Sapir Englard The Millennium Wolves Novels & Stories

“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."

She cried out with her arms raised in the air earning a smirk from me. "There lived three most powerful wolves in the supernatural world, they were called the potens lupi!" I continued, emphasizing my last words, "Two were born brought to the world at first, their fates tied together, the grey wolf and the red wolf, one born with a heart of gold, the other was the spawn of the devil! A bitch from the pits of hell!" I growled remembering how she had ruined my childhood. "Bad words Amara, mummy said no bad words," Eros said looking up from his entwined fingers which he had been twisting, an attitude long developed.

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?”

It really angers him anytime he stares at her and remembers that he hadnt touched her. It even made him angry the more whenever his thoughts goes to that annoying male friend of hers.He was damn sure that guy must have had Nina on his bed a thousand times! "No.I'm saying my wolf did." he replied to her after minutes "That is just the bond between your wolf and mine.There is no bond between us and there will never be." Nina gritted her teeth.She couldn't believe what has just happened.She just married the one who killed her parents and almost wiped out her race!

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

"You little defenseless packs would call on your precious council to come to deal with the rogues terrorizing your people, and we would be killed for doing the same thing that you celebrate doing yourselves!" "Is that your plan then? You are going to take our resources, and kill our people because you want revenge for us hunting on no man's land?" The astonishment and humor in Parker's tone had multiple wolves behind him laughing, but he silenced them with a flick of his hand by his side. "Don't waste my time. You called for a meeting. Either tell me what you want or be on your way."

Chapter 7️⃣8️⃣ ❤️ The Dragon's Awakening ❤️ "Seriously, I was expecting something strong but not this." Zinedine muttered more to himself, forcing himself not to roll his eyes and rather just close his eyes, he didn't make any attempt to block the incoming tails, rather he stayed where he was and then before the more than two tails could touch him and Samira, he summon one of his wolves, his white wolf— the millennium wolf— who counter the tails coming towards them in speed, immediately the tails touches the white wolf, it slowly began to absorbs it.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.