Sapir Englard The Millennium Wolves Novels & Stories

Frank Kilburn stomped back into his office after questioning the two fools. If Lenny thought he’d believe that he took on eight wolves and got out alive, he was as much of an idiot as he looked. He doubted Lenny even saw McDonnell at all. But seeing the white wolf was telling. Lenny knew exactly what Sapphire looked like in her fur. If McDonnell was there for real, then he too knew.

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.

Somewhere beyond the camp, an owl called out, and the sound seemed to echo across the valley like a question waiting for an answer. Then an elder wolf spoke. His name was Theron, and he had led his pack through three centuries of war and peace, through alliances made and broken, through the long years when wolves and vampires had painted the earth red with each other’s blood. “You are talking about true unity,” he said slowly, his deep voice carrying the weight of generations. “Not a truce. Not a temporary alliance born of convenience. Wolves and vampires and hybrids together, forever. Is that what you mean, Lena?”

I said, but my voice turned out to be more animalistic than an actual voice, but instead of responding, my little wolf bit his lips hard, something flashing in his eyes, A growl rumbled deep in my chest. My wolf was dissatisfied. My little wolf wants to play stubborn, that he shall get. Without warning, I added one more, not breaking my rhythm at all. “Ahhh, fuck!!” The scream echoed throughout the whole cavern. Milo tightly shut his eyes, I could see a drop of tears forming at the edge of his eyes. That made me to pause, His eyes flew open so fast. Landing on me, but before he could complain, I leaned forward, capturing his lips in a hot, less rough but intense, I tugged at his lips, biting

She arrived within five minutes, but with Sapphire writhing in agony, those minutes stretched on endlessly. Dr. Mildred wore a puzzled expression as she emerged from examining Sapphire. Her eyes, usually sharp and confident, were clouded with uncertainty. With a grave sense of urgency, she beckoned me outside, gently closing the door behind us to muffle the sounds of the room we had just left. Her voice was a hushed murmur, laced with disbelief. "Alpha, are you aware that Sapphire might be harboring a latent wolf?"

--- **The Landing** We crash into snowdrifts at the foot of the graves, the auroras spinning overhead. Eden coughs blood, his skin cracked with frost. Kael licks a gash on his paw, his fur singed. The needle is gone, but its echo lingers-a phantom itch in my palm. The First Wolves' spirits circle us, their eyes no longer hostile. The scarred she-wolf dips her head. *"The debt is paid. The Mother's thread is clipped."*

“Don’t” He didn’t hear me. He stalked forward, jaw clenched, fists trembling with the effort it took not to shift. His wolf pulsed so strongly I felt it beneath my skin. Marcus straightened, smirk returning like a mask. “Speak of the devil.” “You have three seconds to move away from her,” Aiden said. Marcus arched a brow. “Or what? You’ll throw a tantrum?” Aiden didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His wolf answered for him power rippling off him in waves that made the lights flicker. Marcus tensed. Just for a moment. But I saw it.

They were toying with her, savoring the anticipation of the kill. One of the wolves, the largest of the trio, stepped forward. Its lips peeled back in a silent snarl, revealing a formidable array of teeth, yellowed and sharp. A low, rumbling growl emanated from its chest, a sound that promised violence, a declaration of imminent assault. Its gaze was unwavering, an intense, unblinking stare that seemed to bore directly into her soul, assessing her, measuring her. Elara met its gaze, her own eyes hardening, the flicker of fear quickly replaced by a cold, steely resolve. She would not be their prey. Not today.

Every single whisper dies on tense lips as his heavy boots echo. Raylan moves his legs to descend from the stage to greet him, but Lenard raises one commanding, scarred hand, freezing his grandson completely in place. Lenard turns his penetrating, golden alpha gaze toward my face and declares loudly, "Speak your mind completely freely, child, my pack stands firmly behind your wolf."

Stuart said doubtfully. “You must think I’m stupid. I already cast a spell on them to make them docile. I sure as hell won’t go around with werewolves who could easily rip out my throat in the back seat of my car without some form of protection.” Duncan said, sounding very convincing. The man was a consummate liar, it seemed. Sophia quickly tried to put on an equally convincing look of sorrow, dejection, and submission but was not quite sure that she managed it. “I see. And the one beside you who is just hungry to rip out my throat?”