a creature evolved for tactical assassination, fighting the raw, silver-wolves of the past. He was faster and more precise, but they were a tide. They fought with a suicidal devotion, throwing their bodies at his claws just to get a single hand—or a single tooth—on his throat.

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

In what crazy world did I just wake up in? "I know it is a massive thing to ask a female," Theo says, his big hand rubbing the back of his thick neck. "My pack herald Millie Fairchild has been pushing me to find a mate for the public eye, but the thought of going to the Grand Wolf Assembly with some fake royal princess or a skinny pack model makes my wolf want to jump into a river of wild piranhas."

She gave him a look and he shrugged. "No pack may have more than one hundred members, alpha responsibilities, each pack must see every other pack at least one time in ten years, all new packs need council approval, a declaration of war needs council approval, they cover the election of the alpha, the determination of the beta, and then there are some things about human interaction and outcasts. That's about it." "Sounds like a lot to me," Clara said. "It really isn't. Like you said yesterday the council is a bunch of old rich men. They keep to themselves. Every three years there is an Alpha summit where all the leaders attend, but other than that it's rare you see an elder. The average wolf

Madelyn’s POV My nerves clawed at my insides, knifing through me like steel on ice. Still, I managed to speak. “Tell me.” I wasn't ready for what he was about to hit me with— true, but it's better I heard it now than later. “Your wolf is a Golden Centurion.” His words were a punch to my throat, knocking the air out of me. My heart dropped to my feet. My hands weakened, releasing my clothes slowly.

He was stunning, I allowed white wolves were defunct. There hasn't been a sighting of a white wolf in times. perhaps this pack is more special than they realise. He whined and nudged his conk under my nib. I suppose he was asking if I was ok because I am not in his pack, he can not link me. I bobbed my huge head and he plodded back out to the others. Mila was stood in her fine slate wolf with Mateo's spurt black wolf rubbing his fur each over her. He was scenting his mate, wards others off and shows she has a mate. It's relatively cute. Werewolves are veritably territorial, kinda like a sprat with their favourite toy and someone tries to take it. kiddies throw explosions and werewolves are n

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

“Come inspect our pup” Jedidiah nodded kneel next to Sapphire. Looking at Mileena wolf brought a tear from his eye. This is one of the happiest days of their lives. I interrupted the moment when the King and Queen arrive. They took one look at the white wolf; they were in shock that they did not know what to say. Being speechless, the crowd whisper again. It was never in history that a white Lycan exist, let along in the Nightingale pack. This will go down in history, Mileena being the first white Lycan.

"You said you came with a warning." "The Ironwood beta who scented you months ago, the one who told you that the old councils burn omegas like you. He sent word to his pack. Word travels fast in the northern territories, especially word about a white wolf." Maelis's expression didn't change, but her voice dropped. "There are packs that consider the Moon-Wolf bloodline an abomination. They've exterminated every multi-bond omega they've found for two hundred years. And they're very, very good at it." The silence in the hall was absolute. I felt Bastian's hand tighten on my chair. I felt Kellan's cold fury spike through the second bond. I felt Archer's steady presence falter for just a heartbea