The Millennium Wolves Series Novels & Stories

He was stunning, I allowed white wolves were defunct. There hasn't been a sighting of a white wolf in times. perhaps this pack is more special than they realise. He whined and nudged his conk under my nib. I suppose he was asking if I was ok because I am not in his pack, he can not link me. I bobbed my huge head and he plodded back out to the others. Mila was stood in her fine slate wolf with Mateo's spurt black wolf rubbing his fur each over her. He was scenting his mate, wards others off and shows she has a mate. It's relatively cute. Werewolves are veritably territorial, kinda like a sprat with their favourite toy and someone tries to take it. kiddies throw explosions and werewolves are n

" 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?"

"The last known blood-wolf served as Luna to the Northern Pack's Alpha. Their mating bond grew so strong it drove him to madness, making him slaughter any who threatened his mate. The pack turned against them, forcing them into hiding. Some say they died. Others claim they simply vanished, their bloodline continuing in secret. Those who harbor blood-wolves risk destruction, for their power attracts both allies and enemies." My claws extend, scoring the ancient paper. Every word paints a clearer picture. Her perfect grace despite claiming to be wolfless. The way injuries heal too quickly around her. How she affects other wolves too strongly. The Mitchell Pack's strange behavior after surrende

Finally home," Mila shouted happily, throwing my body on my bed, staring at the ceiling vaguely, thinking what she had been through in those days. Previous Everything was like magic, like fantasy and like dreams.. never believable She raised the book with her hands, contemplating it with a thought that seemed very old, even the pages of it were yellow, some of which were torn from the edges! I sat up straight, opening it “ This book belongs to the royal family of werewolves only.” She read what was written in the introduction, biting her lips lightly, eager for what was to come.

She wasn't under any illusions that the others would be so easy to dispatch. The remaining wolves were in animal form, snarling in a circle, protecting a single tent. Mila was sure that the girl and the wolf pup were within the tent, that the lone female alive was likely the girl's mother. A male sprang at the circling vampires, howling in agony as talons pierced its side, a second before fangs sank deep within its neck. Vampiric toxin was deadly to wolves. The male died instantly. "Leave them alone!" she screamed, running towards the tent, and launching herself in the air before she reached the vampires. She sailed over their line, landing in front of the two remaining adult wolves, spinnin

Ash. His back was to her, but it was unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the dark hair, the way he stood with military precision. He was clad in the armor of a general, his raven-crest insignia gleaming in the candlelight. She could feel the breath catch in her chest, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. Was it really him? Was he here, in front of her, as the empire’s prized weapon? Nia took a step forward, her feet moving of their own accord. But before she could close the distance, a chill swept through her. The hairs on her neck stood on end as if her wolf soul recognized him even before she could see his eyes.

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

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.

“Alpha Lucas, the blood is extracted and she needs treatment now. Once she wakes, we take her inside and handle the Council.” "Since it is done, it stays a secret," I snapped, my jaw aching from clenching. I lifted my mate’s limp body from the bed with hands that shook with every step, finding that she weighed nothing—less than nothing—while the bond thread burned hotter with each breath I took. "You’re empty now," Ivy whispered as we left, her voice barely there. “Let’s see how long the Millennium Wolf lasts without a pack.” Three days later Sienna’s POV

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."