Millennium Wolves Cast Novels & Stories

The shift was painful and they all let out an animal-like growl which shook the whole place. After minutes of screaming and bones breaking, there stood three wolves in replace of the three elementals that were there. One was blue in color, one brown and another grey. And they all looked beautiful. As soon as they changed to their wolves, Ryder, Brenda, Teresa, Maxwell, Angela and Dwight all felt a new feel of power run through their veins. It’s something they’ve never felt before and it was amazing. “Did you feel that?” Brenda asked and the rest nodded. “It was wonderful”, Teresa added.

The truth was close. And Silvercrest held the key. They had barely crossed into Silvercrest’s land when the first warning came. A single howl—long, deep, commanding. Theoden slowed. So did the others. Within seconds, they were surrounded. A dozen wolves stepped from the shadows, massive and silent, their silver-gray fur almost blending into the mist. But it was their eyes that caught Theoden’s attention. Not gold. Not brown. Silver. Cold. Calculating. The wolves of Silvercrest weren’t like other packs. They were old. Not just in age—but in purpose. And right now, they were watching Theoden like they were deciding whether to kill him or hear him out.

Liam responded callously. “You’re so fucking arrogant, and that’s what’ll get you killed. I’ve had ten years to prepare for this day. While you were out there fucking around with she-wolves and unworthy half-breeds, I was training as a warrior and building my pack from inside yours.” He let out a sharp whistle, and suddenly, a hundred or so people pushed forward. There were a lot of faces I didn’t recognize, but there were a few at the front, grinning from ear to ear that I did. Nola and Tammy were there, as was a young she-wolf with silver hair that I instantly recognized as the small grey wolf. There were a couple of male wolves I recognized from the bar, but everyone else wasn’t familiar.

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

"I won't run. Fred, I'll be with you this time." I snickered. Just when the wolves thought of pouncing, I opened my bandaged hand in front of them, glaring at them. "Back off!" At my command, the wolves subconsciously retreated. Rosa was behind me. The wolf behind her was about to pounce at her. The wolf in front of Megan was also about to pounce at her. I chose to help Megan instead. I yelled for Philip, and he immediately went up to protect Rosa. When I pulled Megan into my arms, I could feel a burning gaze on me. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

--- Twenty minutes later, I was standing at the boundary of my territory watching twenty-three Eastern Pack wolves circle the Sterling Industries warehouse like they owned it. Forty of my wolves stood at my back, perfectly silent, perfectly controlled. Waiting for my command. Sophie had done exactly what I'd ordered. Professional. Disciplined. Not one wolf out of position. And at the front of Marcus's formation, wearing a smile that promised violence, was the man himself. Marcus Kane had come to my territory. Personally. Brought twenty-three wolves across my boundary in the middle of a political dinner where visiting Alphas could witness every detail of my response.

Jeremy Jensen, better known to the werewolves as Arfak, was a scrawny man with a big mouth and a bad attitude. Despite his small size and unimpressive appearance, the man was surprisingly strong. In the town, he had a reputation for trouble making. Among the wolves, he had a reputation for... other things. He had a great tendency to avoid work, and because of his position among the wolves, he rarely had need of it. There were always some among the Omegas ready to serve the Delta, even as men.

Certainly in werewolf communities. A wolf was a proud and territorial animal. That’s why between Alpha’s who weren’t from the same summit, there were always testosterone driven stand-offs. I remember when Pernwél told me about her first encounter with Alpha Zane at Green Valley, the same way I recalled Beta Nico. Normally ranked wolves gave me shudders, after what happened at my old pack. How things can change, I thought. Now, I, myself was mated to one, becoming Beta of Grey Moon. “All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” Jake burst through my thoughts carrying wise words on his tongue.

Julian had no choice but to admit defeat. "Fine, you've won this time, Logan, but I’ll beat you in a race eventually," Julian says. “Don’t bet on it,” Logan said, turning to face him. Logan always beats Julian in their races; it's a long-standing pattern. Now 18, Julian, Simone, and he went for a run, but this time was unusual. Having shifted young, the three decided to run as wolves. Logan, whose wolf name is Phoenix, is a gray and white wolf with deep, dark blue eyes. Julian's wolf, Hunter, is light brown with black stripes and boasts green eyes. Simone's wolf, Bailey, is chocolate brown with yellow eyes. Logan's wolf, the biggest of the three, was irrelevantly sized; his destiny as the fu