Millinium Wolves Novels & Stories

END OF FLASHBACK Elsie was so engrossed on her spells in raising the Medallion Wolves that she didn't noticed the silent figure behind her all these while. Her followers had gone to the grave of the Medallion Wolves to dig out the remains of their bones. Medallion Wolves are the only wolves in the wolf history who had went rogue. A one wolf that can multiply into three or battalion wolves at a time, hence it name. No one know what had ended their life. Some stories goes that the wolf was the first creation of Mankind, but had anger the one who had created them. Some said the wolf went mad and took his own life.

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

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.

Shyfter warned. "Kit, Tristan, and I are the Eldest wolves of the 7 packs, we know more about the life of a wolf. We had to learn the Trinity when writing and I were waiting for Tristan to pop up,and be our 3rd. Now our Trinity is complete and we should be able to handle it ourselves." Rex explained.

"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.

She didn’t heed. As always. Stubborn wolf. Killian’s wolf roared. His brown eyes pierced Miracle’s neck. He was ready to launch another attack. “Little girl, it’s your last living day. I wish you a happy and painful death.” Killian’s wolf sneered. He let out a low growl. Then, a loud howl attacked Miracle again. She dodged. “His wolf can talk? What more does he have underneath that thick, old and wrinkled body?” I felt disgusted. This was the second rare power.

We were content to sit in silence for a while, "miniature wolf," my cuz finally asked hesitantly, "what about the other ones that were here? Are they werewolves too?" "Just regular wolves, 'cept Dad," I replied. "You sure?" "I think so. They acted like wolves. Human wolves wouldn't fight for den territory," I explained. "It would be cool, though, finding someone else like me. I can't picture someone who could be a man, wanting to live his whole life out here as a wolf, raising kids in the wild."

The man asked, looking behind him to talk to someone. "I say we cut off its little werewolf head or put our silver spear right into its tiny wolfy heart. It looks cute, but we must remember that cute little werewolves turn into big bad, ugly monsters that kill humans." Another man said from behind the first man, his tone mocking.