Millennium Wolves Novels & Stories

I have the reflex to make him swallow his words with a slap, but I take a deep breath. — I imagine there is nothing like “chastity” in your language — I imitate his tone. The wolf thinks for a moment, and then: — To the Princes this is a strict recommendation. I don't think I understood correctly. My expression gives me away. I don't need to say anything. — Our desires are not forbidden, but there are rules of conduct for wolves in our position. One of them is that we should only mate with females chosen by the Millennial Council — clears throat. — To keep our blood pure within the upper castes.

With a unified howl that reverberated through the wilderness, they surged forward, their wolf forms a blur of strength and agility, driven by a shared mission to unravel the Nightshade Pack’s enigmatic silence. Alpha Mikhail Silverclaw led the charge, his golden amber coat gleaming like a torch in the moonlight. His massive wolf, a towering symbol of authority, moved with the confidence of countless missions, his amber eyes scanning the darkness for threats. Behind him, the seven operatives followed in tight formation: Beta Elena Moonshadow, her silver and moonlight-yellow fur shimmering with elegance; Gamma Marcus, his midnight blue coat blending into the shadows; Lucas Stonefur, chestnut b

Lola her blood went cold when she thought about helpless babies being burnt alive. Tristan gritted his teeth and spoke to the flames, “Since then we have been entrapped by the Grey Oak clan to follow their ruthless regime. Founded by Noah his grandfather, passed to his father, and 6 years ago to Noah. Poisoning all wolves with cruelty and a hunger for power. But we keep remembering the Fire Wolves because we know this is not the path the moon goddess intended for werewolves. I can feel in my bones that one day they will return. We just have to be worthy of them again.”

And you know what's the scariest thing? Emily shook her head. - And the worst thing is that this confrontation lasted more than fifty years. Can you imagine how many wolves died then? After all, absolutely all clans suffered losses! We have lost family, friends and loved ones. Never, in the entire history of our existence, so many wolves perished as in that terrible time! Then a little more than two hundred thousand individuals died! - Fuck off! Emily muttered in shock. - How long ago did all this happen? - When did it happen? Yes, damn it, I don’t remember the exact date now. But, if you take the approximate date, then ... well, about one and a half thousand years ago.

A howl with a purpose. A quarter of the warriors followed and shifted, the sound of bones breaking and skin tearing serving as the music as the sun started to set. The battle willl stretch ‘til night. In place of the men were wolves, all mighty and ferocious. Fierce slit eyes, a magnificent mane of fur, and razor sharp nails digging the soil. The wolves sat and it was the others’ cue to climb onto them. Atleast four men could ride one wolf. Another howl came from Flavian, and altogether, the wolves huffed and took a leap. In the blink of an eye, all that was left of them were dust from the utter speed.

Just like hers—though I didn’t know who she was. Downstairs, the training yard was already alive with movement. Warriors sharpening blades, brushing pelts, preparing to impress the elders under tonight’s blood moon. I passed them quietly, head high, shoulders straight. But the whispers never stopped. Whispers from parents to children. From the young wolves to the old ones. “Do you know that the Beta was found in the snow? Like a cursed thing.” “Alpha Blaine just took her in to save face.” “How could she even become the Beta?”

Others, like Tessa’s, had only just begun to rise. I leaned over the table, palms planted hard against the wood. “Let’s break it down,” I said, voice calm but edged with steel. “We need numbers. We need clarity. And we need to move fast.” Victor stepped forward, eyes sharp. “As of now, we’ve confirmed eleven packs solidly aligned with us - Red Hollow, Frost Hills, Shadow Pines, and the loner clans from the Northern Ice Verge among them. That gives us roughly four to five thousand wolves, with about half battle-trained.”

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

But alas, Mom needs my help today and I promised I’d pick her up some hot coffee on my way over to help warm her up since we’re in the middle of Autumn and in Denali, it’ll only get colder from here. Luckily, Denali wolves are built for this kind of persistent wintry climate being that we’ve been living on these snowy-capped Mountains for centuries now that we've grown almost resistant to the cold. It also helps that we're especially known for having white, fluffy fur coats in our wolf form that protect us from the worst of the winds, compared to our other shifter neighbors. I follow reluctantly behind Becca as we enter the Beanery, my mood dwindling with each step we get closer to the worst

She understood the self-sufficient philosophy of her old pack, but this wasn't making sense. "Alright, so little shifter lesson for you. We are all governed by a council. The council is all retired Alphas. They look about eighty but most of them are more like two hundred. They live together in Northern Wisconsin. They make the rules, handle major disputes, approve new packs, they're pretty much our presidents. The only criteria to be on the council is having served as an alpha and being one of the five oldest wolves. So when one of them dies they know who's coming on board next."