The Millennium Wolves Actor Novels & Stories

His mate… Michael was almost overwhelmed by her beauty and almost forgot himself, as he stayed where he was, just staring at her until he realized exactly what was going on. His mate was kneeling on the floor, and staring at the unrecognizable woman, whom he had no doubt was her mother, with tears in her eyes. A werewolf, whom Duncan knew immediately was the alpha of the pack, and who was the same animal who had killed his parents, was holding a silver dagger high above his head, obviously intending to bring it down on the chest of the girl. Without warning, Michael’s wolf, which had refused to calm down all this while, broke free, and he lunged at the alpha, knocking the dagger away from hi

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.

Hellish even. One of Mila’s bodyguards reached into Mila's pouches, mixing lotus flower and human dust. Then he tossed the resulting pink-white powder at the massive dark wolf. John Cena’s ugly wolf froze, suspended in time. Compelling Mila's guard to take the powder was possible but it did nothing.

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

Wouldn't leave everything behind. The two wolves got closer. Realized I was standing above them. The larger of the two looked up at me. Cocked his eyebrow up at my hair whipping in the wind. From the looks of him, he was surely the son of an Alpha. Or the grandson. The other wolf was small by comparison.

But alas, Mom needs my help today and I promised I’d pick her up some hot coffee on my way over to help warm her up since we’re in the middle of Autumn and in Denali, it’ll only get colder from here. Luckily, Denali wolves are built for this kind of persistent wintry climate being that we’ve been living on these snowy-capped Mountains for centuries now that we've grown almost resistant to the cold. It also helps that we're especially known for having white, fluffy fur coats in our wolf form that protect us from the worst of the winds, compared to our other shifter neighbors. I follow reluctantly behind Becca as we enter the Beanery, my mood dwindling with each step we get closer to the worst

’ ‘It’s –‘ She stopped and the wolf ahead, sensing our presence, stopped too and then it turned its head and I took a proper look at it. The first wolf I had seen had been my father, a huge black wolf that could not have been real but this one seemed even more unreal. Midnight black fur that glistened even in the grayish day, sharp golden eyes and almost twice the size of my father, such a wolf was staring at me. Then it started to walk my way and I fought the urge to run off. Its presence pressed down on me and Grace hissed. ‘What the hell is he doing filling this place with his scent?’

They growled at me threateningly. Hunter looked at me with fear. "Mr. Presley, I know how amazing you are, being the best Wolvesmith in the country at such a young age, but these wolves are truly terrifying. You don't have to." Before he could finish his sentence, those few wolves tried to escape the fence. Hunter was so frightened he yelped and retreated. I quietly walked over to them, never taking my eyes off them. Whenever they growled or howled, I hit the ground loudly with the whip. In a few short moments, they quieted down and looked at me with a whimper.

His tone carried an edge as he added, “But know this—no one who harms my family will ever go unpunished.” I pressed my lips together and decided to change the topic. “Is Mum still filming?” My mum, Laura Hemsworth, the Luna of the Crimson Pack, is a well-renowned actress in the human world. She has mastered the art of balancing her secret life as a wolf while maintaining her place among the elite. Even now, in her forties, she captivates audiences and wins accolades, all while keeping her bond with Dad and the Crimson Pack a tightly guarded secret.