Novel & Cerita The Millennium Wolves By Sapir Englard

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

I've only ever seen one bloodline with glowing red eyes before. I thought back to Alpha Gabriel with his black fur and glowing red orbs that seemed to burn through my soul. From what everyone said, he was good and pure. He was an honest Alpha who loved his mate more than anything in the world, but he was also terrifying to look at in his fur. Parker moved forward, pressing his nose against the barrier, and snorting with a shake of his head as he pulled back. If a wolf as strong as his couldn't get through, I had no doubt that no one could.

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.

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.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

I met her at the gates, Kael and Caspian flanking me as always. "You came back," I said. "I promised I would." Mira's eyes were clear, steady. "I brought news. Good news, I think." "Tell us." She took a breath. "I spoke to twelve packs. Twelve. Wolves who'd followed Seraphine for generations, who believed her lies, who thought you were the enemy. And every single one of them—" She paused, emotion flickering across her face. "Every single one of them wants to meet you. To hear your truth for themselves."

Wayne muttered and Olive whipped her head at him, scowling deeply. “Don't even think using words like that on me will get me to stop being angry,” she blurted but Wayne laughed and winked. “This is a masterpiece. It contains every myth and legend regarding the firewolf, what is true and not true,” Mufasa spoke out as he began glancing through the pages. “Apparently, they're rare and only happen in millenniums. According to Milicent who almost turned us all to book shelves of course,” Crusoe stated.

Rah shuffled through it and then dropped it disappointed, “It just explains how a clan is your friend or foe. No mention of oldest, deadliest clans.” “Let’s first look for the book that talks about the oldest and most dangerous clans, okay?” Arthur suggested. “And keep an eye out for any mention of the red wolf, okay.” “Red wolf as in Mila?” Rah asked with raised eyes. “You knew Mila is a wolf?” Arthur gasped. “I suspected it. I have seen a glint of the red wolf in the past few days, you know since she came here, but never properly. Also, her hair is red, which usually is the color of the fur of the wolf, isn’t it?” Rah deduced.

One of the wolves clamped its jaws down on her shoulder, dragging her to the ground. She yelped, the sound ripping through me like a blade. I could feel Ralph’s fury rising, matching the growing knot in my stomach. Redhead’s wolf struggled beneath the wolf’s grip, her body trembling, her movements weaker. For a moment, I thought it was over. Then, with a sudden surge of energy, she twisted her body, slamming her hind leg into the wolf’s ribs. The force sent the big wolf sprawling, her jaws releasing her shoulder. Samiya's wolf scrambled to her feet, breathing heavily, blood dripping down her side. She faced the remaining wolves, her eyes gleaming with fierce determination.

she shrieked, trying to push herself up on trembling arms. The windows exploded inward. Glass showered the room as three massive wolves burst through, their bodies rippling with raw power. Miranda threw her arms over her face, feeling the rush of wind and fur and something ancient that made her own wolf whimper in submission. Daniel scrambled backward, his face drained of all color. The chanting outside stopped abruptly. The three wolves were enormous, each one easily twice the size of normal pack wolves. One had fur black as midnight, another russet brown that gleamed like polished copper, and the third was silver-grey like winter storm clouds.