Millennium Wolves Sienna Novels & Stories

“Alpha Lucas, the blood is extracted and she needs treatment now. Once she wakes, we take her inside and handle the Council.” "Since it is done, it stays a secret," I snapped, my jaw aching from clenching. I lifted my mate’s limp body from the bed with hands that shook with every step, finding that she weighed nothing—less than nothing—while the bond thread burned hotter with each breath I took. "You’re empty now," Ivy whispered as we left, her voice barely there. “Let’s see how long the Millennium Wolf lasts without a pack.” Three days later Sienna’s POV

A raw, primal roar tore from her throat, shaking the entire room. Sienna had transformed into a full white wolf. Beautiful yet terrifying. But her eyes—those glowing red eyes were empty. No trace of my Luna remained, only the beast locked inside her for so long. She looked at me, and in the next instant, she lunged. I caught her claws, but her strength was immense. We crashed into the wall, the metal groaning under the impact. “Sienna! It’s me!” No response. She snarled, sinking her fangs into my shoulder. Blood spilled, but I didn’t fight back.

One of them kicks me slightly on my side, making me flinch. My wolf, Sienna, growls, making me turn away quickly as I shut my eyes to avoid letting them see my eyes change. Sienna is an aggressive wolf, but... she's unlike most wolves in my pack. She's a white wolf, and her eyes turn an icy blue, almost water-like, unlike most wolves that give off that fiery hazel. "The alpha's daughter," the girl who kicked me says mockingly, "More like the pack's loser," she adds, making the girls laugh.

Pulling her to me, I kiss them away as I hold her tightly to me. But the sound of war rages on around us and I know that we have to get back. Sienna shifts and I stop to stare at her. Her wolf is white as snow, but whereas most wolves have amber eyes or bright blue, hers are the same icy silver as they usually are. But it is the weird mark on the side of her neck that catches my attention the most. Yet now is not the time to dwell on it. Running back we are just in time to finish the fight. I see two of our members laying dead and I feel sorrow for the loss of them and for their family's pain, but if I am being honest, I also feel relief that it was not any of my family.

Sierra You never forget the sound of bone breaking when you hear it that close. It’s wet. It’s over. Like the world itself opening up. The front door gave way completely, wood splintering inward as the two wolves finished shifting mid-lunge. They hit the ground amid a shower of splinters and glass, claws scratching the tile as yellow eyes locked on us with a predator’s focus. Enforcers. What seemed like Sebastian’s dream monster—wolves trained not just to kill, but to retrieve.

I bond? I could see the characteristics of Convil in this young wolf and as I looked closer, I realized that while Stella and I’s form was huge, and likely dwarfed Sierra, to most Alaskans or Canadians, she would still be on the larger side of most wolves they had seen. Easily close to two meters in length, and what I would guess to be a bit shy of 80 kg, Sierra was a formidable shewolf. “Hello,” I said aloud, and then repeated mind to mind. “It is good to meet you, Sierra. Have you had chance to meet with Kiara and get to know her?’

A presence that could no longer be ignored. I swallowed hard, tasting the fear and exhilaration that always came with it. I was no longer just Amira Cross, the forsaken omega of Winter Hollow. I was something older, older than the lies that had surrounded me, older than the betrayals that had marked my bloodline. I was the Wolfe of Return. From behind me, Nyla’s footsteps were quiet but deliberate. She came to stand beside me, her eyes scanning the woods as though she could see the unseen dangers lurking beyond the shadows.

"We don't want humans aware of our existence. I already told you nobody wants to kill you." She relaxed a little. "How do you do that with your voice?" "I am the Alpha, leader of the pack, your new leader," he said. "There is a hierarchy around here." "So I have to listen to whatever you say?" "You still have free will if that's what you're asking. But wolves automatically respect their Alpha. It's natural to follow a leader." "Do we change into wolves on the full moon? Will silver bullets kill us?"

For one night, she felt like her wolf had found its true home. She had loved Charles since they were pups. She was just ten winters old when she first saw him. From that day, she worked hard to be someone he would notice. For twelve long years, she worked to make that seed grow. She knew she was from a low-ranking pack, unworthy of an Alpha’s son. So she worked in secret. Late at night, she taught herself to design and sew, her fingers tracing patterns until they ached. She became “Sienna,” a mysterious designer whose clothes were sought after by the richest she-wolves in the city. She kept it a secret, a treasure she planned to lay at his feet one day. She dreamed of the look on his face wh

"I saved him from meeting the moon goddess at such a young age, and somehow his wolf preferred my body, so I don't know, or why it decided to enter my body instead." The seer goes mute, his eyes darting between me, and her. "That's odd. I have never heard of this before, that an omega.." "I'm actually the daughter of a Beta.. who's dead so," she cuts in, grinning. The seer continues, "I've never heard an omega could strip a Lycan of his wolf. That's impossible, what powers do you possess young lady?" "I don't possess any," she crosses her arms over her chest.