Millennium Wolves Series Novels & Stories

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.

Ace stood alone as the road curved into silence. Behind him, the woods stirred and then they came. Ten wolves. They were dark, fast, and soulless. Their eyes glowed with that same unnatural light he remembered from his days under control. Midnight Mystery wolves. They were noty just simple wolves but Engineered monsters. He didn’t hesitate. Ace shifted. His silver wolf burst forth in a flash of power and fury. His eyes gleamed violet under the rising moon. He met the first wolf mid-leap and slammed him into the dirt with a bone-breaking crunch.

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

she asks, her voice filled with excitement. Celine smiles, her eyes sparkling with a knowing light. "It's a power that has lain dormant for centuries, a force that can shape the very fabric of reality. Just like celestial wolves and shadow wolves exist, there are other forms of wolves too. Some celestial wolves are divided into different classes and few of them have their own identities that go beyond just being a celestial wolf. Carlisle, here, is a solar wolf.”

The fight ended in no time. It was a massacre. I now understood why spirit wolves were equated to gods. Helena had single-handedly killed twenty-five evil-looking mutant wolves. I didn't have that kind of capacity. Those wolves had ravaged settlements for almost a year without suffering any casualties, but they had reached the end of their journey.

Certainly in werewolf communities. A wolf was a proud and territorial animal. That’s why between Alpha’s who weren’t from the same summit, there were always testosterone driven stand-offs. I remember when Pernwél told me about her first encounter with Alpha Zane at Green Valley, the same way I recalled Beta Nico. Normally ranked wolves gave me shudders, after what happened at my old pack. How things can change, I thought. Now, I, myself was mated to one, becoming Beta of Grey Moon. “All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” Jake burst through my thoughts carrying wise words on his tongue.

END OF FLASHBACK Elsie was so engrossed on her spells in raising the Medallion Wolves that she didn't noticed the silent figure behind her all these while. Her followers had gone to the grave of the Medallion Wolves to dig out the remains of their bones. Medallion Wolves are the only wolves in the wolf history who had went rogue. A one wolf that can multiply into three or battalion wolves at a time, hence it name. No one know what had ended their life. Some stories goes that the wolf was the first creation of Mankind, but had anger the one who had created them. Some said the wolf went mad and took his own life.

He almost cries from a weird mix of joy, relief and exhaustion when he sees the menacing wolves stop abruptly, so much so that they pile onto each other in a mess of limbs and confused barks. Millan has to retain his laughter; they really are one of the most idiotic packs he’s ever encountered. He falls to the ground and clutches his painfully pulsating leg with both his hands and leans on the sheltering tree, desperately trying to catch his breath. The pile of alphas and betas slowly disentangle themselves before their leader comes as close to Millan as the border would allow it. “If I catch your scum rogue ass on our territory again, I’ll rip your head off. Is that clear?”

Something in between. The serum wolves are coming.

“About 200 years ago, someone had started killing the red wolves. It was believed that whoever was behind it was trying to completely eliminate the entire werewolf species. One by one, the red wolves were killed until there was just one left. The last red wolf, Annaliese, fought bravely to fight off the attackers, but she lost her life in the battle. From that point forward, all werewolves were more vulnerable. Over the last 200 years, there have been more wars and battles than in any point in our history.” My body trembled as I tried to process everything that Alpha Callan had just said to me. I felt tears start to form in my eyes as my mind jumped from memory to memory from my childhood,