Millennium Wolves Book Series Novels & Stories

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?"

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She said with a quiet voice. Mireille was the kind of person who never shouts. She's known as the oldest wolf in the whole of the Silent Howl Clan. She'd retreated into the light parts of the mountains to live a quiet life after clocking the long age of 700 years. She'd seen wolves come and go, seen the not so common lycans who appeared once in a blue moon at different large clans who rarely interfered with each other. She lived in the most peaceful pack under the silent howl clan, Moon whisper pack.

Irritated, I pulled it away from him and closer to myself. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm always so interested in myths and legends. The stories are so amazing. I'd just never seen that one before, the one you were looking at. About wolves that are cursed to remain as humans. That's like... A twisted version of the werewolf story." He kept rambling on, telling the story of creation and how all 'supernatural' beings were created. I didn't know how this pertained to me because I was a wolf and nothing else but I was drawn to Motty's story and when he was done, looking up at me like he expected me to have a question of some kind, I realized that this must be it. This must be the informant

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Fenrir said, quiet, turning his crimson eye fully on Caierre, "you will see why I begged them to kill me." The memory did not pause to let Caierre brace himself. It simply kept unfolding, fire spreading through the streets of a kingdom that had celebrated the moon only hours before, wolves turning on the people they loved, and somewhere beneath it all, a shattered soul beginning its long, agonizing journey into becoming the thing the world would one day call the Mad Wolf.

I wanted to be strong for Elian, to be his pillar, but I feared that I was crumbling with every moment that passed and with every pained groan he let out. Milena shook her head slowly, sighing. “No, unfortunately not. I don’t know what to do because I’ve never seen anything of this caliber before,” she looked down at the small leather bound book she carried for a moment and continued. “I think he’s out of balance with his wolf. Normally, we get our wolf young and grow up with them, but this wasn’t the case for him.” I blinked back the tears threatening to roll down my cheeks and cleared my throat. “What do you mean?”

Meanwhile, we, Black Werewolves were treated as mere commoners, left behind in the lower tier of society, we had no thirst for blood or conquest but live with just the need to survive. To be classified as a Red wolf, you had to manifest, elite traits, primal gifts that made you distinct from standard black wolves. It could be your speed, hearing skills, but most especially your strength. Once noticed by the Alpha Saul, our leader, he considers you a danger to the community and sent to the Stray town. You just had to be guilty of being too strong. There were treacherous stories told about that place that made our childhood filled with fear. It was a place of power and competition, a place whe

"My claws will track down a low-blood rogue warrior to snare his body, then my tongue will scatter scandalous mating news about their forbidden physical relationship across all the border guard channels. When that bloody shame explodes into the open, your father’s beast will be incredibly glad his line still carries your loyal name inside the den. Trust my malice, darling pup. It won’t be many mooncycles before my plotting secures your grand warrior return to the Sterling Wolf Manor gates!" Having read the stolen parchment text to the very last letter, my silver eyes narrow into tiny, freezing slits as my gaze stares coldly into the dark valley distance. Just when my inner wolf thought my co

“I am Selene, the moon goddess. In just few years, a guardian of my own choice will rise alongside four special wolves that I have chosen. Together, they will save the werewolf Kingdom from perishing. The wolves will be called the Elemental wolves and they will be able to wield each of the four elements. “The guardian will help the Elemental wolves with their powers and she shall be their mother. The Elemental wolves will be paired mates, born on the same day and they will come from only three packs; The Royal Park, The Intelligence Park and the Power Park. The war Park is not included because the Elemental wolves will eventually need the warriors from the park. The Elemental wolves will be