Millennium Wolves Sienna Novels & Stories

And Eden can’t help but wonder what they were talking about, and swore she’d ask Remus about it on Monday. Leonila sat in a room covered with glass stronger than any metal she’d seen. She clawed and striked, but not even her sharpest shrill could leave even a small crack on it. She is still alive but is left at the mercy of the Wolves. After she figured that nothing she did would break the glass, she quieted down. She decided that whatever they say or do to her, she will remain unmoving– and in her stillness, she looked every bit an ancient relic, a carving of stone or marble. Her pale skin almost blending in the white colored prison her captors kept her in. The only thing that remained stri

I muttered sourly as I allowed him to bring me toward the man I had thought was my enemy. When I sat down I lowered my eyes from him sitting across from me and listened as the three began to talk. “So you informed Kellen about what was going on then took her back here,” Kirill questioned. Lennox nodded and told him that he explained to me what he knew about Nash. Kirill nodded and leaned back. “So, Miss, you are a Sigma Wolf,” he asked me directly, and I looked up at his eyes and wanted to swoon. Angry at my behavior, I cleared my throat and asserted, “Yes, I am and will gain my full potential tomorrow on my birthday.”

"Did the winter freeze your fire completely, Sienna?" The provocation was exactly what was needed. Sienna’s eyes flashed with a brilliant, untamed light. The last invisible chain of shame completely snapped. She wasn't a traitor right now. She wasn't an exile. She was a wolf of Moonrise, and she was being challenged by her Luna. As Aria stepped in to throw a heavy right cross, Sienna didn't block it. Instead, she dropped her center of gravity with terrifying speed, slipping entirely beneath Aria’s guard.

Charlotte is greeted with surprise when her beloved prince brings home a pregnant she-wolf, and worst of all a half-sister she never knew. The revelation, betrayal and oppressions sentenced her to death, not until life gave her a second chance when a small pack saved her. There she discovers her late mother’s birth pack and discovers her true identity. Five years later, her pack grew into a powerful force. Known as the mysterious Queen of Wolves and the only existing Alpha Female in the world. An invitation to the Moon Ball as her first public appearance and the chance to extract revenge against the royal wolves. It won’t be easy when the dangerous and unpredictable Alpha Alexios has his eye

Her silver-white fur shimmered faintly, her presence steady and calm as her eyes met mine, and this time, there was no hesitation in me, no uncertainty, only recognition and something deeper, something that felt like relief. “You are here,” I said softly. “Have always been here,” she replied, her voice echoing through me, not just in my mind, but somewhere deeper. “What's your name.” I asked. “Selene.” My wolf answered, such a nice name. I stepped closer to her without thinking, my movements slower this time, more certain, “Selunara said I have to accept you,” I murmured, though even as I said it, I realized how incomplete that sounded.

"Who dares suggest Sierra should terminate my bloodline?" Ronan clenched his jaw, trying to stay composed. But I saw his fists tighten and pupils narrow—he was clearly nervous. "This doesn’t concern you, Mr. Caelan. Sierra is my wife," Ronan said, his voice trembling slightly. "But the child she’s carrying isn’t," Caelan replied coldly, stepping closer. "And one thing you should remember, Ronan. Duskborne blood is not something you erase just because your ego is bruised." I stood between them, trembling. The tension was unbearable. I felt trapped between two men who both exhausted me in different ways.

A boy too young to wear the uniform he wore raised his rifle anyway. “No,” she said, and the word reached him somehow, even through shouting and wind. He lowered it, shame burning his cheeks. “Ma’am,” he breathed, because he didn’t know what to call a queen and a woman at the same time. The wolves came on. Sienna moved forward and the men moved with her because their bodies knew that forward was the only way through. She didn’t draw steel. She lifted her hand and opened her palm, the mark brightening as if greeting old company twisted and returned. The first wolf leaped and met her touch with his brow. Heat licked her hand; light ran along his skull. He dropped as if sleep had taken him mid-

Even then, he didn’t let go, fumbling so hard for the last scraps of life. And then Alaric watched in utter astonishment as Sienna leapt through the air, transforming into her beautiful grey wolf for the first time in so, so long, a howl of utter determination blasting through the tunnel.

"Aiden you ninny. You fiend. You jerk. You pushed her off a cliff at Siren's Point. What were you thinking? Oh wait, let me guess you weren't thinking because the werewolf blood got the better of you?" Brianna shakes her fingers at me with an accusation that is both admirable and terrifying. Her goth attire is different from Kayla's. Kayla is feminine where Brianna is dark.

My wolf Sienna howled when she saw the look on Olivia’s face in class. “Oooh, did you see that, Naya? This girl is feisty! I like her.” Sienna howled in my mind. Sienna doesn’t like Olivia much, and the fact that up until last April, She was training to take over the squad and pack made her blood boil.