The Millennium Wolves Novels & Stories

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

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?

Wayne muttered and Olive whipped her head at him, scowling deeply. “Don't even think using words like that on me will get me to stop being angry,” she blurted but Wayne laughed and winked. “This is a masterpiece. It contains every myth and legend regarding the firewolf, what is true and not true,” Mufasa spoke out as he began glancing through the pages. “Apparently, they're rare and only happen in millenniums. According to Milicent who almost turned us all to book shelves of course,” Crusoe stated.

“Because there was no Milo who was after you!” At my words, her mouth dropped to the floor. I went closer to her and circled her. “Alpha Rudy of the Neon pack is a friend and when I asked him about Milo in his pack, he said, there is none that goes by that name. So my other option was to find a ‘Milo’ for you.” I scoffed as I pointed at Milo, who was standing a few feet away. “He happens to be the only other Milo in this vicinity and he—” I glared at her with repugnance. “He lives in a small community, a few miles from the Neon pack. Guess what community is that?” When she froze, I couldn’t help sneering. “Yes, that’s the only red-light area for wolves.”

It is listening. Behind us, branches snap. One of the werewolves, Dax, and the female mercenary, Liora, are arguing about direction. Therin’s voice joins in, smooth and mocking. Elyra glides ahead, muttering something that might be a spell. The she-wolf, Renna, keeps close to the witch’s shadow, and the older wolf, Corran, trails her protectively. The rest scatter into fog. “Just a tip,” the Herald’s voice booms from nowhere. “The forest feeds on loneliness!”

His amber eyes swept the high crags defensively, his jaw set in a hard, unyielding line that signaled his wolf was still aggressively policing the perimeter of our pack. "The frontline column has officially cleared the valley floor, Lyra," Killian rumbled, his deep, chest-vibrating voice dropping into a register that made the war-steeds shift nervously. He leaned closer, his dark, heavy scent of cedar and copper flaring hot against the freezing mist. "Six thousand wolves—Bloodmoon, Northern alliance, and the first conscripts of the capital houses—are moving in a tight wedge. They aren't marching for a crown anymore. They are marching for their lives. The prince thought he could poison our wa

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

Eight hundred plus five hundred = one thousand three hundred wolves now, biggest pack in North, ever, hunting together, howling birth howl for twins eighteen, howling victory howl for new Blood Moon dead. Kael picked up Isabella, Silver Luna, Silas, Luna, Sol, all in white dresses and small silver fur, carrying his Luna, daughter, son-in-law, grandpups, in huge white old beast arms, out of snow, onto roof, where one thousand three hundred wolves howled victory howl, White Beast howl, Silver Luna howl, twin Silver pups howl, and far away, new Blood Moon five hundred wolves howled surrender howl, joining Moon Goddess Pack, family that started with girl in red dress sent to die number one hundr

“It’s time, little wolf. The pack is waiting.” I took a deep breath, placing my hand in his. Ryder immediately flanked my other side, his massive, heavy hand settling possessively onto the bare curve of my lower back. Together, we walked out of the estate and into the crisp, biting autumn night. The sacred grounds were located deep in a clearing surrounded by ancient redwoods. A massive bonfire roared in the center, sending sparks dancing up into the star-studded sky. The entire Black pack—hundreds of wolves—stood in a massive, silent circle. As we approached, the crowd parted instantly, bowing their heads in a wave of submission that sent a shiver of pure power down my spine.