Millennium Wolves Book Novels & Stories

We assume he was a Norseman, but no one knows how he got the lupus garou illness. "Some say a wolf bit him, but instead of dying, his blood fought off the infection by mutating," Silva hypothesized. "I didn't think Ravena was a werewolf because she's so small compared to the rest of you." "We're called gray wolves." Silva sat a little higher. "Ravena's a fiery red." "Are there Mexican werewolves as well?" Other types?" "Mexican wolves are really grays," Silva observed. "They're known as Mexican wolves in the Southwest." Timberwolves are also grays in the Northeast."

Fagua I stumbled backwards as the wolves closed in. His words promised to deliver exactly what he’d said. I didn't know what he'd do to me, but I didn't like the gleam in his eyes or the wolves around me. "How come you've never turned, girl? Got too much of your damn Ma in you." He sneered. "All you need is a few bites to get the change fever going. Handy it's a full moon coming up soon." I'd never been bitten by a wolf my entire life. "That won't work. If I haven't become a wolf now, I won't ever."

“Alpha Lucas, the blood is extracted and she needs treatment now. Once she wakes, we take her inside and handle the Council.” "Since it is done, it stays a secret," I snapped, my jaw aching from clenching. I lifted my mate’s limp body from the bed with hands that shook with every step, finding that she weighed nothing—less than nothing—while the bond thread burned hotter with each breath I took. "You’re empty now," Ivy whispered as we left, her voice barely there. “Let’s see how long the Millennium Wolf lasts without a pack.” Three days later Sienna’s POV

“It’s all I want to be. In fact, I don’t even want to be a psychic. I just want to write books and enjoy life.” “Then, we’ll do our best to make sure things stay that way,” Noah said with conviction. “Oscar and Kenzie will focus on finding and tagging the lone wolves with record speed and I’ll try to stop by while they’re gone to check on you. Snow will be your constant companion.” I looked at Snow and shuddered. “Give him a chance,” Kenzie softly said. “I’ll bet that, once you move past the fact that he’s a wolf that lives in the wild, he’s really sweet.”

The fight ended in no time. It was a massacre. I now understood why spirit wolves were equated to gods. Helena had single-handedly killed twenty-five evil-looking mutant wolves. I didn't have that kind of capacity. Those wolves had ravaged settlements for almost a year without suffering any casualties, but they had reached the end of their journey.

I tell them. The thought of the European wolves also known as the original’s both exhilarates him and makes him nervous at the same time. They are supposedly very domineering and not to be messed with. They have old blood. “Hey Cole. Be careful with Marius. He may have gone underground but not for long he will resurface eventually. Word has gotten out that your Luna is pregnant. That would be the most opportune moment for him to pounce. If she is out of commission giving birth it will be easier with her out of the way. I suggest you prepare yourself.” Michal says before turning around and walking away.

The book lay open between them, the aged pages worn and delicate, the ink faded but still legible. The illustration stared back at them—two wolves beneath an eclipsed moon, one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. Selene traced the image with her fingertips, her pulse thrumming in her ears. “The Wolves of the Eclipse,” she murmured, repeating the words as if saying them aloud would somehow bring more clarity. Theoden leaned in beside her, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the text. “What does it say?”

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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.

One less wolf wouldn't matter to anyone but her daughter. Let them think it was a simple murder. Let Millie believe her mother was just an ordinary woman who'd been poisoned by a jealous mistress. The truth—that June Oslo was a werewolf, that Millie herself carried that supernatural blood—would die with me. It was the only victory I had left. And after thirty years, when I was an old woman who'd served her time? Maybe then I'd write a book. Tell the real story. Though no one would ever believe it.