The Millennium Wolves Novels & Stories

But even the loss of one pack member felt unbearable. I scoured the fighting crowd for Miles and Millie. Miles appeared first. He and Ralf were at an impasse; Ralf appeared weary. The silver and wolf’s bane must have done a number on him. Millie was facing off two medium-sized wolves and holding her own. Although Millie did not train as an enforcer, she’d practised as a warrior since we were little, and she could take on any wolf, alpha alike. We were progressing, and it seemed victory would be ours. The wolf’s bane had weakened Ralf’s men, and their strength waned. I sighed in relief. A miraculous victory seemed imminent.

The truth was close. And Silvercrest held the key. They had barely crossed into Silvercrest’s land when the first warning came. A single howl—long, deep, commanding. Theoden slowed. So did the others. Within seconds, they were surrounded. A dozen wolves stepped from the shadows, massive and silent, their silver-gray fur almost blending into the mist. But it was their eyes that caught Theoden’s attention. Not gold. Not brown. Silver. Cold. Calculating. The wolves of Silvercrest weren’t like other packs. They were old. Not just in age—but in purpose. And right now, they were watching Theoden like they were deciding whether to kill him or hear him out.

It wasn’t ideal and it kinda sucked ass, but I understood the logic behind his ruling. Alessandro and I went to the commons, an area in the recreational wing we were held before the claiming started that wolves can gather to socialize, have a drink or two, eat a snack from the bar, and play games like karaoke, darts, billiards, poker and more. Not many were out since it was technically the dead day and it was getting close to curfew for unmated male wolves. Alessandro flirted with a few she-wolves, but we struck out before it was time to head back to our shared room. I was a little bummed, but not because I didn’t find someone to hook up with, I was more disappointed that I still haven’t fou

I had never encountered a werewolf with brown eyes. “Of Course, you didn’t. He is one of The Blessed Moon Pack werewolves. The name has it. They are blessed with rare and extraordinary powers. What else do you expect?” Miracle talked aloud. This wolf! She would never stop reading my fucking mind. Killian’s wolf vibrated his tail and radiated fire. It was hot in the room. Suddenly, it was so hot in there. He didn’t leave me with any choice. Miracle senses danger and shifts immediately. Her giant paws landed over the ground. Her blue eyes were bright. The temperature of the room kept increasing.

Usually, she wants me to handle everything, so I am prepared. I made it a few steps before I heard crying. Rounding the corner, I saw Mila in the corner with Claudia holding her. “I’m so sorry, Mila. Wolves differ greatly from the rest. I know witches don’t really have mates and vampires take chosen mates. Wolves are the only ones that fate decides for them.” “It’s true. Mates are very precious to wolves.” I said making my presence known. “I don’t know why he hates me!” Mila wailed.

He towered above me like a dark mountain with bright red eyes that shone like the stars in the sky. "I want them both dead!" I heard Bazaar yell. Several werewolves protectors and hunters encircled us ready to attack. The blood-eyed werewolf howled and I saw them scattered about like dead leaves by the powerful sound that came from his mouth. My face grimaced in pain at the sound, it was too strong for my ears. My ears felt like they were bleeding. My hand pressed hard against both ears trying to block out the dangerous and deafening sound. "You both will not leave this wall alive," Bazaar and more of his guards aimed their weapons shooting wolfbanes arrows at us.

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

I closed my eyes and felt as if my soul had entered another dimension, where Wyatt's wolf was waiting, circling excitedly. Mila appeared, lazily. Noah growled, "Mine!" and ran towards Mila. Mila rolled her eyes. Apparently, she was disinterested in the enthusiasm shown by her partner. "It seems that Mila is not satisfied with the arrangement of the Moon Goddess." Wyatt laughed. I watched the funny way Noah chased MIia, poor Noah. "Mila, she expects her wolf to be cold and tough. Noah isn't that challenging enough for her." I heard Noah growl "I CAN BE TOUGH! Mila!!" and Mila ran faster during Noah's shouting. Wyatt and I laughed at them together.

Then like a damn metaphoric light bulb on top of my head, it clicked. “They are acting like a pack. They’re not doing anything that could bring awareness or retaliation to where they came from, and not giving any details on where the rest of them are or how many wolves they have. But I thought a rogue pack was a myth.” “Not a myth. There was one that came together on the east coast as I told you when you were younger. They haven’t been heard from in decades, but who’s to say that someone didn’t try again here? Either way we need to be able to look at this from all angles. Don’t take anything for granted and don’t assume anything. I want everyone to remain vigilant and keep your eyes out for