The Millennium Wolves Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.

I slowly sat down on the ground even though it was hard. The black wolf attacked Reginald, he move backward to avoid the attacked, they’re running from the distance and for an instance Reginald attacked the black wolf using his talons from his paws. Uncounted attacked that he made and he bite the enemy to the neck. Wanted to get rid of the black wolf from him but Reginald was stronger he didn't give the enemy a chance to retaliate until the black wolf gradually lost consciousness and the black wolf bathing on his own blood to the ground. It looks like his head will be detached to his neck.

He let himself be the wolf he had never been allowed to be, the wolf who had been buried under years of rage and pain and fear. Lysander sat in the library, reading aloud from an old book. His voice was soft, calm, steady, a gentle flow of words that carried the young wolves into other worlds, into other times, into other lives. The young wolves gathered around him, their eyes wide, their mouths open, their minds hungry for stories of the past. He read tales of the first wolf, of the packs, of the world before the shadow, of the wolves who had built the first territories and the wolves who had kept the peace, of the wars that had been fought and the peace that had been won. He smiled when th

Not with this cursed band strangling the soul out of me. So I stared, cold and unmoved, letting my silence speak the promise my mouth never could: One day, I will destroy you. One of the books shifted slightly on the table, falling open just enough to reveal images—hand-drawn wolves with glowing, mournful eyes and shattered jaws. Caged. Silenced. Like me. His eyes flicked to the page with casual malice. “These talk about wolves who defied their mates,” he said, like he was discussing a bedtime story.

Something was wrong. I burst out of the mansion finding my way to the field where her voice came from, the sight before me freezing my blood. Ariel was on the floor, her body trembling violently, hands clawing at her throat as if trying to grasp air that wouldn’t come. Her lips were pale, her breaths shallow and ragged. Around her, several wolves stood frozen, their eyes wide with helplessness. None dared approach her. "What the hell are you all standing around for?!" My voice was a thunderous roar, but I didn’t wait for an answer.

Tell who you are. The footsteps were slow and deliberate. Then they stopped. There was no sound until I turned. ‘Who are you?’ I echoed again. ‘We have net before.’ She paused and looked at me. I stared back and didn’t say a word. My wolf growled within me, waiting for a go-ahead from me to strike. ‘I am Miranda, the last of the witches of the royal coven.’ ‘Are they not supposed to be extinct?’ ‘We are. But a witch caused me to sleep for a hundred years and I had only recently awoken.’

As we walked, the soft thud of our footsteps echoed through the solemn space. Jeremiah, a wise and weathered wolf with a graying muzzle, carried an ancient book in his hands. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. We reached a magnificent wooden table, carved with the same designs, and Jeremiah gently placed the book upon it. "Lyra," he began, his voice deep and resonant, "this book holds the secrets of our pack's legacy, and within its pages lies the tale of the Silver Werewolf." My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes fixed on the book. "Tell me, Jeremiah," I said, my voice filled with anticipation. "What is the story of the Silver Werewolf?"

“Pathetic as always. Hand over your strongest and the young ones. Maybe we’ll let the rest crawl away.” Rage burned hot in me. Milo whimpered from where he clung to Nissa’s side, his little hands clutching at her dress, and something inside me snapped. I stepped forward, past the line of rogues who were frozen in fear. My voice was sharp. “You’ll get nothing here.” The man’s laughter echoed. “And who’s going to stop us? You?” He didn’t expect it. None of them did. The shift ripped through me, my bones cracking, my skin tearing, and the fire inside my blood rushing out as fur replaced flesh. My wolf exploded forward—a big brown beast larger than most males, towering in the firelight. Gasps ec

“Are you just going to sit there? Or are you going to do something about it?” Well… Fuck me! “I’ll give you a 20-second head start,” I grinned, my wolf howling and ready for the hunt. “Don’t go easy on me!” Her wolf made a cuffing sound that sounded just like when Rhea scoffed at something stupid I would say or do. But without any more prompting, she spun and took off into the forest, disappearing fast. Grinning, I took off my clothes, counting to twenty in my head. My wolf was eager to shift, jumping up and down in my mind and barking like a puppy ready to play.

"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.