Romans & histoires The Millennium Wolves Read Online

Someday, I’d watch as she and her wolf passed from this life. “Did you know that the previous Moon Goddess granted immortality to wolves she thought deserved it? She’d make them a part of her army. They live in the City of Dusk and Dawn. According to Azrael, Orion, and Draco, they’re happy and thriving.” I murmured, not breaking my stare from her eyes. Understanding dawned across her face. “You want to make me immortal?” I swallowed the knot in my throat, “Only if you want it.” She licked her lips, then pursed them. Her eyes strayed across the room to where Sephtis stood. He had his head turned, but I had a strange feeling he was listening in on our conversation.

Fagua I stumbled backwards as the wolves closed in. His words promised to deliver exactly what he’d said. I didn't know what he'd do to me, but I didn't like the gleam in his eyes or the wolves around me. "How come you've never turned, girl? Got too much of your damn Ma in you." He sneered. "All you need is a few bites to get the change fever going. Handy it's a full moon coming up soon." I'd never been bitten by a wolf my entire life. "That won't work. If I haven't become a wolf now, I won't ever."

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

“Snow is not. Oscar told me that Noah takes great pains to make sure of that. If that wolf is kissing you, it means something. I just don’t know what.” “I can tell you exactly what it means,” came a discarnate male voice that hinted of a Scottish brogue from the far side of the room. To my surprise, Snow did not react in a negative way to the voice. Instead, he trotted in the direction that it came from and stood as if patiently waiting for someone or something. “Who’s that?” Kenzie said in a hushed whisper as she nervously grabbed a poker from the nearby fireplace and took a defensive position.

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.

I snarled, circling and searching. Give up. I told Nikal He let out a loud growl. Where was she? Another growl ripped from my chest, deep and feral. The night belonged to wolves. And she had run into it. I prowled at the edge of the clearing, my muscles tense and nostrils flaring as I searched for any trace of her. The moon glowed brightly overhead. The equinox night raged inside me. And somewhere in the dark— Mila was running. **

She didn’t heed. As always. Stubborn wolf. Killian’s wolf roared. His brown eyes pierced Miracle’s neck. He was ready to launch another attack. “Little girl, it’s your last living day. I wish you a happy and painful death.” Killian’s wolf sneered. He let out a low growl. Then, a loud howl attacked Miracle again. She dodged. “His wolf can talk? What more does he have underneath that thick, old and wrinkled body?” I felt disgusted. This was the second rare power.

He drinks beer while sharing stories with his friends. Vesper made her way to the second-floor library area. She stared at the mountain of books in front of her. Then she moves her way to the history section, where she pulls out a book titled: Wolves 1900. It shows a summary of the life of werewolves in the 1900s and how they protected themselves against the blood hunters. She got another book titled “Vanishing Wolf, a Memoir” Her eyes start to widen as she reads the book.

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

Well, I guess I'll have to tell her the truth because she always knows when I'm lying, and she hates it when I do. She's the only friend I have in the entire pack. She's already transformed and is a beautiful omega. Her fur is golden, and her eyes are dark brown. She has a sweet and fiery personality, but that rarely surfaces. Her wolf's name is Lilica. She's very rebellious against the injustices committed against omegas. She's also very funny. Milly is six years older than me and no longer needs to attend the academy, but like me, she hasn't found her mate yet. It seems I'm not the only exception to love among wolves.