The Millennium Wolves By Sapir Englard Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sighing heavily, the man sat down and said rather harshly: - Listen to me, Emily, listen and understand the simple truth: you are already a wolf, the wolf gene is inside you from birth. I do not know what clan you are from, but judging by the fact that you lived alone and were not aware of who you really are, none of your clan has been alive for a long time. But you are a she-wolf, true, sooner or later you would have converted anyway. Yes, I would, Amy. But it is better to pass the initiation earlier than later. After all, every moment of delay in turning into a she-wolf will become unbearably painful for you during the ceremony.

“I’m not a total idiot when it comes to the wild. I’ve just never had the opportunity to enjoy it like this. It’s all new. That’s all.” “I see,” he said as his mesmerizing eyes studied me. After an uncomfortable silence that felt like hours, but I guessed were only seconds, he added, “This is Snow. He lives in these parts. Since you’ve ventured into his territory and he’s now aware of you, you might as well get acquainted.” As he moved toward me, the wolf did the same. With a renewed panic, I quickly stepped back. “Stand still and let him smell you,” Noah practically barked. “This can go good or bad. The choice is yours.”

“Alpha Lucas, the blood is extracted and she needs treatment now. Once she wakes, we take her inside and handle the Council.” "Since it is done, it stays a secret," I snapped, my jaw aching from clenching. I lifted my mate’s limp body from the bed with hands that shook with every step, finding that she weighed nothing—less than nothing—while the bond thread burned hotter with each breath I took. "You’re empty now," Ivy whispered as we left, her voice barely there. “Let’s see how long the Millennium Wolf lasts without a pack.” Three days later Sienna’s POV

My eyes were glowing yellow, a warm, golden light that seemed to pulse with an inner power. Suddenly, a majestic wolf appeared beside me, its fur a shimmering silver-gray in the dim light. The wolf's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of recognition. "Hello, Isla," the wolf said in a low, raspy voice, its words echoing in my mind. "My name is Elara. I've been waiting centuries to meet you." I stared at the wolf in wonder, my mind reeling with questions. The wolf's voice was unlike anything I'd ever heard before - rough and wild, yet somehow familiar.

I couldn't finish the sentence. The room tilted sideways. Darryl caught me before I could fall, his hands steady and strong on my shoulders. "You should sit down," he said softly. "Your body's still adjusting to the awakening." Anger flared inside me, making the golden light intensify. "Stop treating me like I'm going to break!" I pulled away from him. "I want real answers. No more secrets. No more careful silences." Elena stepped forward, her face serious. "You're right. You deserve the truth." She picked up the ancient leather book from the counter. "But understand that we're learning too. Golden Wolves are practically myths - the last recorded sighting was over five hundred years ago."

my name echoed in my mind, not spoken, not imagined, simply there. A sound escaped me, a strange blend of a laugh and a sob. Then, the wolves surfaced within me, all at once. Orion's came first, a colossal, gold-eyed entity burning with restless instinct, pacing the confines of our shared consciousness like a predator finally catching its scent. Then Zeviar's, larger, quieter, like a tempest held captive beneath ice, approaching not with aggression, but with a recognition so immediate it made my chest ache.

END OF FLASHBACK Elsie was so engrossed on her spells in raising the Medallion Wolves that she didn't noticed the silent figure behind her all these while. Her followers had gone to the grave of the Medallion Wolves to dig out the remains of their bones. Medallion Wolves are the only wolves in the wolf history who had went rogue. A one wolf that can multiply into three or battalion wolves at a time, hence it name. No one know what had ended their life. Some stories goes that the wolf was the first creation of Mankind, but had anger the one who had created them. Some said the wolf went mad and took his own life.

Angel sincerely told Mira but she shook her head while smiling at him. “No, you have the right to know what I know about them.” Mira smiled assuringly at him. “Then I’m all ears.” Angel smiled genuinely and began on listening attentively to his mate. “Honestly, I am not familiar with them but from what I’ve heard before, Spirit wolves dwells in the Singarti Kingdom for a very long time ago. It exists the same with vampires and witches but as generation pass, they began to be extinct. They were not hunted by anyone, to be honest, but they suddenly left without a trace.” Mira went on speaking about what she knew about the Spirit Wolf that Angel was intrigued about.

He was stunning, I allowed white wolves were defunct. There hasn't been a sighting of a white wolf in times. perhaps this pack is more special than they realise. He whined and nudged his conk under my nib. I suppose he was asking if I was ok because I am not in his pack, he can not link me. I bobbed my huge head and he plodded back out to the others. Mila was stood in her fine slate wolf with Mateo's spurt black wolf rubbing his fur each over her. He was scenting his mate, wards others off and shows she has a mate. It's relatively cute. Werewolves are veritably territorial, kinda like a sprat with their favourite toy and someone tries to take it. kiddies throw explosions and werewolves are n

The sapphire ice was no longer a surface; it was a stage for a tragedy that had been written in the stars long before I was born. Around us, the ten thousand wolves of the Blood-Moon Pack stood in a sprawling, silent ring. Their crimson eyes, usually a source of strength, were now wide and flickering with a terrifying uncertainty. Through the collective bond, I felt their horror. It was a cold, sharp vibration, a jagged chord that threatened to shatter the synchronization of the Choir.