Millennium Wolves Book Series Novels & Stories

Rah shuffled through it and then dropped it disappointed, “It just explains how a clan is your friend or foe. No mention of oldest, deadliest clans.” “Let’s first look for the book that talks about the oldest and most dangerous clans, okay?” Arthur suggested. “And keep an eye out for any mention of the red wolf, okay.” “Red wolf as in Mila?” Rah asked with raised eyes. “You knew Mila is a wolf?” Arthur gasped. “I suspected it. I have seen a glint of the red wolf in the past few days, you know since she came here, but never properly. Also, her hair is red, which usually is the color of the fur of the wolf, isn’t it?” Rah deduced.

“About 200 years ago, someone had started killing the red wolves. It was believed that whoever was behind it was trying to completely eliminate the entire werewolf species. One by one, the red wolves were killed until there was just one left. The last red wolf, Annaliese, fought bravely to fight off the attackers, but she lost her life in the battle. From that point forward, all werewolves were more vulnerable. Over the last 200 years, there have been more wars and battles than in any point in our history.” My body trembled as I tried to process everything that Alpha Callan had just said to me. I felt tears start to form in my eyes as my mind jumped from memory to memory from my childhood,

******* I will upload Chapter 1 under Legacy of the wolf but it will be a seperate book, Legacy of the wolf: War of the Wolves******** The haunted sounds of a wolf's broken-hearted song lit up the darkness inside Dante’s mind, just like it had done every night since he left his mate asleep in their bed almost a year ago. Dante turned his head on a swivel in the obscurity, even though he knew he was still asleep. “Why do you do this to me every night, Theo! Do you enjoy torturing me?” Dante spat the words into the darkness and was only answered by the forlorn echo of a pathetic whimper as Theron’s vast body sulked into view. The normally large majestic beast now looked ragged and old, his hea

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

Fallen leaves and dust grazed my back as I rolled on the ground until my legs found some balance and I stood up. Mom ran towards us and her eyes turned white like the moon as she cast a spell on the wolves. It didn’t seem to affect them as they furiously looked at me while closing the distance between us. It didn’t work? “It's not working. It's because of my white magic.” Mom shouted. That made sense. Wolves of the Emerald Pack were also referred to as ‘Angelic wolves’ because their powers and principles were deeply rooted in nature. White magic also worked with the laws of nature, so they might have been immune to Mom’s spells.

Wolves of The Dark Moon Series Book 1- Alpha Rick (chapters 1- 81) Book 2- Alpha Black and His Luna (chapter 82 onward) Book 3- The Beta’s Obsession (coming soon) Olivia The pain. It's too much.

But he still looks meek against Fenrir. Fenrir was twice his size. A giant wolf, perhaps passing for a Lycan, the largest but long-extinct werewolf race. Fenrir’s wolf was skinnier but was evidently muscled and agile. He was a midnight black wolf, who had rich fur, and his dark eyes were more slanted, like that of a fox’s—unlike Flavian’s round, doe-like eyes. They were the perfect polar opposites. Their stark contrast, as much as I hate to admit it, is a fascinating thing to witness.

“His father believes that his son is the White Wolf’s Goddess-given mate. He wants his son to come and get his mate.” “How the fuck do they even know about the legend?” Andrew asked angrily. “I thought that no one knew. I thought that no one was able to read the fucking books.” I looked at Andrew. He wasn’t sitting down anymore. He was pacing around the cabin with a murderous look on his face. “They are descendants of the first packs.” Anna explained. “The legend of the White Wolf is a story they tell to their pups at bedtime.” “Why did they wait for four years?” Drake asked. “Why didn’t they come for her immediately?”

Then, I’d fucked her again, ruining the whole point of getting clean and we had to repeat the process. I was NOT complaining…! “I don’t know,” I said with a shrug, not understanding why she’d be nervous, but had had enough women across my thighs to know what she wanted. “We have THE talk, I suppose.” “THE talk?” she snorted, giving me a glare that would have put a lesser wolf in his grave, and reminded me that--- yeah, she wasn’t like most women I’d fucked. Oops! “Every wolf in the pack is going to know what just happened between us,” she snorted, gesturing to the wolves that already were milling around. Most of them were in the process of rebuilding their homes, after years of neglect…

She couldn't believe that a vampire, Kratos' sister, could be the mate of a wolf. The wolves stopped in front of her, assessing her carefully. The black wolf growled softly, but the brown wolf with caramel eyes just looked at her curiously. Mirella tried to speak to him, trying to understand how this was possible, but her throat was dry and her voice wouldn't come out. She just stared at the wolf, feeling an inexplicable connection. Finally, the wolf approached her and sniffed her carefully, as if trying to confirm what his instincts were telling him. After a few moments, he looked directly into Mirella's eyes and let out a soft howl.