The Millennium Wolves Free Epub Novels & Stories

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?

a voice yells. “Are you sure this is how you want to do it?” Milo asks Calesti. “He needs to know,” Calesti says with a sigh. “Every wolf on this planet is born without a soul, we’re heartless,” Milo starts and all the wolves howl to the moon, they were happy about the fact that they are born without a soul? “But you’re nice,” I heard Finn say to Calesti. “Now you monsters settle down, you all know we are looking for our lost souls,” Theo says howling with them happily.

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.

Irritated, I pulled it away from him and closer to myself. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm always so interested in myths and legends. The stories are so amazing. I'd just never seen that one before, the one you were looking at. About wolves that are cursed to remain as humans. That's like... A twisted version of the werewolf story." He kept rambling on, telling the story of creation and how all 'supernatural' beings were created. I didn't know how this pertained to me because I was a wolf and nothing else but I was drawn to Motty's story and when he was done, looking up at me like he expected me to have a question of some kind, I realized that this must be it. This must be the informant

"I mean we are in the middle of a heated make out session.. At least that's what I thought... And I'm getting pretty horny here.. But you on the other side ask me about wolves? Is that what you're thinking about while kissing me?" Fuck me! "no... Anzania.. We were kissing and I was so much into it... then you said you have to go to work and then my mind started speeding to the last week and how calm everything has been. It's like the wolves heard us or something and now they aren't attaching." I said trying to cover up the fact that I was still not at ease. This was worrying me. I mean if these wolves were my kind, then they could watch news too as people and turn to wolves at anytime. Which

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.

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

They knelt down and pushed my sweat laced raven hair away from my face, their eyes open and kind. “Hello.” The one with brown eyes and rainbow hair said sweetly, his tone low and soft. “Hello.” I responded nervously, watching him for any sign of aggression. “Why are you laid on the ground?” The second wolf asked me, his blue eyes curious and yet humorous. I sighed, knowing that I should think before I speak, not all tribes were friendly to strangers. “I tripped and I am unable to get back up, I was in the glass tubes for days without food or water.”

“These wolves...this little pack of…well, what do we call them? The red-eyed wolves?” I feel Edric shrug. “They’re called demons in every book I’ve ever read.” I don’t like that. I can’t think of my baby as a demon. “I won’t call Deimos a demon.” “He’s not. What about them?” “Back at Mountain Fire, they made it seem like these wolves are psychopaths, and stronger than other wolves.” “Stronger than regular wolves, not stronger than Lycans. I don’t know if they’re really psychopaths, but they do have bizarre…impulses.”

she laughed and the large black wolf growled low in his throat as he flattened his ears to his head and pointed his enormous snout in the direction of the scraggly blood covered swamp wolf, Mj’s head was beginning to pound so she tucked herself into the soft intoxicating fur of the wolf carrying her. Azreal paced back and forth in the empty dining hall and Lila sat in a large high backed chair behind him as the double doors opened and Ace walked in followed by Sam, and Ed. Tanner and Moxie trudged in behind them each with a struggling captive followed by Dante who was still carrying Mj. All of the wolves had shifted back to their human forms and each wore a pair of black spandex athletic pa