The Millennium Wolves Free Epub Novels & Stories

But even the loss of one pack member felt unbearable. I scoured the fighting crowd for Miles and Millie. Miles appeared first. He and Ralf were at an impasse; Ralf appeared weary. The silver and wolf’s bane must have done a number on him. Millie was facing off two medium-sized wolves and holding her own. Although Millie did not train as an enforcer, she’d practised as a warrior since we were little, and she could take on any wolf, alpha alike. We were progressing, and it seemed victory would be ours. The wolf’s bane had weakened Ralf’s men, and their strength waned. I sighed in relief. A miraculous victory seemed imminent.

“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.

Usually, she wants me to handle everything, so I am prepared. I made it a few steps before I heard crying. Rounding the corner, I saw Mila in the corner with Claudia holding her. “I’m so sorry, Mila. Wolves differ greatly from the rest. I know witches don’t really have mates and vampires take chosen mates. Wolves are the only ones that fate decides for them.” “It’s true. Mates are very precious to wolves.” I said making my presence known. “I don’t know why he hates me!” Mila wailed.

he said with regret. “So, to lay a claim the werewolf man has to rape me?” I asked with dismay. He shook his head as he said, “Not rape you. He needs to have sex with you, though.” “Well, that can’t happen,” Kenzie said with conviction as she held me close. “It should have never happened to begin with. It most certainly won’t happen again.” “They’re crafty,” Noah complained. “The guy tranquilized Snow to get to her. That wolf was my ace in the hand.”

Someday, I’d watch as she and her wolf passed from this life. “Did you know that the previous Moon Goddess granted immortality to wolves she thought deserved it? She’d make them a part of her army. They live in the City of Dusk and Dawn. According to Azrael, Orion, and Draco, they’re happy and thriving.” I murmured, not breaking my stare from her eyes. Understanding dawned across her face. “You want to make me immortal?” I swallowed the knot in my throat, “Only if you want it.” She licked her lips, then pursed them. Her eyes strayed across the room to where Sephtis stood. He had his head turned, but I had a strange feeling he was listening in on our conversation.

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

Fenrir immediately recognized the wolf. With elegant steps, a wolf with rich white fur descended from the skies, as if stepping on invisible steps. Her head held high and her eyes a vibrant shade of royal purple, she faces them. The white werewolf opens her mouth and produces an otherworldly voice, echoing and penetrating their bodies with every word. “I have cleansed the lands.”

The crisp morning air carried the sharp, bitter stench of exposed treason, bleeding out from the center of the stone circle where Vivian and her six disgraced minions lay pinned against the damp grass. Braham stood beside my granddaughter, his chest expanded, his alpha pressure radiating outward in massive, suffocating waves that forced the weaker wolves in the perimeter to drop their eyes. Millie stood tall at his side, the raw, fresh mating marks on her neck serving as a stark, undeniable declaration of her ascension. The throne was sealed, and the fools on the ground were staring into the jaws of the empire they had tried to steal.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

Bile rises in my throat, and I race to the bathroom, releasing the stale bread and old meat I had for breakfast this morning into my lopsided toilet. Pain ripples through me with each dry heave. I’m empty. Nothing left to come up, but the convulsions don’t stop for a few seconds more. Tears burn in my eyes as I cling helplessly to the bathroom wall, digging my nails into the cheap linoleum tiles. “It’s okay, Kay. Let me take over. Just rest and let go.” I can’t. I want to, but letting Milla take over would only worsen matters. When I shift… it draws attention. The other wolves of River Crest are light brown, honey, or reddish in color. They are of average size and build. But Milla?