The Millennium Wolves Novels & Stories

I just tried. I glanced back at Mila. She tried to scare the wolves with her machete. She wasn’t the same crazy woman everyone talked about. She has a goal to protect and preserve her life. For her parents. For the justice and maybe I should do the same. One of the wolves tried to scratch my skin with his paw, but I used all of my strength and kick his neck. The wolf fell to the ground. Did I just become stronger than I used to? I forgot there was another wolf. The other wolf tried to bite me when a black wolf entered Mila’s hut and attacked the two wolves behind. Gelo! I knew it was Gelo! He’s a black wolf.

At the main entrance, wolves flowed like flies on shit, fighting each other to gain entrance and I bowled them over, roaring through the doorway. Wolves' bodies were thrown in all directions as a one wolf wrecking machine guarded the stairwell leading to Alina's room. Elijah Deveraux looked every inch the apex predator, his monstrous wolf keeping the mindless frenzy at bay as he fought viciously, protecting his daughter. His wolf gave a brief look of gratitude as I entered the fray, fighting my way to him until we stood back to back. "They can't get past us." His powerful voice sounded in my mind, and I nodded grimly as the next wave of wolves descended upon us, intent on claiming a mate.

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

“Of course, you know how being a late bloomer sucks the life out of you. What makes this new?” “It’s getting worse. And If care is not taken, anything might happen. She is worried sick about what it might mean. You know what I mean, being without a wolf for the rest of your life. If she is unable to shift and find her mate before the Carmella, she would be banished or married off to churn up hybrids for some Western beast” “It doesn’t mean shit. She only reads too much into things. She should wait. I know how it feels, I felt the same way while waiting for that beast of a man. Remember?’’

Arthur added. “Arthur, you know I cannot, would not, lie to you,” Mila replied. “Bash felt drawn to that red wolf. Who is the red wolf?” Arthur repeated. “You know Bash is a part of me,” he continued. “Red wolves are a taboo, aren’t they?” Mila asked seriously. “Well, red wolves are extinct yes,” Arthur nodded. “They were hunted down,” Mila whispered. “That is kind of true,” Arthur nodded again. Mila bit her lip again.

Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title. How many times she'd been told that the legendary book had disappeared some generations back. That book - or the book, as they always emphasized it - was rumored to hold all the details of their pack history, all the genealogy charts of the genealogy and history of her pack. She was well aware it had been lost for years until hints of its reappearance popped up. It was all too much of a coincidence - the mention of this town, Calderwood, and the presence of the author of Wolf in that place, were like beacons leading her on her search. Not to mention the reference to the book.

the Black Wolf growled, his eyes fixed on Millent. "We will not rest until we have what we want. And we will take it, no matter the cost." With those ominous words, the Black Wolf disappeared back into the shadows, leaving Millent and the werewolf pack on edge. They knew that the Moon Clan would be back, and they would be ready. Millicent looked up at her triplets, fear and determination mingling in her gaze. She knew that their love for each other would be tested in the battles to come, and she could only hope that it would be enough to defeat their enemies.

But I knew if we leave her alone during her first shift, she'd die, or she'd never manage to do it, and both options didn't sit well with me, I need her to be safe and happy, to stay near me. "It hurt," she cries out, and I nuzzled her, ignoring her vampire sent and just focusing on her wolf side, she finally managed to do it, she shifted fully, instead of Millie stood a medium size wolf, she's not a puppy, but she's not near my size, she's medium, a bit on the smaller size, a white wolf. "Beautiful," dad says from his side, white wolves are rare, she's one of the rarest wolves out there, being a mixed species, one who could fully shift to both sides.

The wolf stood beside it, watching its reflection on its clear waters, and was thankful to the moon shining above them because if it weren't for it, Camila wouldn't have seen what her wolf looked like. She was big. Bigger than Alpha Killan's, and she was amazed at the number of questions rushing through her mind. She was completely black, except for her ears, which were pure white, and her eyes, which glowed red. She read books when she was young. She had heard tales, and she had heard the elders of the pack talking about them. They were rare, pure black wolves with pure whitish ears and glowing red eyes. They hadn't had one in about a hundred years, so she was the first one. She didn't know

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.