Millennium Wolves Book 2 Novels & Stories

I muttered under my breath, shutting the book harder than I meant to. Zack raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I reached for another, a thinner one. The cover nearly tore in my hands, my eyes skimmed quickly, heart thudding. This one spoke of the Moon Goddess and her first chosen wolves born with gifts that could either heal or destroy. Wolves meant to be balance keepers. I swallowed, my wolf stirred inside me at the words, Ella pressing against the surface of my mind. This feels familiar, she whispered. “Find something?” Zack’s voice was low, rumbling in the stillness.

chapter 11: The Brutal Encounter As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the rugged terrain, the trio of wolves stood before me. One of them, a formidable dark gray wolf, was the largest among them. He abruptly sprinted away, leaving me alone with the other two. "So, he's making you do his dirty work?" I sneered, disdain dripping from my voice. "Imagine the tales you'll pass down to your grandchildren. 'Hey, remember the time we killed Uncle Ray's mate?' You two are nothing but pathetic." My words carried a mixture of anger and defiance, culminating in a defiant spit in the direction of the wolf closest to me.

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

I growl stalking towards him again “Martin wait” Bryat says and I turn to him, anger still boiling in me “do you remember the story…the one they told us when we were younger. The black female wolf. If what he says is true…if Claire is the black female wolf she doesn’t get a mate. If this is true there could be more alphas coming to see if it’s true”

It’s the exact one from my dreams. Without thinking, I take off down the stairs and head towards the back doors. Sitka is right on my heels, thinking something is wrong until he figures out where I’m headed. It’s like he knows there’s a wolf out there, and now he’s trying to keep me inside. Nothing is keeping me inside. This wolf is beautiful. Huge but still amazingly beautiful. He’s a brindle color, and his eyes are the color of spun gold. Reminds me of Cyprus sometimes, when his eyes will change colors on that rare occasion.

"Despite your father's insistence, you hoped Bruin would give you to another pack member—another subchief—but Bruin refused. Except if I told him I didn't want you. There can be no gray. You're married to me, although in my absence. But we'll get to the excellent stuff when we get rid of the grays." His heavy palm tightened on her throat as she attempted to pull free. Lucian chomped down on Crassus' arm as her vision dimmed and she screamed for oxygen. Lucian's attention had to be drawn to the wolves in the room first, who were more dangerous with their strong bites and posed a greater threat than any of the humans. But as soon as Crassus grasped Ravena's throat, Lucian had to free himself f

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Was she talking in her sleep? “Princess? What’s wrong?” “Myka, what’s wrong?” “No, not Myka, but Delmira.” “Delmira, my black lily?” I looked over to Micah to see that his eyes and they were no longer the blue grey that I’m used to, but it is now a very dark brown. Is this his wolf talking? “Micah?” “No, baby, it’s Barin, and I’m Micah’s wolf and also your mate.”

The Resonants stopped, their natural human instincts fighting a sudden, terrifying spike of adrenaline. Killian stepped forward, pushing the massive gates open with a single, effortless thrust of his arm. The courtyard was a sea of slate-grey fur and silver-veined quartz armor. Five hundred massive wolves stirred from their slumber, shaking the morning dew from their heavy coats. The sound of their armored plates grinding together was deafening. They rose to their paws, their violet eyes locking onto the crowd of strangers standing at the threshold of their sanctuary.

--Alyssa-- I was deeply engrossed in the book I had found. It was believed that the white wolves were the first of their kind to come into existence, blessed with extraordinary powers. They had the ability to heal, control the earth and everything within it, and even communicate directly with the moon goddess. These gifts made them revered but also envied, and eventually, the other wolves' jealousy led to a devastating purge aimed at eliminating the white wolves entirely.