Novel & Cerita Millennium Wolves Book Series

I hated it when my wolf consumed me, and I hated it even more when it uses my body to mate to satisfy its lust. I looked down at Mila’s flush face as she continued begging for me to fuck her. It really was an irresistible sight. For a split of a second, I thought that giving in to my urges and climbing on top of her to give her what she wanted and needed might not be so bad after all. Our wolves will calm down and retreat once we’re completed the act of mating. If only things were that simple and we humans didn’t have to wake up the deal with the consequences of our animalistic lust. “You’re really not playing fair, Mila. You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now…” I murmured al

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.

“Alpha Lucas, the blood is extracted and she needs treatment now. Once she wakes, we take her inside and handle the Council.” "Since it is done, it stays a secret," I snapped, my jaw aching from clenching. I lifted my mate’s limp body from the bed with hands that shook with every step, finding that she weighed nothing—less than nothing—while the bond thread burned hotter with each breath I took. "You’re empty now," Ivy whispered as we left, her voice barely there. “Let’s see how long the Millennium Wolf lasts without a pack.” Three days later Sienna’s POV

He almost cries from a weird mix of joy, relief and exhaustion when he sees the menacing wolves stop abruptly, so much so that they pile onto each other in a mess of limbs and confused barks. Millan has to retain his laughter; they really are one of the most idiotic packs he’s ever encountered. He falls to the ground and clutches his painfully pulsating leg with both his hands and leans on the sheltering tree, desperately trying to catch his breath. The pile of alphas and betas slowly disentangle themselves before their leader comes as close to Millan as the border would allow it. “If I catch your scum rogue ass on our territory again, I’ll rip your head off. Is that clear?”

Dayne’s POV The red-eyed wolf’s growl vibrates through the night, its presence a cold weight in my gut as I stand at the upstairs window, Talis’s warmth pressed against my side. Glynn’s taunt echoes below, his cruel smile fixed on Talis, but that unknown wolf, larger, wilder, not one of his shifts the game. My wolf snarls, torn between ripping Glynn apart and shielding Talis from this new threat, the mate bond pulsing with her fierce resolve.

Told me that my place was on the streets and nowhere else. The two men finally passed a cafe on the other side of the street. I turned left, into an alley. My body shuddered at the prospect of turning. The wolf I had was a vicious thing. Had no mercy or grace. But she came in handy in situations like these. If she decided to show face. Unlike normal wolves, I struggled to turn. Had struggled since my first full moon after my thirteenth birthday. Apparently, not all wolves had minds of their own. Only mine.

“It’s all I want to be. In fact, I don’t even want to be a psychic. I just want to write books and enjoy life.” “Then, we’ll do our best to make sure things stay that way,” Noah said with conviction. “Oscar and Kenzie will focus on finding and tagging the lone wolves with record speed and I’ll try to stop by while they’re gone to check on you. Snow will be your constant companion.” I looked at Snow and shuddered. “Give him a chance,” Kenzie softly said. “I’ll bet that, once you move past the fact that he’s a wolf that lives in the wild, he’s really sweet.”

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

“Don’t worry about that. A while back, I already planted a few of our own into the Hadleigh school staff. They’ll know who you are. Leave the homeworking and grading up to them.” “Thank you, sir,” Beau said, gratefulness flowing through him. “I’ll take care of everything.” And he was not going to disappoint. For the last five years, Ardglass was like a father to Beau, saving him from the world of humans and molding him into a strong-willed, self-reliant lycanthrope. He was the man who saved him after all. Ardglass’ lips curled into a small smile. “Good. It’s time we reignite the war between wolves and humans. And this time, we aren’t stopping with a cup half-full.”

Ash. His back was to her, but it was unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the dark hair, the way he stood with military precision. He was clad in the armor of a general, his raven-crest insignia gleaming in the candlelight. She could feel the breath catch in her chest, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. Was it really him? Was he here, in front of her, as the empire’s prized weapon? Nia took a step forward, her feet moving of their own accord. But before she could close the distance, a chill swept through her. The hairs on her neck stood on end as if her wolf soul recognized him even before she could see his eyes.