Millinium Wolves Novels & Stories

It wasn’t ideal and it kinda sucked ass, but I understood the logic behind his ruling. Alessandro and I went to the commons, an area in the recreational wing we were held before the claiming started that wolves can gather to socialize, have a drink or two, eat a snack from the bar, and play games like karaoke, darts, billiards, poker and more. Not many were out since it was technically the dead day and it was getting close to curfew for unmated male wolves. Alessandro flirted with a few she-wolves, but we struck out before it was time to head back to our shared room. I was a little bummed, but not because I didn’t find someone to hook up with, I was more disappointed that I still haven’t fou

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

She said with a quiet voice. Mireille was the kind of person who never shouts. She's known as the oldest wolf in the whole of the Silent Howl Clan. She'd retreated into the light parts of the mountains to live a quiet life after clocking the long age of 700 years. She'd seen wolves come and go, seen the not so common lycans who appeared once in a blue moon at different large clans who rarely interfered with each other. She lived in the most peaceful pack under the silent howl clan, Moon whisper pack.

“Thanks.” “Too perfect. You military?” Jake raised the sleeve again. “SASR. Sniper First Class.” A grin flickered. “Who dares wins.” They said it together, a laugh cracking the tension. “This is Zak,” Jake told Kim and Jane. “Zak—Kimberly. Jane.” “Pleasure,” Zak said, crisp. Then to Kim, lower: “Keep it quiet for now, but… werewolves have overrun the city.” Kim held his stare. “You’re serious?”

That was the odd sensation that I got when the supposed attacks occurred, they were just wandering, searching for their salvation. “So, all the banished and maltreated wolves are wandering around our border trying to find this Blessed Wolf?” I asked aloud, not really expecting an answer. “I have bad news for you , there aren’t any Blessed Wolves in Grey Moon. They are very rare and I would definitely know if there was one in our pack. I’m sorry.” Sadness loomed for a moment in my study. We were all lost in thoughts and Rune had an expression of defeat on her face.

I could feel it. I was next in line for the position of the Alpha. It was two months till the Carmella, and I'd not yet found my mate. I was going to suffer for being the freak of the Pack. This was a big crime. Anyone who ever happened to pass their eighteenth year without finding their mate, here in the South Pack, was considered an anomaly. They were always banished, while the unfortunate ones ended up being killed. I swallowed hard at the thought. A knock on the door jerked me away from my thought. "Come in," I said in a placid tone, sensing it was my mother. I watched in the mirror as the door swung aside and true to my expectation, it was her.

Calissa said stepping forward. With Ryan and Luther by my side, Calissa and Christine behind me I make my way down the steps. I want to greet these new wolves. I can tell just by looking at them they are scared and confused. They are a mix of men and women. Ages from maybe twenty to maybe sixty. It is hard to tell with wolves because they age differently than humans. The aging slows when we hit our twenties. Stop when they are just five feet in front of me. I know my guardians and a few warriors are behind me.

851 AD The first snow of the winter was building on the horizon, casting out its tendrils of freezing winds to clear the way. Harvest was well and truly over and the men had returned from their hunting trips to now help with the final touches in securing the Pack's dens for the winter. The season could be cruel here but the wolves had learnt how to fare against the harsh conditions without the aid of the human settlement some fifteen kilometres to the south. But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch.

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’