The Millennium Wolves Free Full Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

One less wolf wouldn't matter to anyone but her daughter. Let them think it was a simple murder. Let Millie believe her mother was just an ordinary woman who'd been poisoned by a jealous mistress. The truth—that June Oslo was a werewolf, that Millie herself carried that supernatural blood—would die with me. It was the only victory I had left. And after thirty years, when I was an old woman who'd served her time? Maybe then I'd write a book. Tell the real story. Though no one would ever believe it.

A howl with a purpose. A quarter of the warriors followed and shifted, the sound of bones breaking and skin tearing serving as the music as the sun started to set. The battle willl stretch ‘til night. In place of the men were wolves, all mighty and ferocious. Fierce slit eyes, a magnificent mane of fur, and razor sharp nails digging the soil. The wolves sat and it was the others’ cue to climb onto them. Atleast four men could ride one wolf. Another howl came from Flavian, and altogether, the wolves huffed and took a leap. In the blink of an eye, all that was left of them were dust from the utter speed.

Kaden’s POV I was determined to kill the wolf, my claws digging deeper as its growls filled the air, but the next thing that happened completely shocked me. Out of nowhere, more wolves started to crawl out from the woods and all of their eyes glowed the same deep red as the one I already had in my grip and out of pure shock, I dropped the one I was holding down. It fell to the ground and I staggered back, my paws digging into the dirt. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Mirra made a sound that was not quite agreement and not quite disagreement, the sound of someone acknowledging a point they found partially valid. "Tomorrow," she said. To me. "Tomorrow," I said. I stood. I looked at the closed leather volume on the table, the three hundred and ten years of silver wolves documented in careful columns, the record of what happened to the packs that received them poorly and the ones that did not. I pressed the locket through my coat. Three centuries, my wolf said. Not with the weight of burden. With the weight of something understood. Three centuries of us. I turned toward the door.

"Can you stand?" she asked Milene even if the answer was obvious. " I will. " Raïna was surprised she said so, but didn't object. She helped her stand up and guided her through the maze of corpses and crying wolves. None of the villagers looked at their Luna or came to ask about her state. They merely looked the other way and Raïna saw a hatred that burned deep down. Milene also wasn't crying as she was abandoning the pack, what was supposed to be the most terrible and atrocious event that could happen to a wolf. Wasn't this her home?

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.

“The Moon Goddess promised, and she will fulfil it now, young one. She said the Winter and the Spring would become one, with one King to rule them all. One powerful, mighty King. The King of the Wolves.” Jayden opened his mouth to speak, but his rage silenced him. He was sick of hearing the strange words that Melissa or Alfred were won’t to say since he came to Snowfall. Now he wanted Melissa to remain quiet. “Do not let your rage blind you, young one. Sit, let me tell you a tale of things that happened to men who lived so long ago that all that remains of them is bone and crusts of dust in their age-old graves. Let me tell you the love story of a wolf and a human.”

All the warriors were conditioned to live life as if they were in active battle so they moved without urgency or fear as we embarked on one of the greatest journeys of our pack. “Let’s end this,” I said. He followed behind me as we went to where the others were gathered. There were over two hundred wolves that would start the operation and we had several backups, all of whom would come after us. We would devastate Blood Moon hard and fast. I shifted. My senses sharpened. The ground underneath quivered with the paws of so many wolves moving at once in the same direction. Blood Moon didn’t know we were coming. Not yet. By the time we got to the borders, their soldiers were just changing shifts

"We don't want humans aware of our existence. I already told you nobody wants to kill you." She relaxed a little. "How do you do that with your voice?" "I am the Alpha, leader of the pack, your new leader," he said. "There is a hierarchy around here." "So I have to listen to whatever you say?" "You still have free will if that's what you're asking. But wolves automatically respect their Alpha. It's natural to follow a leader." "Do we change into wolves on the full moon? Will silver bullets kill us?"