Millinium Wolves Novels & Stories

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.

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

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.

The wolf stood beside it, watching its reflection on its clear waters, and was thankful to the moon shining above them because if it weren't for it, Camila wouldn't have seen what her wolf looked like. She was big. Bigger than Alpha Killan's, and she was amazed at the number of questions rushing through her mind. She was completely black, except for her ears, which were pure white, and her eyes, which glowed red. She read books when she was young. She had heard tales, and she had heard the elders of the pack talking about them. They were rare, pure black wolves with pure whitish ears and glowing red eyes. They hadn't had one in about a hundred years, so she was the first one. She didn't know

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

Melvin was due to arrive at midday, and by then he was already racing around the house in his wolf form, restless and excitable. “Melvin!” I called, lowly growling. The pup hadn’t yet learned to control his wolf; he was still too young. When Prince, Elena, Torey, and Eva arrived at the infirmary, I stayed behind with Melvin, giving them time with Luara and our daughter. I briefed Torey and Prince on what had happened, including that I had Melinda’s mate killed and searched the east territory. Rogues had staked claims there, which amused me; eventually, it would become mine.

Natalia didn’t waste any time. “I need a Hillmand wolf cub” “Pardon?” both men said at the same time. The Hillmand wolf was a popular breed of wolf that was most abundant in the forest of damnation. They were bright orange in color with three black stripes that traveled from the middle of their head to their tail. Their eyes were bright red like rubies and they were often extracted and preserved like precious stones. However, it wasn’t exactly easy to catch a Hillmand wolf. They were swift and dangerous. A single injury from the wolf was dangerous because they carried a lot of parasites and they were immune to poison and a degree of magic.

I had never encountered a werewolf with brown eyes. “Of Course, you didn’t. He is one of The Blessed Moon Pack werewolves. The name has it. They are blessed with rare and extraordinary powers. What else do you expect?” Miracle talked aloud. This wolf! She would never stop reading my fucking mind. Killian’s wolf vibrated his tail and radiated fire. It was hot in the room. Suddenly, it was so hot in there. He didn’t leave me with any choice. Miracle senses danger and shifts immediately. Her giant paws landed over the ground. Her blue eyes were bright. The temperature of the room kept increasing.