Millennium Wolves Book 2 Novels & Stories

The village of the western pact welcomed them with open paws. Alpha Mera was a wolf of considerable years, her muzzle silver, her eyes a pale green that held both warmth and a sharp, assessing intelligence. She had ruled the settlement for two decades, maintaining the ancient wards that had kept the Blight at bay while the world beyond her valley crumbled. When Lira's column descended through the wildflowers, Mera met them at the village edge with a contingent of her own wolves — not as a threat, but as a greeting. She had already heard Kael's brief report, and her old eyes glistened as she looked upon the hundred wolves who had ended the Grey Blight.

~NORA~ Half an hour later, I stood outside the pack's sacred house where the mysterious woman said she would be staying while helping me understand my powers. I stared at the building for a few seconds, trying to get myself together. So this was my new reality. I was a Millennium Silver Wolf. Apparently, I had powers strong enough to make two Alphas fall to their knees, and somehow, I was expected to learn how to control all of it. Great. Just great.

We go slow, because twelve pups coming out of sea do not know how to walk long roads, because two Miras need to hold hands the whole way, because Lena walks with Theo and Theo walks with his sewn eyes turned toward north, dreaming home. Two hundred and forty-three wolves plus twelve pups plus twelve plus four Kings plus one Luna plus two Miras is a lot of wolves, so we make a lot of dust, and villages that heard Grayrock burned and arena cracked and sea stopped being angry come out to watch, and some join, because winning side is obvious now.

Ignoring the man's taunts, I step forward, a fierce glint in my eyes. Milli, though small and fluffy, radiates a powerful aura of magic. She may appear harmless, but her abilities are far from it. I know that her powers, combined with your own, can still turn the tides in our favor. At least, that's what I read in the book. Without hesitation, I leap forward in my wolf form, teeth bared and muscles coiled. The humans' laughter comes to an abrupt halt as they realize the gravity of the situation. Fear flickers across their faces as my wolf lunges at them, claws slashing through the air. The element of surprise works in my favor as chaos erupts within their ranks.

Maybe both. Everything was on fire. Every muscle ached with the smallest of movements. This was the worst kind of torture for wolves. To be slowly starved and then to use too much energy at once. I had used the tactic myself numerous times before. Killian, teeth bared, made a sound that sounded like a cat dying. Or giving birth. Whatever it resembled, it wasn’t pretty. “You would dare harm the Alpha of-“ A shot rang out and a howl replaced it.

H y u n. I... a m... g o i n g... t i... r i p... o f f... y o u r... f i n g e r s... i f... y o u... d a r e d... t o... t o u c h... t h a t... b o o k... a n d... I... a m... f u * k i n g... s e r i o u s." She warnyth wolf spirit who gulped as his hand paused in mid air.

I quickly paced down the hall so I could get to the room faster and open this book that felt like a newfound piece of treasure in my hands. As I scanned through the first few pages of the book, it was picture after picture of different drawings and versions of what a nightwolf was portrayed to look like. Some of them were detailed to be howling at the moon, whilst several illustrations had a sort of evil and rabid look to them. But there was one in particular that caught my eye, and instead of just flicking past it, I stopped, staring at how strikingly similar it was. The wolf was pure black, just like mine. No white, silver streaks across its fur like all the others had, and this one was th

As the fight got more intense, the two werewolves shifted, so that where two men were fighting before, there was a very large grey wolf, Thomas, and a slightly smaller black wolf, Jonas. The wolves circled each other, the grey one’s eyes full of wisdom, experience, and anger. In the black wolf’s eyes were a knowing look … and triumph, which was weird because it was being beaten hands down. Several bones in its body had been broken and it was favoring its right front leg, whereas the other wolf was very much unhurt. The fact that the black wolf was being beaten did not seem to faze it, though. Its eyes kept darting around, as though searching for something, so the pack members thought that it

BUT, just around the thicket, was a breathtaking waterfall, the kind with a cave under it! I slow down to a mellow sprint. As I get closer to the thicket of trees, I can hear the waterfall getting louder and louder. It was the perfect place to hide, or be discovered! I knew my time was up. Fifteen minutes passes pretty fast, especially when you are laser-focused on something. I knew the wolves were coming. I just needed to stay somewhat hidden until my mate found me. I would just wait out in the open, but I didn’t want other wolves to find me first. Dad told me some wolves can get so territorial during the claiming that they rape you before continuing to hunt through the night for their mate

Thank you for reading Wolfblood. This now begins book 3 of the series, Wolfborn, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Happy reading! *** GINGER Secrets. Everyone has at least one, right? Mine was that I lost my wolf. It happened a long time ago—it was an accident. It was one of those moments in life that changed everything. You know what I mean. One day, everything was normal, great even, and the next thing you know, your life is destroyed over one bad decision.