Millennium Wolf Novels & Stories

"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

Thankfully. Red wolves, yellow, green, blue, brown, gray, white, and black. A list from the lowest to the highest. No one had bonded with a black inner wolf in the entire werewolf race for generations. Even my father—the Alpha of StarClaws pack—was bonded with a gray werewolf. A fact which he prided himself over. And me? I was bonded to Molniya—a black wolf. “I didn’t do it!!!! Garek, tell them,” I turned pleading eyes towards my supposed mate and begged. His gaze remained stoic and my stomach sank. “Please.” I whispered.

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.

The wolf from my dream was here. It was physically here. It was massive, with glowing blue eyes. He looked pissed. Monica shook next to me. “Holy fuck…. I can't do this!” Monica's voice was laced with fear. She dropped the knife she held at my side. She turned to flee. Before she got the chance. The black wolf pounced on her. Chad was nowhere to be seen. Of course, P.O.S. The wolf growled in her girl's face. Monica began sobbing. I couldn’t let her die.

We had the same blonde hair, same hazel eyes, and same heart-shaped face. But there was one thing different about us. Chloe had a wolf but I didn’t. That was the reason why I was nervous. I was about to be Luna but I still hadn’t discovered my wolf. As werewolves, on our 21st birthday, we discovered our wolves. But it had been two years since my 21st birthday and I still didn’t have a wolf. The worst part was that my twin sister discovered hers on our 21st birthday. I wondered if something was wrong with me or if I was cursed.

"For the older generation, this means nothing to you. However, we have many new members who aren't familiar with their wolves yet. Thus, they've never experienced a full moon, which makes them a threat to all of us." "Do we kill when we lose control?" Someone shouted out from the crowd. Axil nodded gravely. "You'd do anything once your emotions are heightened to their peak. It's hard for you to differentiate between foe and friends." "So, what do we do?" "We'll need to find somewhere that could hold a thousand raging wolves...." Axil trailed off as his eyes clouded in contemplation. “Is there any place that anyone knows that could barricade wolves? It must be a concrete building with thick w