The Millennium Wolves Free Full Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

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.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

A story of struggle, resistance and union against oppression. As the story untled, I listened attentively, immersed in Randall's words. It was a moment of deep connection between us, an opportunity to understand and share the stories that shaped our existences. The other wolves, initially uncomfortable with my presence, gradually surrendered to Randall's narrative. They realized that, despite the differences between us, we had something in common: the search for freedom and the need for protection and unity. As the night progressed, tensions subsided and the conversation flowed more harmoniously. The wolves began to share their own stories, legends and experiences. I listened, fascinated, ev

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

Their triumph over darkness would forever be etched in the annals of their pack's history, a testament to the power of love and the indomitable spirit of Millent and the triplets. Years passed since Millicent, Mike, Daniel, and Alex emerged victorious over Silas and his dark forces. Their pack thrived under their leadership, united by the bonds of love and the resilience that had carried them through the trials of their past. Millent and the triplets had built a legacy of unity and acceptance, rewriting the traditions of their pack to embrace love in all its forms. They were admired and respected, not only by their fellow werewolves but by neighbouring supernatural communities as well.

Roman POV. Since I'm so bored, let me tell you a story about me, the story of how I came to live with my father, Ethan Black, a big badass wolf. Back when I was a puppy, just as small as Aurora is right now, I used to live in a pack with my mother and father, just like everyone else, but then our pack was attacked, it's not so uncommon, but fights happen between packs, between wolf and humans, it happens.

"Well, the chapter was interesting, it was about a certain millennial wolf, who happened to be cursed by the moon goddess, he had to go through different tests to get the curse taken away from his life. At the point he decided to give up, the curse was taken away and he was returned to his rightful pack." "How's that interesting, me it's boring," she said, throwing some popcorn into her mouth. "I am sorry, maybe it's because of the way I said it, but trust me when I said it was damn great, it had a lot of twists, and the end was great." "Great? If it was, then tell me about it, and continue with the story." I chuckled, shaking my head, "You already said it's boring, I won't want to bore you

"The Vlkolak were like any Were species until about eight hundred years ago. About that time, the Alpha took a mate but she was not a wolf, she was a panther. They had ten cubs, all wolves, there was no thought that anything was out of the ordinary. Their cubs all had cubs of their own. It wasn't until the fifth generation that something happened. One of the females mated with a male from another pack under the Wolf Moon. She had twins that grew up seemingly normal, but when they reached adulthood, there was something wrong. They were decidedly evil and became killers." "Are you saying all these women's cubs will be like those killers?" "No Morgan, let me finish and then you'll understand."

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.