Millennium Wolves Book Novels & Stories

Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

' I thought as I remembered the book that I had read. The book was about the legendary Queen from before 5-6 centuries, and the front cover of the book was a white female wolf growling at the moon. "This isn't what it looks like, right?" I heard someone say near me, or should I say Carla before she growled loudly.

Know that trouble is ahead. I stared at the few words written in the article there, and I closed the book. I stared down at the title of the book. The Sixteen Guardian Wolves - Alexander Thorne Reya, Is this true? I asked my wolf. There was quiet for a few moments before I felt her stir.

Mirra made a sound that was not quite agreement and not quite disagreement, the sound of someone acknowledging a point they found partially valid. "Tomorrow," she said. To me. "Tomorrow," I said. I stood. I looked at the closed leather volume on the table, the three hundred and ten years of silver wolves documented in careful columns, the record of what happened to the packs that received them poorly and the ones that did not. I pressed the locket through my coat. Three centuries, my wolf said. Not with the weight of burden. With the weight of something understood. Three centuries of us. I turned toward the door.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Tell who you are. The footsteps were slow and deliberate. Then they stopped. There was no sound until I turned. ‘Who are you?’ I echoed again. ‘We have net before.’ She paused and looked at me. I stared back and didn’t say a word. My wolf growled within me, waiting for a go-ahead from me to strike. ‘I am Miranda, the last of the witches of the royal coven.’ ‘Are they not supposed to be extinct?’ ‘We are. But a witch caused me to sleep for a hundred years and I had only recently awoken.’

We had the same blonde hair, same hazel eyes, and same heart-shaped face. But there was one thing different about us. Chloe had a wolf but I didn’t. That was the reason why I was nervous. I was about to be Luna but I still hadn’t discovered my wolf. As werewolves, on our 21st birthday, we discovered our wolves. But it had been two years since my 21st birthday and I still didn’t have a wolf. The worst part was that my twin sister discovered hers on our 21st birthday. I wondered if something was wrong with me or if I was cursed.

--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.

Rah shuffled through it and then dropped it disappointed, “It just explains how a clan is your friend or foe. No mention of oldest, deadliest clans.” “Let’s first look for the book that talks about the oldest and most dangerous clans, okay?” Arthur suggested. “And keep an eye out for any mention of the red wolf, okay.” “Red wolf as in Mila?” Rah asked with raised eyes. “You knew Mila is a wolf?” Arthur gasped. “I suspected it. I have seen a glint of the red wolf in the past few days, you know since she came here, but never properly. Also, her hair is red, which usually is the color of the fur of the wolf, isn’t it?” Rah deduced.