The Millennium Wolves Read Online Novels & Stories

I collapsed on the ground,panting like i just ran a marathon. My wolf came alive but it was weak.too weak to win against Alice. DAY3:The fire. I flipped on the 20th page.it talked about stances,strikes,moves to kill.I didn't have time to be gentle.i shifted back and forth,every attempt stronger than the last.every shift ripped me apart but i didn't stop.i tried untill i could hold my wolf form for ten minuts,thirty,an hour without collapsing. THE ARENA. The aren was packed with more than five hundred thousand wolves cheering to see blood.

Ignoring the man's taunts, I step forward, a fierce glint in my eyes. Milli, though small and fluffy, radiates a powerful aura of magic. She may appear harmless, but her abilities are far from it. I know that her powers, combined with your own, can still turn the tides in our favor. At least, that's what I read in the book. Without hesitation, I leap forward in my wolf form, teeth bared and muscles coiled. The humans' laughter comes to an abrupt halt as they realize the gravity of the situation. Fear flickers across their faces as my wolf lunges at them, claws slashing through the air. The element of surprise works in my favor as chaos erupts within their ranks.

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?

If felt weird but if it would get me to prove my point well, I don’t mind. ‘I have to pay a visit to the moonstone forest and retrieve a document that was buried there under the stones. It is an ancient genealogical map;’ I shifted to the other side and continued, ‘going back to the First Wolves and the clan lords. It will show that the information I have gathered is true. The man bent down again and looked into my eyes. Every time he did this, my wolf became restless. There was something his presence did to me. I was locked in his eyes, but his voice knocked me back to the present.

He finally spoke,his voice filled with indifference. His uncaring attitude shattered something in me. A surge of emotion swam through me, betrayal,heartbreak,rage. I heard several gasps as a sudden light erupted within me,surging through my veins like wildfire.. My body trembled as the sudden change took over me,every muscle twisting and reshaping as power and pain collided. I gasped,my scream shifting into a low growl. When the light faded,I stood there on four legs,although I was smaller than most wolves,my red fur shimmered with an ethereal glow,and my eyes burned with defiance. The crowd stared,And for the first time,I felt whole.

I tell them. The thought of the European wolves also known as the original’s both exhilarates him and makes him nervous at the same time. They are supposedly very domineering and not to be messed with. They have old blood. “Hey Cole. Be careful with Marius. He may have gone underground but not for long he will resurface eventually. Word has gotten out that your Luna is pregnant. That would be the most opportune moment for him to pounce. If she is out of commission giving birth it will be easier with her out of the way. I suggest you prepare yourself.” Michal says before turning around and walking away.

Irritated, I pulled it away from him and closer to myself. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm always so interested in myths and legends. The stories are so amazing. I'd just never seen that one before, the one you were looking at. About wolves that are cursed to remain as humans. That's like... A twisted version of the werewolf story." He kept rambling on, telling the story of creation and how all 'supernatural' beings were created. I didn't know how this pertained to me because I was a wolf and nothing else but I was drawn to Motty's story and when he was done, looking up at me like he expected me to have a question of some kind, I realized that this must be it. This must be the informant

"I am trying to think of the best way to say this...you are home." "What?" Clara felt her nerves rise. "You're a member of the pack, we all live here. Let me give you a tour." He started towards her and Clara raised her arms, taking a step back. "Live here? Where is here? Who is this pack?" "We're in the mountains, about fifty miles outside of Laramie, no other town is closer. The pack is all wolves, we live and work together, and are for the most part self-sufficient. We are a larger pack, numbering eighty-two now that you've joined us."

" Timberwolves are also grays in the Northeast." "I don't know about other kinds of lupus garous." Ravena made a move toward the window. "Normally, we don't go looking for other packs unless someone is looking for a mate, and even then, many end up finding rogues." But neither do we record the history of our lines. It's far too hazardous. We only know what has been passed down verbally from generation to generation." Carol stroked the bandage around her neck. "What kind of person am I?"

Her eyes went wide with genuine terror. "What are you doing?" she gasped. "You can't…this isn't…" The entire temple went silent. Every wolf…Millen's soldiers, everybody in the temple felt it. The presence of something they'd only heard about in legends. A True Omega. A Pure Bloodline. The kind of wolf that came once in a generation. “You thought you had won, you thought that my mate was dead?” I said, looking at Damon that lay lifeless. “Pretty words, your mate is dead!” millen said ,but now, I could hear the uncertainty in her voice.