The Millennium Wolves 2 Novels & Stories

But even the loss of one pack member felt unbearable. I scoured the fighting crowd for Miles and Millie. Miles appeared first. He and Ralf were at an impasse; Ralf appeared weary. The silver and wolf’s bane must have done a number on him. Millie was facing off two medium-sized wolves and holding her own. Although Millie did not train as an enforcer, she’d practised as a warrior since we were little, and she could take on any wolf, alpha alike. We were progressing, and it seemed victory would be ours. The wolf’s bane had weakened Ralf’s men, and their strength waned. I sighed in relief. A miraculous victory seemed imminent.

"Your soul belongs here. We have been guiding you since the day you were born. It is time." "Time for what?" I shifted my weight to test the ground. The blood held my boots like something thickened past moving, refusing to release. "Time to kill the Millennium Wolf," the voice said. "The bloodline that can unlock the abyss of the underworld." The words landed in my chest and sat there without moving.

It stuck deep, but there was nothing there. The rogue swore under his breath. “We’re being watched.” “By who?” Mila hissed, her claws extending. Annabel yanked her blade free, her breath steadying. “Not who,” she said. “What.” The attack came fast. Wolves—ones she didn’t recognize—burst from the shadows, their eyes glowing faintly, their forms twisted. “Hold your ground!” Annabel shouted, driving her blade into the first one that lunged at her. The rogue had his weapon drawn in seconds, tearing into their flank with ruthless precision. Mila took the left, her claws raking through the nearest wolf’s throat.

The wounds of the past began to fade, replaced by a collective determination to live life on their terms. Three years later, the golden light of the morning sun bathed Nampa in a warm glow. The werewolves, living in harmony with nature, carried out their daily routines. In the heart of the pack's territory, Luna and Alpha Burst observed the vibrant life unfolding before them. Mira, now five years old, displayed an extraordinary talent for combat. Her training with the wolves, initiated at a young age, had blossomed into a remarkable proficiency. The pack members marvelled at Mira's innate strength and strategic prowess, a testament to the resilient spirit that ran in her blood.

Millenium wolves "Look Luka, more packs are arriving. Who might they be?" I asked squinting my eyes trying to recognise the alpha from afar as I peeped from our bedroom window. They were running this way in their wolf form like they were being chased. "They must be the Millenium wolves. They were to come next according to my list. But why are they in their wolf form?!" Luka spoke from behind me, holding his left arm against the wall to get closer to the window so he would be able to observe the pack.

his wolf howled loudly as he called out to his mate but there was no response. His heartbeat raced and he looked around the wood but it’s like they were never there. ¶¶¶ Tory felt a grave headache before she could open her eyes. She opened her eyes and closed it immediately due to the light. She opened her eyes again and let it adjust to the light. She realized she was all alone in a cell and she stood up and shouted. “Who is there? Let me out.” No one was answering and she held the metal gate but she removed her hand as it burned her. “Shit”, she exclaimed. The metal was silver and silver was known to burn werewolves’ skin.

Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title. How many times she'd been told that the legendary book had disappeared some generations back. That book - or the book, as they always emphasized it - was rumored to hold all the details of their pack history, all the genealogy charts of the genealogy and history of her pack. She was well aware it had been lost for years until hints of its reappearance popped up. It was all too much of a coincidence - the mention of this town, Calderwood, and the presence of the author of Wolf in that place, were like beacons leading her on her search. Not to mention the reference to the book.

Six black wolves rushed into the room. Their eyes were completely white. Silver symbols glowed on their chests. Kael's wolf took control. His bones shifted. Fur spread across his skin. Within seconds, the dark-silver wolf stood beside Lucien. Lucien shifted too. A massive black wolf with crimson eyes. The first undead wolf charged. Lucien intercepted it. Kael attacked another. His claws struck the creature's chest. The silver mark cracked. The wolf screamed. Silver light burst from its body. It collapsed.

"This interfering bitch is mine. Kill the rest of them..." She had hoped to frighten them and make them leave. They evidently had no intention of being thwarted from their task. "Stay behind me," Mila ordered to the wolves, shifting the weight to the balls of her feet as she tried to try to anticipate how the vampires would strike. She had no idea if the wolves would listen to her, it was a wonder they weren't snapping at her as it was. They must have been able to sense that she wasn't a threat to them, however, that seemed a moot point. There was no way in hell she could hold the vampires off for any length of time. They were all doomed, unless the Justice Seeker came. *****

I whispered. "The wolves who trained under the previous ruler were loyal to him," Mira said quietly beside me. "When Zayden came back to the territory those wolves chose to fight rather than submit." "What happened to them?" I asked. "Some fled," she said. "Some didn't." I looked at her. "He was twenty two," I said. "Yes," she said. I turned back to the courtyard. The warrior was breathing hard now. His technique was breaking down at the edges but he kept going. Kept resetting and kept throwing himself back into it.