Millennium Wolves Series Novels & Stories

Dayne’s POV The red-eyed wolf’s growl vibrates through the night, its presence a cold weight in my gut as I stand at the upstairs window, Talis’s warmth pressed against my side. Glynn’s taunt echoes below, his cruel smile fixed on Talis, but that unknown wolf, larger, wilder, not one of his shifts the game. My wolf snarls, torn between ripping Glynn apart and shielding Talis from this new threat, the mate bond pulsing with her fierce resolve.

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

"The Vlkolak were like any Were species until about eight hundred years ago. About that time, the Alpha took a mate but she was not a wolf, she was a panther. They had ten cubs, all wolves, there was no thought that anything was out of the ordinary. Their cubs all had cubs of their own. It wasn't until the fifth generation that something happened. One of the females mated with a male from another pack under the Wolf Moon. She had twins that grew up seemingly normal, but when they reached adulthood, there was something wrong. They were decidedly evil and became killers." "Are you saying all these women's cubs will be like those killers?" "No Morgan, let me finish and then you'll understand."

Tell who you are. The footsteps were slow and deliberate. Then they stopped. There was no sound until I turned. ‘Who are you?’ I echoed again. ‘We have net before.’ She paused and looked at me. I stared back and didn’t say a word. My wolf growled within me, waiting for a go-ahead from me to strike. ‘I am Miranda, the last of the witches of the royal coven.’ ‘Are they not supposed to be extinct?’ ‘We are. But a witch caused me to sleep for a hundred years and I had only recently awoken.’

It locked eyes with the dark brown wolf. Mallory tried moving out of the way but the dark brown wolf snapped at her, keeping her in the area between the two wolves. The dark red wolf backed up and went to lunge. Mallory found herself ducking and the wolf went over her head. It landed in front of Mallory letting out a loud growl and lunged for the dark brown wolf. At the last second Mallory noticed the dark red wolf’s eyes glowing red with an amber ring and knew they were from Red Woods. She was torn between staying with the wolf and continuing her journey for help. If Red Woods were close by she had to let them know what was happening. She took off running.

ADDIE POV Over the top of my head soared two wolves who landed lightly on their feet, putting themselves between me and my attackers. One of the wolves was jet black with a grey chest. The other wolf was a beautiful bronze metal color. He shimmered in the sun like his hair was molten under the surface. The bronze wolf killed his prey quickly while the other wolf managed to catch his wolf, holding him prisoner. Soon the entire beach was covered with warriors from the Firehole River Pack. The rogue wolf was given to several of those wolves and they left with the prisoner in tow.

She growls as we move past the angry looking wolves, and I blush in return everytime. Millie and I have never had a friendly relationship. She has merely tolerated my presence. To see and hear her defending me is definitely new. Maybe giving her my meal meant more to her than it did to me. "Walk with your head up, Alpha Female. They are below you," Millie suddenly whispers, and my eyes widen. I staighten my spine and redirect my eyes to looking forward. I tilt my chin up. Wolves Amber. Wolves.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

The imperial capital was a city of gilded masks and whispering secrets, its marble towers reaching for the heavens while its streets pulsed with the blood of the forgotten. Nia had walked its stone paths before, as a child, holding her mother’s hand as they shopped for food. Now, she walked as an assassin, her every step calculated, every breath measured. She was no longer Nia Wolfsong—the girl whose village had been burned and destroyed. Now, she was "Mist Fang," the most elusive, feared assassin in the empire.