The Millennium Wolves Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

Mind linking is a way to communicate telepathically with people inside your pack, when you have your wolf. As always, everyone starts grinning and chuckling the second they see me. If only they knew I could rip them all to shreds if I wanted to. If I hadn’t promised my mom I wouldn’t show Ares, and if I wasn’t afraid of retribution against her. So many “ifs”. As soon as they spot Millie, however, their chuckles and grins die down. Due to my wolf hearing, I can hear them whispering to one another. “Who is she? And what is she doing with that thing?”.

My faultline burns. “They’re attuned to me,” I whisper. “Tracking the interface.” The Prime’s growl deepens, vibrating through the earth. They should not exist here. The lead dark wolf opens its mouth. Words crawl out. Not sound. Command. Asset confirmed. Extraction window compromised. Initiate correction. The pack explodes. Midnight’s wolves surge forward with a thunderous roar, meeting the dark hounds in a collision of teeth, claws, and fury. The sound is brutal—bone snapping, flesh tearing, snarls ripped raw from throats.

I took the chaos to mind link Tristan in privacy, his voice weak from the amount of silver he was contained with. : Tristan, is this you? The attack? It’s 50 wolves, no scent… what?... they’re all black wolves… Tristan, what is this? : the moment I see them I’m shocked, they are all huge like Silas, if not bigger, their fur as black as night and they are all lethal and deadly looking. A black-furred wolf is a thing of legend, no wolf has ever been fully black, not since the very first Alpha, the very first wolf to ever howl to the moon. If these 50 wolves were all pitch black...who the hell were they and where the hell did they come from?

I whisper-yelled. “ Ahem!”, Someone cleared their throat above us. We looked up, and in the trees were three wolves staring down at us. I sighed, “ Shit…”. ****** MILLICENT ‘Mate is here!’ My wolf barked in my head and I jumped to my feet. Landon’s scent drifted to my nose. My wolf clawed inside me, trying to take over and get out of here. The was commotion above us, “ I can sense our warriors!” One of the wolves announced almost at the same time. I started pulling on the chains, “ Everyone pull! We need to get out of here now!” I yelled.

She said with a quiet voice. Mireille was the kind of person who never shouts. She's known as the oldest wolf in the whole of the Silent Howl Clan. She'd retreated into the light parts of the mountains to live a quiet life after clocking the long age of 700 years. She'd seen wolves come and go, seen the not so common lycans who appeared once in a blue moon at different large clans who rarely interfered with each other. She lived in the most peaceful pack under the silent howl clan, Moon whisper pack.

“Rafael… Rafael’s army has arrived.” Killian’s forces tried to regroup, but before they could, another wave of wolves appeared. This time, they came from the south. Leading them was a massive red wolf, its fur blazing like fire under the bright sun. The wolf stood on a rocky outcrop, her stance commanding as she let out a powerful howl. The sound echoed across the battlefield, sharp and clear, like a command. Half of Killian's army froze at that, their movements stopping as if held by invisible chains. She howled again, louder this time, and something incredible happened—the warriors turned toward her. Slowly, they bowed, then, without hesitation, rushed to join her side.

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

Grace growled again, this time, the sound more menacing and the wolf growled right back. And then I knew. I realized why it stared at me with laughter in its eyes. I was wrong to think Grace’s growling sounded menacing. To this wolf, it must have sounded like a whining pup because when the beast in front of me opened its mouth, a sound that shook the ground filled the air. I found myself ducking even as Grace flinched, taking a step back and lowering her head despite every fibre of my being screaming against showing deference. My teeth gnashed and I fought the force making me lower my head. And as I raised my head, a sigh fell from my lips.

"We don't want humans aware of our existence. I already told you nobody wants to kill you." She relaxed a little. "How do you do that with your voice?" "I am the Alpha, leader of the pack, your new leader," he said. "There is a hierarchy around here." "So I have to listen to whatever you say?" "You still have free will if that's what you're asking. But wolves automatically respect their Alpha. It's natural to follow a leader." "Do we change into wolves on the full moon? Will silver bullets kill us?"

Told me that my place was on the streets and nowhere else. The two men finally passed a cafe on the other side of the street. I turned left, into an alley. My body shuddered at the prospect of turning. The wolf I had was a vicious thing. Had no mercy or grace. But she came in handy in situations like these. If she decided to show face. Unlike normal wolves, I struggled to turn. Had struggled since my first full moon after my thirteenth birthday. Apparently, not all wolves had minds of their own. Only mine.