Millennium Wolves Book Novels & Stories

She growls as we move past the angry looking wolves, and I blush in return everytime. Millie and I have never had a friendly relationship. She has merely tolerated my presence. To see and hear her defending me is definitely new. Maybe giving her my meal meant more to her than it did to me. "Walk with your head up, Alpha Female. They are below you," Millie suddenly whispers, and my eyes widen. I staighten my spine and redirect my eyes to looking forward. I tilt my chin up. Wolves Amber. Wolves.

I replied, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught in the act of browsing for a book. Miles nodded, his eyes flicking to the book in my hand. “You like history?” he asked, a grin spreading across his face. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but smile back at him. “Yeah, I do,” I admitted, feeling a little shy about my interests. Miles chuckled and began to tell me about the history book in my hand. It was called “The Werewolf Chronicles: A History of Lycanthropy,” and it delved into the long and mysterious history of werewolves.

Ten years had passed since the day the fire fell like the wrath of gods on the quiet village of Wolfsong, but the memories still seared through Nia’s mind as though they had been born just yesterday. She had been a child, barely ten, clinging to the smell of pine and the sound of her parents' voices, safe in the isolation of the borderlands. But the world outside had come crashing in with banners of iron and flame.

He took a seat on the step and signaled for Clara to sit next to him. "You haven't asked who bit you yet." Clara automatically grabbed her calf, the pain felt like a distant memory now. She felt the less she knew the easier it would be to forget. "Wolves are pack creatures. We live for the pack. Without one we will go crazy. Without one you will go crazy." "What are you talking about?" Clara was confused.

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

They were able to infiltrate the Hotel within minutes. Helicent was the first inside, shooting Vampire after Vampire with a shotgun loaded with ultraviolet. Lyall followed just behind her. They might not adore each other, but they are mated. And Lyall couldn’t help but protect Helicent with his life, she is despite everything, his Wolf Tamer.

Certainly in werewolf communities. A wolf was a proud and territorial animal. That’s why between Alpha’s who weren’t from the same summit, there were always testosterone driven stand-offs. I remember when Pernwél told me about her first encounter with Alpha Zane at Green Valley, the same way I recalled Beta Nico. Normally ranked wolves gave me shudders, after what happened at my old pack. How things can change, I thought. Now, I, myself was mated to one, becoming Beta of Grey Moon. “All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” Jake burst through my thoughts carrying wise words on his tongue.

But even the loss of one pack member felt unbearable. I scoured the fighting crowd for Miles and Millie. Miles appeared first. He and Ralf were at an impasse; Ralf appeared weary. The silver and wolf’s bane must have done a number on him. Millie was facing off two medium-sized wolves and holding her own. Although Millie did not train as an enforcer, she’d practised as a warrior since we were little, and she could take on any wolf, alpha alike. We were progressing, and it seemed victory would be ours. The wolf’s bane had weakened Ralf’s men, and their strength waned. I sighed in relief. A miraculous victory seemed imminent.

He almost cries from a weird mix of joy, relief and exhaustion when he sees the menacing wolves stop abruptly, so much so that they pile onto each other in a mess of limbs and confused barks. Millan has to retain his laughter; they really are one of the most idiotic packs he’s ever encountered. He falls to the ground and clutches his painfully pulsating leg with both his hands and leans on the sheltering tree, desperately trying to catch his breath. The pile of alphas and betas slowly disentangle themselves before their leader comes as close to Millan as the border would allow it. “If I catch your scum rogue ass on our territory again, I’ll rip your head off. Is that clear?”