Millennium Wolves Book Series Novels & Stories

she complimented Mira because she say the sorry on her face when she mentioned idiots Mira sent her a small unsure smile. "Okay I'll read kane's own" she signaled to them to give her their attention before she began" "The book begins with Grace remembering when she was attacked by wolves when she was eleven. However, one wolf saved her. From that point on, she watched "her wolf" in the woods, and he watches her.

We assume he was a Norseman, but no one knows how he got the lupus garou illness. "Some say a wolf bit him, but instead of dying, his blood fought off the infection by mutating," Silva hypothesized. "I didn't think Ravena was a werewolf because she's so small compared to the rest of you." "We're called gray wolves." Silva sat a little higher. "Ravena's a fiery red." "Are there Mexican werewolves as well?" Other types?" "Mexican wolves are really grays," Silva observed. "They're known as Mexican wolves in the Southwest." Timberwolves are also grays in the Northeast."

As we walked, the soft thud of our footsteps echoed through the solemn space. Jeremiah, a wise and weathered wolf with a graying muzzle, carried an ancient book in his hands. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. We reached a magnificent wooden table, carved with the same designs, and Jeremiah gently placed the book upon it. "Lyra," he began, his voice deep and resonant, "this book holds the secrets of our pack's legacy, and within its pages lies the tale of the Silver Werewolf." My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes fixed on the book. "Tell me, Jeremiah," I said, my voice filled with anticipation. "What is the story of the Silver Werewolf?"

Wayne muttered and Olive whipped her head at him, scowling deeply. “Don't even think using words like that on me will get me to stop being angry,” she blurted but Wayne laughed and winked. “This is a masterpiece. It contains every myth and legend regarding the firewolf, what is true and not true,” Mufasa spoke out as he began glancing through the pages. “Apparently, they're rare and only happen in millenniums. According to Milicent who almost turned us all to book shelves of course,” Crusoe stated.

My wolf then whimpered and I didn’t know if it was for Jess or Willow, but I knew he was hurting. Ever since Jess hasn’t been with us, my wolf has put out his frustrations into training even harder. Not one wolf has even come close to taking me down since then, except Willow. Yesterday in the training ring with her it was as if my wolf was being playful with her wolf. She was good, that was for sure, but my wolf found himself distracted by hers. I had never seen a black she wolf before, especially one with red tips.

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

They are kidnapping me? I am a werewolf? These men are wolves? We are outside before my thoughts finish. Cold Montana air slams into me. A van waits in the parking lot. Dark. Windowless. The back doors are open. Silver chains hang inside. My stomach drops. Silver burns. Weakens. Stops shifting. Those chains are not just restraints. They are pain. “Please,” I say before I can stop myself. “I did not do anything. My father” “Your father ordered the slaughter of sixty three wolves,” the enforcer on my right snaps. “Men. Women. Children. Burned alive while they slept.”

I typed in waning moon pack and different links popped up, I clicked on the first one I saw, its title grabbing my attention: RUNAWAY IN CAHOOTS WITH RAIDERS. The Waning Moon pack had recently survived a raid only to discover one of their wolves missing. The Alpha’s son, Adrian, who had reportedly been a witness to the runaway assisting the raiders pack things- steal from the pack. The runaway in question was an orphan that the pack had taken in and looked after as one of their own. It is hard to believe that the goodwill of this pack could turn around and betray them. Goes to show you that there was only so much good a person could do, yet it would still be responded to with evil.

I felt my insides rumble with the fire setting off like a bomb, causing each vampire to dissolve into dust. Having gone through all these years of murder after murder of my kind, I let out a howl of pain. The other wolves joined me in my howl as we all let out our agony at losing the ones we loved. After I fell back to the ground and collapsed (Alexi and I both passed out), I let Alexi take over. Nicolas's point of view: