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.

"Do you perhaps remember that conversation we had about Noelle—" "Of course! How could I forget? The episode where she told Hendris that she would rather fuck herself because she cannot deal with an egotistical, misogynistic man who thinks a little to nothing...and she was a nun, can you believe that!" "Yes, what else stood out about that episode?" Michael asked me, and I bit my cheek, trying to remember anything significant about that episode. "Something to do about stages?" "Oh! The eye colour theory!" I snapped my fingers. "Purple is the First Generational Wolves, the strongest of all five. Jasper are second, Teal are third, white is the fourth but are extinct and blue is hybrids," I reci

“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?’’

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

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.

"Ah, here it is. Wolves of golden irises are those with great powers to protect. Shadows are powerful midnight wolves. They were created to be assassins for the moon goddess to eliminate any strong powers that threatened their kind." But Chris's wolf is brown with white spots. The next section read wolves of golden iris with brown or red coats are gifted with strength and powerful auras to help defend those who are under tyranny. Chris couldn't be a shadow unless he had a black wolf, but he did have golden eyes and a brown wolf.

The other two wolves emerged from behind the mansion, their fur a darker, more foreboding shade that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. The three wolves padded towards Nicholas, their eyes fixed on their Alpha with a deep, unwavering loyalty. As they drew closer, they fell into step before him, their howls merging with his in a chorus of sorrow and defiance. Together, the four werewolves stood as one, their voices echoing through the night, a testament to their unbreakable bond and their shared commitment to their pack.

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?

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.

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.