Millennium Wolves Book Series Novels & Stories

"I'll protect it with my life." Daphne took the book from my hands and gently laid it on the table, then she held my hands. "Kalyssa, let me be clear. This is not your book; it's the book of your people. You are merely a steward of this book, charged with preserving it for the next generation of wolves—your children, and eventually, their children." My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "My children?" A smile spread across her lips as she smiled. "Your children will be superwolves."

I stared at the massive building in front of me. The old architecture sprang an eerie, imposing feeling. Ten tall towers adorned the perimeters of the school’s main building. Three-storey high, SilverMoon Academy sat on a large piece of land surrounded by an enormous garden that’s better suited for a palace instead of a school. Located in the outskirts of the SilverMoon Pack, the school was founded by Alpha Malrec SilverMoon at the beginning of the 14th century to provide education for the wolves that later served in his court. They had the harshest and most closed-off entrance rates in the country. To this day, SilverMoon Academy or SMA, accepts only one percent of the intelligent and rich

Legendary Wolves Series. Book One: Convergent. POV. Isabella Di'Giotanno. I always thought I was different. I was certain that I was. Most of us change for the first time around age ten. But that was not my case. So, although no one made me feel strange, I felt like the weirdo. I think my last name kept everyone from rejecting me. Unlike what happens in most packs of the world, in this one, my mother is the beta. This pack is from our Luna, but she transferred it to the Alpha when she had her first pup: Eric.

Shy, quiet and head always buried in her books. *Poor girl," someone in the row in front of me whispers. “I heard Jessica heard her telling one of her friends that she has a crush on Kaeren." Oh so she's a worshipper of the asshole as well! Too bad! Both of them shift into their wolves, Jessica's a medium sized brown wolf with brown eyes, and Emory’s a grey wolf with green eyes. “Begin!" The professor calls out.

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.

' he replied then I ran forward and he protected my flank and we did a perimeter check . We were almost finished with the circle we were running in when I caught a scent . Blood . Alastair ran forward this time . We saw the Epsilon . A she wolf but a very big one with a complete black fur and she had blood trailing down her mouth . Five wolves were in the snow wounded . She already infected them . She looked up at us and when she caught sight of myself and Alastair, she ran .

“How can we trust that others aren’t near? Even if Skye wouldn't hurt you or Kath, or us, even, that's not to say that the others wouldn't. If your nightmate is a werewolf, then there are surely others. I’m surprised we did not know of them before moving. If we had, we would never have come here.” I wanted to stand up, to throw my chair aside with such force that it crumpled against the floor. Instead, I took a very slow, very deep breath. “There are others,” I admitted. “An entire pack. But they are good, and kind. Werewolves are not monsters – they are protectors.” I wished Skye could have been here to hear me say that. He would have been so proud. “I have proof, too. A legend, that states

By each other's side, as they should have been from the start. There she sat, cross-legged in the oversized reading chair next to the window, her eyes locked on the thick leather-bound book resting on her lap. The book was an Old historical Testament, the spine was worn, and it wasn’t a book he was familiar with, but after glimpsing the title, he wanted to. The Chronicles of the Goddesses’ Blessed Wolves: Origins and Legends Miles swallowed, his breath caught slightly in his throat. She didn’t see him at first. Her brows knotted in deep focus at the words she was absorbing.

"We don't want humans aware of our existence. I already told you nobody wants to kill you." She relaxed a little. "How do you do that with your voice?" "I am the Alpha, leader of the pack, your new leader," he said. "There is a hierarchy around here." "So I have to listen to whatever you say?" "You still have free will if that's what you're asking. But wolves automatically respect their Alpha. It's natural to follow a leader." "Do we change into wolves on the full moon? Will silver bullets kill us?"

The ones who never needed alliances to survive, yet lately the world has been shifting under all of us. Hunter groups vanishing. Packs uniting. Rumours of goddesses and resurrected wolves, and magic that feels older than the moon. And now a strange girl in a coffee shop, marked by something our wolves can’t name. My wolf paces with anticipation; he senses the change coming. When morning comes, I tell myself it is a simple recon mission. Bastian and I don’t need theatrics. We don’t need a parade of pack members or a show of power. We’ll go in, observe, and then leave. That is the plan.