Millennium Wolves Novels & Stories

Noticed my size. Mother swore up and down that we didn't come from an Alpha line. That we were common folk who had moved from Ireland because our father became depressed about the climate. Mine and Isaac's wolves said a whole other story. We were massive, even for the larger ones of the pack. Our sizes rivaled any Alpha's

Melissa immediately bared her teeth in a growl. The other wolf responded in kind. For a while they circled each other. Who are you? Melissa thought to herself. She didn’t expect the other wolf to answer. I just need to talk. The hell? Taken aback, Melissa almost sat down with shock as she realized the other wolf could hear her. About what? About your clan. The wolf was a dark gray in color with hazel eyes. I don’t mean you harm, but I need help. Melissa kept her teeth bared as she considered this. She had no idea what was going on. Hell a week ago, she hadn’t even known that Lycans existed, let alone clans and all the societal expectations.

She shook out. *Where the heck are we anyhow, hopefully lover boy knows the way back,* Mila said. *I don’t want to go back, ever,* I said, matter of fact. I heard some howls in the distance and without a second thought Mila howled back, wanting to find the others. Wolves obviously prefer to run in a group or a pack, and stick together. It’s better for hunting too. Damien started making motions with his hands and Mila cocked her head to the side. He held a finger up to his mouth, indicating we should be quiet. What?

Millenium wolves "Look Luka, more packs are arriving. Who might they be?" I asked squinting my eyes trying to recognise the alpha from afar as I peeped from our bedroom window. They were running this way in their wolf form like they were being chased. "They must be the Millenium wolves. They were to come next according to my list. But why are they in their wolf form?!" Luka spoke from behind me, holding his left arm against the wall to get closer to the window so he would be able to observe the pack.

“Because there was no Milo who was after you!” At my words, her mouth dropped to the floor. I went closer to her and circled her. “Alpha Rudy of the Neon pack is a friend and when I asked him about Milo in his pack, he said, there is none that goes by that name. So my other option was to find a ‘Milo’ for you.” I scoffed as I pointed at Milo, who was standing a few feet away. “He happens to be the only other Milo in this vicinity and he—” I glared at her with repugnance. “He lives in a small community, a few miles from the Neon pack. Guess what community is that?” When she froze, I couldn’t help sneering. “Yes, that’s the only red-light area for wolves.”

I asked, crossing my arms across my chest. “Well Luna Rain… They are… wolves that lost all conscience. Beasts driven by pure instinct - rage, hunger, violence. No reason. No mercy. They don't hunt like normal wolves. They slaughter.” My stomach twisted. Judging by how silent everyone else was, this wasn't some kind of joke. Aaron was being serious. “But the thing is, a wild wolf attack hasn't happened in centuries,” Aaron continued, clearly disturbed. “Which is exactly why this makes no sense. They were believed extinct… or gone so deep into hiding that they'd never return.”

Usually, she wants me to handle everything, so I am prepared. I made it a few steps before I heard crying. Rounding the corner, I saw Mila in the corner with Claudia holding her. “I’m so sorry, Mila. Wolves differ greatly from the rest. I know witches don’t really have mates and vampires take chosen mates. Wolves are the only ones that fate decides for them.” “It’s true. Mates are very precious to wolves.” I said making my presence known. “I don’t know why he hates me!” Mila wailed.

The wolf stood beside it, watching its reflection on its clear waters, and was thankful to the moon shining above them because if it weren't for it, Camila wouldn't have seen what her wolf looked like. She was big. Bigger than Alpha Killan's, and she was amazed at the number of questions rushing through her mind. She was completely black, except for her ears, which were pure white, and her eyes, which glowed red. She read books when she was young. She had heard tales, and she had heard the elders of the pack talking about them. They were rare, pure black wolves with pure whitish ears and glowing red eyes. They hadn't had one in about a hundred years, so she was the first one. She didn't know

Kenzie looked aghast as she said, “What are you talking about, Oscar? Are you trying to tell us that Snow is a werewolf?” Noah cleared his throat loud enough to grab the room’s attention. “What he’s trying to tell you is that he and I come from a lineage of unique humans who turn canine upon the full moon.” “Canine?” Kenzie repeated with confusion. “Like a werewolf?” I said with disbelief. “Not like a werewolf,” Noah replied, “but a werewolf.” I hopped to my feet and snarled, “Stop this right now. I don’t know what you’re up to, but this isn’t funny.”

Jordan gave me a look before pursing his lips, "You might as well know now." He sighed as his own voice broke, "Who knows what it is now... several centuries ago it was the fiercest creature to walk the Earth. Supreme Alphas, the Pure blooded Lycans, were feared and could live for thousands of years." I didn't understand a word of it but I had no energy to counter him. I guess knowing it was a dead end would make it easy. He took a pause and bit his lips, "Then their number declined, drought fell on their land, and diseases spread in their kind but they refused to interbreed with a lower specie. Instead, they went into hibernation."