Millinium Wolves Novels & Stories

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

"I am trying to think of the best way to say this...you are home." "What?" Clara felt her nerves rise. "You're a member of the pack, we all live here. Let me give you a tour." He started towards her and Clara raised her arms, taking a step back. "Live here? Where is here? Who is this pack?" "We're in the mountains, about fifty miles outside of Laramie, no other town is closer. The pack is all wolves, we live and work together, and are for the most part self-sufficient. We are a larger pack, numbering eighty-two now that you've joined us."

Ash. His back was to her, but it was unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the dark hair, the way he stood with military precision. He was clad in the armor of a general, his raven-crest insignia gleaming in the candlelight. She could feel the breath catch in her chest, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. Was it really him? Was he here, in front of her, as the empire’s prized weapon? Nia took a step forward, her feet moving of their own accord. But before she could close the distance, a chill swept through her. The hairs on her neck stood on end as if her wolf soul recognized him even before she could see his eyes.

I asked. “You’re not just rare, Danni. You’re the kind of power that resets the board. Wolves will follow you. Enemies will hunt you. And the laws that protect everyone else? They don’t fully apply to you. You’re not part of the system… You’re what breaks it, if you choose too.” Joel explained. “White wolves are the first. They are the pure, they are not restricted to the things we are. Regardless of rank.” Luka added. “Rank?” I asked

"You said you came with a warning." "The Ironwood beta who scented you months ago, the one who told you that the old councils burn omegas like you. He sent word to his pack. Word travels fast in the northern territories, especially word about a white wolf." Maelis's expression didn't change, but her voice dropped. "There are packs that consider the Moon-Wolf bloodline an abomination. They've exterminated every multi-bond omega they've found for two hundred years. And they're very, very good at it." The silence in the hall was absolute. I felt Bastian's hand tighten on my chair. I felt Kellan's cold fury spike through the second bond. I felt Archer's steady presence falter for just a heartbea

I didn't know why that was happening because that never happened to me when I used to escape from my pack. I jerked my head at my mother-in-law, searching for the answers in her eyes but she held the same confusion building in her eyes like mine. We were utterly confused. "Eve? Are you okay?" I asked, crouching down to her. She shook her head, slowly. I licked my lips in thought, raising my hand. "Do you need a slap or something?" My mother-in-law slapped her forehead instead, shaking her head in disappointment. She looked at me, her eyes flickering from brown to blue, which I assume was her wolf's eyes but shouldn't it be silver since her wolf name is silver?

"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."

"Shadow corruption doesn't age things normally. These could be decades old. Centuries, even." The wolf's lips pulled back, showing teeth that were too long. More wolves emerged from the trees. All with those purple eyes. All bearing the same three-claw totem. We were surrounded. "Killian." I didn't take my eyes off the wolves. "How many can you count?" No answer. "Killian?" I risked a glance back and my stomach dropped. Killian was on his knees. Both hands pressed against his head. His whole body shaking like he was fighting something from the inside.

he said, “are unknown.” Silence slammed down. Ingrid broke it first, unable to help herself. “Unknown,” she repeated, voice rising with venom. “How convenient.” My eyes cut to her. She lifted her chin, unfazed. Elder Maelin ignored Ingrid and continued, as if Ingrid’s opinions were a fly buzzing near sacred text. “Phantom wolves,” Maelin said slowly, “are said to be superior even to Prima wolves. Not by politics. By nature.” Keiran scoffed, a bitter sound.

I took the chaos to mind link Tristan in privacy, his voice weak from the amount of silver he was contained with. : Tristan, is this you? The attack? It’s 50 wolves, no scent… what?... they’re all black wolves… Tristan, what is this? : the moment I see them I’m shocked, they are all huge like Silas, if not bigger, their fur as black as night and they are all lethal and deadly looking. A black-furred wolf is a thing of legend, no wolf has ever been fully black, not since the very first Alpha, the very first wolf to ever howl to the moon. If these 50 wolves were all pitch black...who the hell were they and where the hell did they come from?