The Millennium Wolves Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

“I’m not scared.” “You are.” Milo pointed at my hand. “Your fingers are shaking.” I looked down. The boy was right. I slowly closed my hand. “Maybe I’m tired.” Milo accepted the answer. Then his eyes moved toward the window. “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” “Do wolves really talk?” My heart skipped. “What makes you ask that?” “The one in my dream talks.” “What does he say?” Milo frowned. “I can’t remember.” “Try.”

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

Another roar rumbled the Earth but this time it was not what sucked the life out of me. The men in front of my eyes had turned into monsters. Unnatural and terrifying big wolves. Not wolves... these wolves stood up like humans. "Oh, my Lord! Make it a delusion." I mumbled as my wits left me. The monster-cum-Jordan eyes fell on me when I tried to make an attempt at life. He snatched me up by the waist in his claws. "God, let it be a dream! Please!" I took a breath in to shout my heart out as my last ditch effort before death when another scream breached the cruel forest.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

******* I will upload Chapter 1 under Legacy of the wolf but it will be a seperate book, Legacy of the wolf: War of the Wolves******** The haunted sounds of a wolf's broken-hearted song lit up the darkness inside Dante’s mind, just like it had done every night since he left his mate asleep in their bed almost a year ago. Dante turned his head on a swivel in the obscurity, even though he knew he was still asleep. “Why do you do this to me every night, Theo! Do you enjoy torturing me?” Dante spat the words into the darkness and was only answered by the forlorn echo of a pathetic whimper as Theron’s vast body sulked into view. The normally large majestic beast now looked ragged and old, his hea

Not a single heartbeat besides the ones around me. "Maverick! Scan the area. Eugene might be close by!" I instructed. The Gamma shifted once more and headed into the woods. Harland followed, keeping his head low to the ground. There were no other scents. Nothing to show that more than these three had gotten inside. "Shift!" I tried again. The wolf kept his hackles raised. Alvara looked between us. Something like a memory fluttered over my mind. Not my own. Hers. Alfred telling her of her mother and how Alvara was the Alpha of Lover's Quarrell now. An extinct pack. Or so we had thought.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> You asked me if I believed the alliance would last. I told you not permanence but time. I want you to know that the first year has held. The patrols run. The committee functions. Eight hundred wolves from two packs that were enemies a year ago are learning to share a creek crossing and a supply chain and a central fire without incident. That is what the time looks like from inside it. I thought you should know. — Zara Ashcroft. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning. I turned towards the forest,my eyes searching for Alexander. As I ran towards the fray,a chilling realization stopped me cold. The howls weren't random. They were organized. When I reached the border,a wolf caught my attention,his fur was as dark as night,and eyes as crimson as blood. A voice echoed in my mind,deep and unfamiliar. “Finally. It's time Lea,you can't run anymore.”

" Timberwolves are also grays in the Northeast." "I don't know about other kinds of lupus garous." Ravena made a move toward the window. "Normally, we don't go looking for other packs unless someone is looking for a mate, and even then, many end up finding rogues." But neither do we record the history of our lines. It's far too hazardous. We only know what has been passed down verbally from generation to generation." Carol stroked the bandage around her neck. "What kind of person am I?"