Millennium Wolves Cast Novels & Stories

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.

she repeated to herself, feeling determined. **** Trent's car pulled into the driveway of his grand mansion, and he hopped out of the vehicle with an air of authority. As he threw his keys to one of the men rushing to greet him. As Trent entered the house, he was immediately greeted by the incessant crying of a baby. The cry was loud and shrill, filling the entire house with its piercing sound. It was clear that the baby had been crying for a while, and the sound was enough to make anyone's heart ache.

I could feel Torey's gaze on us while Luara shook her head defiantly. "Yes, you are." I laughed, tickling her as she struggled to get out of my hold, giggling loudly before escaping my grip and running off. I sat between Torey and Charlotte; Sam was on the other side of his mate. Elijah had left around an hour ago, he had somewhere he needed to be. Two other wolves had joined us, their names were Joanna and Clara. They were both pack warriors and their mates were currently running border patrol. Joanna's mate was Torey's head tracker and apparently the best in West America.

"Yes, they did, as a matter of fact." "I'll tell you in a minute," Kellen said. Lance's eyes flared for a split second. "Tell me now." "Come to find out," Kellen said, his voice low. "Rory and Casen were Rogue Wolves. They both ran when they saw Xander and Elias and they gave chase." "And did our men follow?" Lance asked, his voice low. "Yes, they did," Kellen replied. Lance nodded once. "Good. When they are caught, notify me immediately."

I slipped on my shirt, clipped the pendant to my inner pocket, and stared at my reflection in the polished metal piece hung beside the door. Eyes tired, jaw tight. My wolf hovered just beneath the surface, his gaze overlaid with mine. “We finish this.” I told him silently. He growled in agreement. By the time I returned to the courtyard, the strike team was assembled. Six wolves total. Rachel stood at the front, flanked by two lean scouts I recognized from border patrol – Lyle and Mira. Both efficient, both deadly when it came down to it. The other three were handpicked from my elite – Ronan, with the scar across his collarbone, Selene, who once tracked an enemy for five days through the s

“I might not know the full story but all I’m saying is having them as my mates would be like conquering the world. Imagine seeing Sage protect me or Killian or Silva? They kill all the time when there’s war, they don’t even protect their betas because they know their betas know how to fight but now picture them protecting their Luna or their little pups” What? “Who is Sage, Killian and Silva?” I ask, all eyes are on me. Ria is at the verge of killing me now. “You don’t know their wolves? Like seriously, River what really are you doing in the Moon shadow pack?” “Sage is Shane’s wolf and the most temperamental, Killian is Connor’s wolf and the one that takes out the most prey in a blood war an

It felt calm and peaceful. Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound behind the trees and grass. Leah's instincts were strong. She felt that someone was watching her. She thought it was Paul. When she turned around, she was surprised to see a pack of wolves surrounding her. "Who are you?" one of the wolves asked. Leah was astonished to hear that the wolves could speak like humans. They approached Leah and scared her. "Don't come any closer, I don't want to hurt any of you," Leah warned.

I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick. The wolf’s eyes left Duncan for a fraction of a second, flicking over to my face. I held back a gasp, another glimmer of recognition hitting me square in the chest. No, this couldn’t be that wolf. It had been years since I’d last seen it. It was impossible. Faster than Duncan could scream, the wolf lunged. Its teeth sank into his shoulder, slicing through muscle and bone. He dragged Duncan out kicking and screaming, into the night where his cries continued without faltering.

In what crazy world did I just wake up in? "I know it is a massive thing to ask a female," Theo says, his big hand rubbing the back of his thick neck. "My pack herald Millie Fairchild has been pushing me to find a mate for the public eye, but the thought of going to the Grand Wolf Assembly with some fake royal princess or a skinny pack model makes my wolf want to jump into a river of wild piranhas."

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***