The Millennium Wolves Book Novels & Stories

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

******* 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

Alexandra couldn't and wouldn't talk even though a piece of her heart was dying each time one of her men was killed before her eyes. However, it was getting harder and harder not to break, not to give in. Her body and mind were always in flames, being broken and bent out of shape over and over again. She had never known pain like this; she had never known hatred like this. She was losing herself in the darkness, in the pain. There was nothing left but blood, pain, tears and an agony that knew no bounds. Base had become a land of pain for anyone different, anyone out of place. There was no light here any longer; what little compassion Idris had once held towards Black Wolf Clan was dead and b

As the fight got more intense, the two werewolves shifted, so that where two men were fighting before, there was a very large grey wolf, Thomas, and a slightly smaller black wolf, Jonas. The wolves circled each other, the grey one’s eyes full of wisdom, experience, and anger. In the black wolf’s eyes were a knowing look … and triumph, which was weird because it was being beaten hands down. Several bones in its body had been broken and it was favoring its right front leg, whereas the other wolf was very much unhurt. The fact that the black wolf was being beaten did not seem to faze it, though. Its eyes kept darting around, as though searching for something, so the pack members thought that it

"I'll protect it with my life." Daphne took the book from my hands and gently laid it on the table, then she held my hands. "Kalyssa, let me be clear. This is not your book; it's the book of your people. You are merely a steward of this book, charged with preserving it for the next generation of wolves—your children, and eventually, their children." My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "My children?" A smile spread across her lips as she smiled. "Your children will be superwolves."

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.

I can't answer that now, I just don't know what to expect anymore. "Here," Abel announces and comes over the couch that I am sitting with a book in his hands. He hands me the book and opens it to a page. I take a moment to read what it is that he is pointing to and can immediately feel his magnetic pull on me as he sits beside me. I want to look into his eyes, try to see what he is feeling, but I know that he wants me to read this passage, so I focus on the words and read. "In times of great turmoil, when the brink of war is on the horizon. Two wolves from two packs will be born, who will one day unite the packs and bring peace. One a broken-hearted male and one a she-wolf, a slave to a syst

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