Millennium Wolves Book Series Novels & Stories

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)

Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title. How many times she'd been told that the legendary book had disappeared some generations back. That book - or the book, as they always emphasized it - was rumored to hold all the details of their pack history, all the genealogy charts of the genealogy and history of her pack. She was well aware it had been lost for years until hints of its reappearance popped up. It was all too much of a coincidence - the mention of this town, Calderwood, and the presence of the author of Wolf in that place, were like beacons leading her on her search. Not to mention the reference to the book.

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

"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."

"Niklas, he said—he said I'm not a half-blood. He said I'm the granddaughter of the First Wolf." Niklas's face went pale. "That's not possible," he whispered. "That's what I said." "The First Wolf is a legend. A story they tell pups to scare them." "Milos didn't seem like he was telling a story." Niklas pulled me against his chest. His arms wrapped around me, tight and warm and safe. "We'll figure this out," he said. "Together." I closed my eyes and let myself believe him. But in the back of my mind, Milos's words echoed: You're the granddaughter of the First Wolf. And somewhere deep inside me, the wolf stirred. Not with fear. With recognition.

I made my way towards the pack grounds where my search team of 100 wolfes was waiting "I need you to find me a girl in the age of 21-22 with blue eyes..black hair..fair skin...she is an orphan....a wolf but no one must have seen her wolf.... Whosover matches this discription is to be bought here to me safely .. Am I clear?" "But Alpha...there must be so many girls who match this description...how will we find the one you are looking for?" "Simple ..no one would have ever seen her wolf....ask the girls to change into their wolfes..if they willingly do then they are not her..." "She will smell like a wolf but will not show her wolf...find that girl" "Yes Alpha!!" They left and started the sea

“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.

He said trying to convince her. "What! I mean don't you think it's too early." Annie said looking tensed "It's okay they would have to accept my choice because I have given my heart to you already," Jessie said with confidence. Jessie was also a werewolf from the black moon pack, his father is the alpha of the pack. Jessie was raised in a wild way his dad would always say to him "you are the son of an alpha and one day you will rule over when am no longer alive. And in other for you to be able to govern your people, you need to be wild my son".

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

“Remind me to fill you in on the rest of them.” “I will,” Kenton said as he visibly grew more at ease. “Now, back to the meeting.” He pulled up a chair so that he was sitting amongst us. “Wolf Mountain can be a complicated place. Centuries ago, it was primarily populated by fairies and elves. Then, the wolves came. Since fairies are a delicacy to the wolves, they began to hunt them. Being a peaceful people, the fairies chose to relocate, rather than battle with the wolves for the sake of a mountain. That’s when things changed and the wolves took over.” “You’re fairy,” I said.