Sapir Englard The Millennium Wolves Novels & Stories

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

“Snow is not. Oscar told me that Noah takes great pains to make sure of that. If that wolf is kissing you, it means something. I just don’t know what.” “I can tell you exactly what it means,” came a discarnate male voice that hinted of a Scottish brogue from the far side of the room. To my surprise, Snow did not react in a negative way to the voice. Instead, he trotted in the direction that it came from and stood as if patiently waiting for someone or something. “Who’s that?” Kenzie said in a hushed whisper as she nervously grabbed a poker from the nearby fireplace and took a defensive position.

“The one with the wolves that sing like bells.” Elara told it soft. She let the wolf sing like bells and then cut the sound to a hush. Her words were small and worn smooth by use. The story ended with a wolf who chose the child over the pack, who walked away when the elders cried for blood. Mira’s hands smoothed the blanket. Her small body had a fierceness Elara had never seen in any human child. It frightened and fixed her.

I decide to ask Ruby and Garnet how they got their wolves. “We had a shared dream” Garnet tells me “Two identical wolves were running straight toward us, but swerved at the last moment. One went right, the other left. They didn’t speak, but then the next few nights, I dreamt I was running up a hill through snow. I was following wolf tracks. It took me three nights to reach the top of the hill and a wolf with a dark grey coat was there. She told me if I accepted her then we would have a long life but filled with hardships. If I didn’t accept her, then I’d soon die. Of course, I accepted her - she’s the only reason I’m still here.”

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.

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

“Plus you’ve heard how sexual wolves can be. He’s probably just looking for a score then he’ll move along.” “Why are you doing this, Leya? Stop trying to talk yourself out of liking him. Yes wolves are said to be very sexual, but mostly with their mates. And we both know that when they find their mates they usually get one track minds and don’t think about anyone else. That is one thing for sure I know they have up on humans. I would love to have someone that dedicated to me so that I wouldn’t have to worry about him cheating on me. Just embrace it and you guys can figure out all the other stuff one step at a time. I can already tell you like him.”

They knelt down and pushed my sweat laced raven hair away from my face, their eyes open and kind. “Hello.” The one with brown eyes and rainbow hair said sweetly, his tone low and soft. “Hello.” I responded nervously, watching him for any sign of aggression. “Why are you laid on the ground?” The second wolf asked me, his blue eyes curious and yet humorous. I sighed, knowing that I should think before I speak, not all tribes were friendly to strangers. “I tripped and I am unable to get back up, I was in the glass tubes for days without food or water.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s not how this thing works. We need to feel a connection, and the only connection I’ve had with you guys is Husk telling me to eat in my room alone. Sky acts as if I’m a leper and you…” He crossed his arms and nodded for me to go on. “You tricked me into getting into the elevator with you. Put some spell on me to make me do what you wanted.” “You’ve been living among wolves for so long, but you’re not one. I just didn’t. Well, we didn’t think you would know one wolf from the next.” He offered me a smile. “We’ve never met someone like you before.” I shrugged, “I’ve never met anyone like any of you before, and I didn’t mean what I said about you guys being an

I grit my teeth, panting as I look around. Out of nowhere, a slender black wolf skids to a halt in front of me, sending my heart freezing with terror. Golden eyes stare back at me, searching my soul. I clutch my chest, shaking my head, "Just go away. I'm not the fucking one for you," I snap, feeling the irritation creep into my skin. It stands there for a while, before it trots away from the spot I'm sprawled on. "Fuck you all," I whisper, forcing myself to stand up again.