Millennium Wolves Book Novels & Stories

As I stepped out of his territory with 100's of wolfes standing by my side my last words left all the pack members in shock of their life. "A Queen of rogues is meant to rule with freedom not to be prisoned in packs"

The three wolves kept their assassin in a tight pocket between them as they began trying to fight off the sudden and absolute, vicious onslaught from the moonwalkers. Mj heard the sound of another howl, this time the sound practically sang to her body and she attempted to climb over Jay’s strawberry blonde fur shoulder to see where it was coming from. As the Quicksilver wolves continued to fight and bite, the same voice howled again and this time in the distance, Mj barely caught sight of an enormous figure before the walkers began to circle the wolves in an almost uniformed behavior. The melody of the new howl was virtually eating at Mj’s body, and she dropped to the ground before rollin

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

As I closed the distance, the smell of decay blew my way, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Whoever was on our land was close. Just as I was about to grab Maddie, a scrawny and sickly wolf skidded around the house, foam dripping from its muzzle. My eyes burned as I felt my beast come forward, needing to protect our baby. Maddie stumbled with surprise as I jumped over her head, shifting mid-air into my wolf and colliding with the rogue. I could hear her crying behind me as I bit and clawed at the intruder.

Be careful," I cautioned her as she flipped the first page in the book. Putting an end to her rush, she flipped the pages of the book slowly. I saw many stories of wolves. One page captured my attention. "Wait a minute," I said, stopping Damia. She opened the page and started to read to see what grabbed my attention. "The Alphas, who have black fur, are the most powerful wolves. There were two different kinds of black wolves that the members of this pack were scared of when they lived inside the forest many years ago, when the pack was not as modern as it is today. The first one has blue eyes, and the second one has red eyes. If they were to come into contact with one another during any war,

“Rafael… Rafael’s army has arrived.” Killian’s forces tried to regroup, but before they could, another wave of wolves appeared. This time, they came from the south. Leading them was a massive red wolf, its fur blazing like fire under the bright sun. The wolf stood on a rocky outcrop, her stance commanding as she let out a powerful howl. The sound echoed across the battlefield, sharp and clear, like a command. Half of Killian's army froze at that, their movements stopping as if held by invisible chains. She howled again, louder this time, and something incredible happened—the warriors turned toward her. Slowly, they bowed, then, without hesitation, rushed to join her side.

"The full truth." From inside his jacket, Owen pulled a worn leather book. Its pages yellowed with age, its binding cracked and failing. "This belongs to our family," he explained. "Passed down through generations. It tells of a time when wolves were divided—some following the path of the Moon Goddess, others turning to darker powers." He opened the book to a marked page. On it was a drawing that made Elias's blood run cold—a black wolf with tendrils of shadow stretching from its body, consuming everything in its path.

A howl with a purpose. A quarter of the warriors followed and shifted, the sound of bones breaking and skin tearing serving as the music as the sun started to set. The battle willl stretch ‘til night. In place of the men were wolves, all mighty and ferocious. Fierce slit eyes, a magnificent mane of fur, and razor sharp nails digging the soil. The wolves sat and it was the others’ cue to climb onto them. Atleast four men could ride one wolf. Another howl came from Flavian, and altogether, the wolves huffed and took a leap. In the blink of an eye, all that was left of them were dust from the utter speed.

The journal tumbled from the table, and the pages fluttered open like wings in the breeze. My eyes fell on the exposed words, and despite my hesitation, curiosity gripped me. I picked up the leather-bound book and began reading. It wasn’t a diary as I had initially assumed but a record of the history of the land. The North and South Kingdoms had long been divided, and each kingdom had its own ruler. As I skimmed through the lines, my heart raced. I reached a section detailing an ancient tribe of wolves—the Andals and the Nine Wolves. They were described as powerful, mystical wolves, thought to be extinct, who once lived in harmony with the moon and the stars. They were the guardians of a pow

I carefully opened the book, the pages crackling with age, and began to read. The text was written in an ancient script, difficult to decipher, but the more I read, the more a sense of dread settled over me. It spoke of a rare lineage of wolves, ones with powers that could either save or destroy. My heart pounded as the descriptions started to match what I had seen in Emily, the strange glow in her eyes, the way her presence had started to affect those around her, even me.