Millennium Wolves Series Novels & Stories

Wolf Nation Times pops up first on my screen of news outlets. ’MURDER AT THE CLAIMING DISRUPTS CELEBRATIONS’ ’ARIANA ERICKSON MATED TO ALPHA ARES MARTIN OF FREEDOM RIDGE PACK, DOES THIS MEAN WAR IN WOLF NATION?’ ’FORMER ALPHA LUCIAN CHEATS LOOPHOLE WITH SUICIDE’

Rah shuffled through it and then dropped it disappointed, “It just explains how a clan is your friend or foe. No mention of oldest, deadliest clans.” “Let’s first look for the book that talks about the oldest and most dangerous clans, okay?” Arthur suggested. “And keep an eye out for any mention of the red wolf, okay.” “Red wolf as in Mila?” Rah asked with raised eyes. “You knew Mila is a wolf?” Arthur gasped. “I suspected it. I have seen a glint of the red wolf in the past few days, you know since she came here, but never properly. Also, her hair is red, which usually is the color of the fur of the wolf, isn’t it?” Rah deduced.

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.

The Resonants stopped, their natural human instincts fighting a sudden, terrifying spike of adrenaline. Killian stepped forward, pushing the massive gates open with a single, effortless thrust of his arm. The courtyard was a sea of slate-grey fur and silver-veined quartz armor. Five hundred massive wolves stirred from their slumber, shaking the morning dew from their heavy coats. The sound of their armored plates grinding together was deafening. They rose to their paws, their violet eyes locking onto the crowd of strangers standing at the threshold of their sanctuary.

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.

We had the same blonde hair, same hazel eyes, and same heart-shaped face. But there was one thing different about us. Chloe had a wolf but I didn’t. That was the reason why I was nervous. I was about to be Luna but I still hadn’t discovered my wolf. As werewolves, on our 21st birthday, we discovered our wolves. But it had been two years since my 21st birthday and I still didn’t have a wolf. The worst part was that my twin sister discovered hers on our 21st birthday. I wondered if something was wrong with me or if I was cursed.

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.

But even the loss of one pack member felt unbearable. I scoured the fighting crowd for Miles and Millie. Miles appeared first. He and Ralf were at an impasse; Ralf appeared weary. The silver and wolf’s bane must have done a number on him. Millie was facing off two medium-sized wolves and holding her own. Although Millie did not train as an enforcer, she’d practised as a warrior since we were little, and she could take on any wolf, alpha alike. We were progressing, and it seemed victory would be ours. The wolf’s bane had weakened Ralf’s men, and their strength waned. I sighed in relief. A miraculous victory seemed imminent.

The one thing wolves would tear the world apart to protect. The den opened wider, and a new scent hit me—milk, pine, warm fur, sleeping life. My whole body froze. Beside me, Ty made a sound so low it was almost a growl and almost a prayer. The black heart had found the one future more dangerous than power: legacy. In the dark mouth of the false den, small silver eyes began to open. And I understood, with cold horror, that its next battleground was not only our wolves. It was the future pack we might one day build.

Mila took the left, her claws raking through the nearest wolf’s throat. But they just kept coming. “They’re not normal,” the rogue growled, his voice strained as he took a step back toward Annabel. “They don’t bleed like us.” He was right. The wolves they struck down barely flinched before rising again, their bodies jerking unnaturally as if pulled by invisible strings. “What are they?” Mila demanded, her voice edged with panic. Annabel didn’t respond. Her focus was singular, her strikes swift and brutal. She knew hesitation would mean death.