Millennium Wolves Novels & Stories

I was about to jump over the wall and run to Milo when I saw something that made me stop so fast I almost fell over. Milo had finished his shifting, and where Milo had been standing, there was now a wolf. But not just any wolf. A huge red fiery wolf stood majestically in the ring. It was one of the biggest wolves, probably bigger than some alphas I had seen before. Its beautiful red fur glowed and sparkled like actual flames, reminding everyone of little lights dancing all around it like fireflies. It looked like someone had taken fire from a campfire and shaped it into a wolf.

Zinedine muttered more to himself, forcing himself not to roll his eyes and rather just close his eyes, he didn't make any attempt to block the incoming tails, rather he stayed where he was and then before the more than two tails could touch him and Samira, he summon one of his wolves, his white wolf— the millennium wolf— who counter the tails coming towards them in speed, immediately the tails touches the white wolf, it slowly began to absorbs it. The colossal white wolf towered above, its height breathtakingly immense, stretching all the way to the roof of the chamber ceiling. Its thick, snow-white fur glistened like freshly fallen snow, accentuating the powerful muscles that rippled benea

His aura strengthened and every wolf felt it. . Maddox stepped off the stage.. taking the ceremonial dagger.. he stood in the center of the property. Slicing a deep gash into the palm of his left hand, he made a tight fist.. allowing his blood to drip into the earth “By my heart.. and with my blood.. I claim this land in the name of Alpha Maddox Quinn.. and Warrior Wolves Two Pack.” . The earth underneath their feet rolled and grumbled.. The moon shone down in a bright beam of light.. a beacon illuminated the entire twenty five hundred acres.. Blessed by the Goddess Herself.

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.

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

He was stunning, I allowed white wolves were defunct. There hasn't been a sighting of a white wolf in times. perhaps this pack is more special than they realise. He whined and nudged his conk under my nib. I suppose he was asking if I was ok because I am not in his pack, he can not link me. I bobbed my huge head and he plodded back out to the others. Mila was stood in her fine slate wolf with Mateo's spurt black wolf rubbing his fur each over her. He was scenting his mate, wards others off and shows she has a mate. It's relatively cute. Werewolves are veritably territorial, kinda like a sprat with their favourite toy and someone tries to take it. kiddies throw explosions and werewolves are n

The wounds of the past began to fade, replaced by a collective determination to live life on their terms. Three years later, the golden light of the morning sun bathed Nampa in a warm glow. The werewolves, living in harmony with nature, carried out their daily routines. In the heart of the pack's territory, Luna and Alpha Burst observed the vibrant life unfolding before them. Mira, now five years old, displayed an extraordinary talent for combat. Her training with the wolves, initiated at a young age, had blossomed into a remarkable proficiency. The pack members marvelled at Mira's innate strength and strategic prowess, a testament to the resilient spirit that ran in her blood.

Wolves scrambling for weapons, parents trying to get children to safety, my enhanced fighters trying to organize a defense despite being undermanned with four of our best down. Elena was already barking orders, her experience as a former program operative showing. "North perimeter, reinforce that fence! Medical personnel, prepare for casualties! Non-combatants to the bunkers!" "How many?" I asked, joining her. "Scout reports say at least two hundred wolves. Multiple pack insignias, Blackwood, Silvermoon, Crescent Moon, others we don't recognize." Elena's face was grim. "They've formed a coalition. Seraphina must have convinced them you're a threat to all packs."

I took the chaos to mind link Tristan in privacy, his voice weak from the amount of silver he was contained with. : Tristan, is this you? The attack? It’s 50 wolves, no scent… what?... they’re all black wolves… Tristan, what is this? : the moment I see them I’m shocked, they are all huge like Silas, if not bigger, their fur as black as night and they are all lethal and deadly looking. A black-furred wolf is a thing of legend, no wolf has ever been fully black, not since the very first Alpha, the very first wolf to ever howl to the moon. If these 50 wolves were all pitch black...who the hell were they and where the hell did they come from?