Millennium Wolves Series Novels & Stories

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

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.

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.

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

I coughed in the end as my voice suddenly rose while I stated my facts to him. At the same time, Graham entered the room and looked at us with a stunned expression. The silence stretched in the room was thick with tension, but I wasn’t done with explanations and questions. “I am a silver wolf. You are a black wolf with a crescent moon mark in the middle of your forehead. Madeline is a white wolf. Nolan is a metallic grey wolf with a black crescent moon mark under his right eye. Graham is a golden-brown wolf with a big crescent moon mark on his left shoulder. Do you really think that they will only target Madeline just because she is a white wolf?”

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

I slowly sat down on the ground even though it was hard. The black wolf attacked Reginald, he move backward to avoid the attacked, they’re running from the distance and for an instance Reginald attacked the black wolf using his talons from his paws. Uncounted attacked that he made and he bite the enemy to the neck. Wanted to get rid of the black wolf from him but Reginald was stronger he didn't give the enemy a chance to retaliate until the black wolf gradually lost consciousness and the black wolf bathing on his own blood to the ground. It looks like his head will be detached to his neck.

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.

“See how they tremble for you, girl? You carry death in your veins, and still they cling to you. Pitiful.” He raised a hand, signaling his wolves forward. The rival pack surged, teeth flashing, claws scraping against stone. “Hold the line!” Mireya barked. She shifted into her wolf form in a blink—sleek silver-gray, eyes gleaming like wildfire. With a guttural snarl, she launched herself at the first attacker, claws raking, teeth snapping. The clash reignited, brutal and chaotic. Wolves collided in snarls and screams, steel rang against claw. The valley roared with violence once more.