Sapir Englard The Millennium Wolves Novels & Stories

was gone, but the Wild was an even older terror. The Language of the Real The wolf stepped closer to the edge of the precipice, its yellow eyes locking onto the golden whistle hanging from Elara's neck. "Don't move," the woman with the spear hissed. "That’s a Hunter. It hasn't seen meat this soft in a thousand years." "She’s not a Hunter," Elara said, her voice sounding strange to her own ears—grounded, low, and stripped of the Alpha’s digital resonance. "She’s a Witness."

He rips his shirt off and fur sprouts out everywhere and his blue eyes turn into an orange-yellow amber color. He howls at the moon and his fur stands out in all directions. I gasp at how tall he has become, he is both terrifying and beautiful to behold, like a wonderful statue. A rock by my feet falls and the sound causes Aiden's werewolf ears to go flat and he sniffs the air. He finds me within seconds and scratches my arms. He holds my body above the ocean cliffs.

But his shaking voice failed him, “I– I don’t th– think that’s how you sho– should speak to m– me.” Remus scoffed and that seemed to have embarrassed Winfred more, “If I abolish The Order, you’re finished!” He said, screaming again. “Go on. Do it.” Remus challenged. “End your race’s agreement with the Wolves. See if we care.” The Betas started laughing at this which added to Winfred’s increasing shame. He wanted to show his power, but it seemed like power was being shown to him. “Watch how you talk to me, you disrespectful dogs!” He screeched.

Pandora said but before she could finish Elora opened the door and Greskin pounced on her, slamming her to the ground and breaking her spinal cord. Elena and Arina shrieked and ran away while Pandora remained and watched in shock as the wolf started to whimper and try to lift Elora with its paws. Elora couldn’t move, she just shed a tear and said to a panicking Pandora, “it is okay,” then she faced her wolf and her eyes turned white as she started speaking a language Pandora was not familiar with. The wolf seemed to understand and it rested its head on Elora and while she winced at first, she started to smile because she had instructed it to pass some energy to her. The more it gave energy t

The creatures' massive, thrashing bodies breached the riverbanks, unleashing a torrent of blood, mud, and slime that gushed forth like a macabre fountain. The water churned and foamed, as if the very river itself was bleeding, its usual gentle ebbs now replaced by a maddening, blood-crazed frenzy that seemed to consume everything in its path. The Sphinx tribe, now also bolstered by the Lord's power, radiated greatness and dignity. Eryndor addressed them: "Be vigilant and wary of the werewolf spies in your midst. These infiltrators lack the bravery and immortal hearts that you now possess. You will find them flee and lost. "

I couldn't finish the sentence. The room tilted sideways. Darryl caught me before I could fall, his hands steady and strong on my shoulders. "You should sit down," he said softly. "Your body's still adjusting to the awakening." Anger flared inside me, making the golden light intensify. "Stop treating me like I'm going to break!" I pulled away from him. "I want real answers. No more secrets. No more careful silences." Elena stepped forward, her face serious. "You're right. You deserve the truth." She picked up the ancient leather book from the counter. "But understand that we're learning too. Golden Wolves are practically myths - the last recorded sighting was over five hundred years ago."

Sophia’s brown eyes flash with the blue and purple of her wolf and her knuckles turn white as she grips the edge of the desk tighter and tighter. “Don’t do it Sophia. You can’t stand against him alone.” Zaine’s strained voice is a whisper, but the room is so silent we all hear him. “That… is what… you think.” Sophia’s wolf grinds out through gritted teeth. It has been years, ten years to be exact, since I have heard a wolf speak through their human counterpart, and every time Genevieve and Sebastian’s wolf spoke through them, it gave me chills. Hearing Sophia's wolf makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Wells skimmed through my expression and continued to explain the norms of this world. "Werewolves possessed enhanced senses. In the human perspective, only five senses are known, but not werewolves. Our kind is blessed by the Moon Goddess; a sixth sense to communicate with the mind and another with your wolf," I thought that was his brief explanation, not until he trailed further which I absolutely do not dislike. "—In this place, there is also a hierarchy to be followed. The Alpha, the beta, the subordinates, and the weakest, the omegas,"

“First I’m a rabid wolf and now a savage beast. Is that how you plan on doing it? You’re just going to insult me to death?” “Not her, foolish human.” The god shook his head, messing up that perfect ebony hair of his. “I’m talking about him.” Even I had the sense to scoot back as a massive wolf sauntered in through the open doorway. Its fur was the color of fresh snow, made brighter by his eyes which were of the deepest, darkest blue. Its tongue flicked out to lick its muzzle. All the while it stalked Duncan with murderous intent. I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick.