Novel & Cerita Millennium Wolves Book Series

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.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

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

"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?"

It’s fine, completely normal to have your own undead army. My brain flat-out refuses to process the scene in front of me. I mean, sure, I’ve seen weird things lately… Paige glowing, Paige pulsing magic through our bond, Paige marking Parker without a bite like some kind of celestial tattoo artist… but this? Nine grown-ass wolves who died violently, resurrected, and apparently now swearing fealty? I feel faint, actually faint, but I don’t faint. I doubt my mate will let me even if I wanted to. Parker is frozen beside me, his hand automatically gripping Paige’s waist like he can ground her, or maybe he’s grounding himself. I honestly can’t tell.

He limped as he walked. I'm not here to fight, he said. His voice was rough. Tired. Then why are you here? The wolf looked at the valley. At the cabins. At the smoke rising from the communal fire. I heard there was a new pack, he said. A pack where turned wolves don't burn. Where born wolves don't rule. Where a woman with red eyes binds the dead to her soul. Luan's jaw tightened. Who told you that? The wolf sat down on the far bank. His injured leg stuck out at a bad angle.