Millennium Wolves Book Novels & Stories

"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."

the Black Wolf growled, his eyes fixed on Millent. "We will not rest until we have what we want. And we will take it, no matter the cost." With those ominous words, the Black Wolf disappeared back into the shadows, leaving Millent and the werewolf pack on edge. They knew that the Moon Clan would be back, and they would be ready. Millicent looked up at her triplets, fear and determination mingling in her gaze. She knew that their love for each other would be tested in the battles to come, and she could only hope that it would be enough to defeat their enemies.

she complimented Mira because she say the sorry on her face when she mentioned idiots Mira sent her a small unsure smile. "Okay I'll read kane's own" she signaled to them to give her their attention before she began" "The book begins with Grace remembering when she was attacked by wolves when she was eleven. However, one wolf saved her. From that point on, she watched "her wolf" in the woods, and he watches her.

She said with a quiet voice. Mireille was the kind of person who never shouts. She's known as the oldest wolf in the whole of the Silent Howl Clan. She'd retreated into the light parts of the mountains to live a quiet life after clocking the long age of 700 years. She'd seen wolves come and go, seen the not so common lycans who appeared once in a blue moon at different large clans who rarely interfered with each other. She lived in the most peaceful pack under the silent howl clan, Moon whisper pack.

“Go on, then. Tell the kid what you told us. She went through all that trouble to get you out of your sticky situation. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be of use.” Elias’s feathers ruffled at Ulrich’s clear threat. Thankfully, he chose to ignore it. “Solana has taken the City of Dusk and Dawn.” Well, fuck. I had wondered why each of my mates were grim when I entered. Now it all made sense. I’d never had the pleasure of visiting that particular city, but from their accounts it was a beautiful place. It was where the immortal wolves, the ones Lunette had transformed, lived in peace and prosperity.

’ ‘It’s –‘ She stopped and the wolf ahead, sensing our presence, stopped too and then it turned its head and I took a proper look at it. The first wolf I had seen had been my father, a huge black wolf that could not have been real but this one seemed even more unreal. Midnight black fur that glistened even in the grayish day, sharp golden eyes and almost twice the size of my father, such a wolf was staring at me. Then it started to walk my way and I fought the urge to run off. Its presence pressed down on me and Grace hissed. ‘What the hell is he doing filling this place with his scent?’

Then, I’d fucked her again, ruining the whole point of getting clean and we had to repeat the process. I was NOT complaining…! “I don’t know,” I said with a shrug, not understanding why she’d be nervous, but had had enough women across my thighs to know what she wanted. “We have THE talk, I suppose.” “THE talk?” she snorted, giving me a glare that would have put a lesser wolf in his grave, and reminded me that--- yeah, she wasn’t like most women I’d fucked. Oops! “Every wolf in the pack is going to know what just happened between us,” she snorted, gesturing to the wolves that already were milling around. Most of them were in the process of rebuilding their homes, after years of neglect…

I wanted to be strong for Elian, to be his pillar, but I feared that I was crumbling with every moment that passed and with every pained groan he let out. Milena shook her head slowly, sighing. “No, unfortunately not. I don’t know what to do because I’ve never seen anything of this caliber before,” she looked down at the small leather bound book she carried for a moment and continued. “I think he’s out of balance with his wolf. Normally, we get our wolf young and grow up with them, but this wasn’t the case for him.” I blinked back the tears threatening to roll down my cheeks and cleared my throat. “What do you mean?”

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.