Millennium Wolves Series Novels & Stories

Fagua I stumbled backwards as the wolves closed in. His words promised to deliver exactly what he’d said. I didn't know what he'd do to me, but I didn't like the gleam in his eyes or the wolves around me. "How come you've never turned, girl? Got too much of your damn Ma in you." He sneered. "All you need is a few bites to get the change fever going. Handy it's a full moon coming up soon." I'd never been bitten by a wolf my entire life. "That won't work. If I haven't become a wolf now, I won't ever."

Dean’s POV continued- The cells are usually kept pretty dark. Since the wolves have better night vision it’s not a problem for them, but when we turn the bright spot lights on it sure makes it a lot worse for them too. We keep the observation area dark so the rogue can’t see everyone in the room. I decided not to tell Alec and Zander because, well, I still wanted to have a little fun. We got to the interrogation area and I held up a hand so they knew to hold back a bit, then I gave the signal for the lights. The flinching and barely audibly cursing coming from the wolves? Worth it. It took a second for them to recover and I tried my best to hide my smirk as Alec looked at me.

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

“Of course, you know how being a late bloomer sucks the life out of you. What makes this new?” “It’s getting worse. And If care is not taken, anything might happen. She is worried sick about what it might mean. You know what I mean, being without a wolf for the rest of your life. If she is unable to shift and find her mate before the Carmella, she would be banished or married off to churn up hybrids for some Western beast” “It doesn’t mean shit. She only reads too much into things. She should wait. I know how it feels, I felt the same way while waiting for that beast of a man. Remember?’’

Tears pooled in my eyes. Ariston hesitated before giving me a response. “I’m sorry, but there is something else you need to know.” I could feel dread climbing my spine. “What is it?” He looked at me, “Once, in every millennium,” he began slowly, “two children are born, one male, one female, each carrying a wolf unlike anything the rest of us possess. We call them the "Millennials Wolves.” I blinked. “Two?” And he nodded. “Always a pair. A balance of power. A male… and a female… each born with an Unbound Wolf.”

I whisper-yelled. “ Ahem!”, Someone cleared their throat above us. We looked up, and in the trees were three wolves staring down at us. I sighed, “ Shit…”. ****** MILLICENT ‘Mate is here!’ My wolf barked in my head and I jumped to my feet. Landon’s scent drifted to my nose. My wolf clawed inside me, trying to take over and get out of here. The was commotion above us, “ I can sense our warriors!” One of the wolves announced almost at the same time. I started pulling on the chains, “ Everyone pull! We need to get out of here now!” I yelled.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

Mj took a deep breath and let the wolf flow through her body before filling her lungs with air and howling as loudly as she could. Mj thought she was prepared to handle the horde of beasts chasing her but the moment they started to move her inner prey kicked in and she slid her body from the tree as quickly as possible before breaking into a sprint, darting past trees toward the small orange flags. Mj managed to make it almost a quarter of the way through the course before she felt the presence of others and all the sudden a rust red blur darted out in front of her and tried to capture her with it’s lanky fur clad clawed arms. Mj instinctually bounced the balls of her feet off the ground a

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