The Millennium Wolves Actor Novels & Stories

I made notations on my notepad, so when we end this meeting, I can create the files for the new ranking wolves. “A she-wolf Gamma, nice. I like it.” I said nodding my head in approval. “I have the Deltas picked by Beta Kevin and agreed upon by Beta Jason. 1st we have Tyler Simmons who is 22 years old, unmated. 2nd- Earl Codding who is 21 years old, unmated. 3rd-Joey Moretti…” “What?” Osiris, Andrew and I all asked in unison.

In what crazy world did I just wake up in? "I know it is a massive thing to ask a female," Theo says, his big hand rubbing the back of his thick neck. "My pack herald Millie Fairchild has been pushing me to find a mate for the public eye, but the thought of going to the Grand Wolf Assembly with some fake royal princess or a skinny pack model makes my wolf want to jump into a river of wild piranhas."

Said Collin. "How about she let her wolf rear it's head." Ariel who had been quiet all throught the discussion said. Collin stared softly towards Tephanie. "Please." He mouthed. Everyone of them stared in utmost shock when Tephanie's wolf showcased itself, her eyes changed from their soft blue to a deep golden green pupils and claws making erupting from her hands right in front of them. Charlie shared a bothered look with Ester. They had never been so lucky coming across an entirely different wolf in any city they move to before. Tephanie's wolf looks like the breed from a powerful family.

, Teresa added. Dwight moved towards the brown wolf who was Austin’s. “Hey”, he said and kissed the wolf making the wolf grin. Ryder and Brenda moved to the Grey wolf who is their daughter. “Princess”, Ryder said with a smile and tears in his eyes. Tears of joy. Maxwell and Teresa also moved to their son whose wolf was the blue one. He was the most beautiful among the three and his parents smiled. “Hey, big man”, Maxwell said to his son’s wolf and gave it a kiss in the head.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

Damien hopped off my father's back and hurried over, while the others ducked behind trees to shift back and put on their clothes. "Goddess, sis!" he exclaimed. "I've never seen a wolf run that fast! It's incredible!" "Same here," Zack added, looking proud as he emerged from behind a tree, dressed in pants but forgoing a shirt. "You should have seen Lex's face," Damien continued. "Yeah," Jax chimed in. "I haven't seen him that frustrated in years." "I'm surprised he couldn't catch you," Mila said in awe, wrapping her arm around my father. "He's currently the fastest wolf alive."

"Niklas, run. It's a trap—" "I know." He turned. Seven men stood between him and her. Seven of Milos's hunters, their eyes glowing, their claws extended, their teeth bared. And behind them, Milos himself. "The great Niklas Vollbrecht," Milos said, smiling. "I was wondering when you'd show up. I was starting to think you didn't care about your little half-blood after all." "Let her go." "No." Milos tilted his head. "She's worth more to me than you can imagine. The First Wolf's blood. Do you know what I could do with that?"

Complacency equals death. Milos is a tall, handsome, young man, a full-blooded werewolf. His father, Stocles, is the head of the Conscientious wolf pack, and of course, he is a man of war. He has known war all his life, and he only married Milos’ mother so he could procreate and keep the bloodline running. Stocles begins to take Milos hunting right from the time the latter is five and has since taught him all he needs to know about war. The Rogues have been successfully controlled by Stocles, and he wants to keep it this way. Thus, he equips his son with adequate knowledge to lead and protect the pack, and Milos, a valiant young man, learns obediently under his father’s rigorous tutelage.

What is he doing here? “Your Highness, an honor to meet you,” he greeted me first, perfectly executing a gentleman’s bow as he asked for my hand. I raised my hand to receive his palm before it was rudely slapped away by the man on my right. The gentleman merely chuckles. “I am Marquis Johanssen of the House of Men.” My eyes widened a fraction. A werewolf in the House of Men? And a Marquis, at that? How is it possible? “Pardon? But I just saw your wolf—”

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. The colossal white wolf towered above, its height breathtakingly immense, stretching all the way to the roof of the chamber ceiling. Its thick, snow-white fur glistened like freshly fallen snow, accentuating the powerful muscles that rippled benea