The Millennium Wolves Series Novels & Stories

It all started with a war. In the past, a wolf from the Kezent Moon pack accidentally killed a child of a red hunter while shifting into his wolf. The incident led to a huge war between the Kezent Moon pack and the Red Hunters. Lozark Aylestone, the infamous Alpha of the Kezent Moon pack led the war from the side of wolves. His cruelty against hunters knew no limits. He forced a list of strict rules upon his pack, and those who protested faced a brutal death.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

“I think we should answer their questions first considering they clearly aren’t from here. We can learn all about them later.” Dain’s eyes narrowed on the two of us. Clearly, he didn’t trust us either. They softened when they returned to his fiery haired mate. “Very well,” He hummed, “We are Wolves, and you are in the Iridescence Pack. My pack.” Rachel cleared her throat loudly and he smiled apologetically, “Sorry, I meant our pack. Here there is no such thing as Lycans or otherwise.” An unmistakable glimmer of interest filled his eyes, both of which swirled like miniature galaxies. “I’ve studied the water for quite some time, but never have I seen it transcend realms before. It must’ve take

He almost cries from a weird mix of joy, relief and exhaustion when he sees the menacing wolves stop abruptly, so much so that they pile onto each other in a mess of limbs and confused barks. Millan has to retain his laughter; they really are one of the most idiotic packs he’s ever encountered. He falls to the ground and clutches his painfully pulsating leg with both his hands and leans on the sheltering tree, desperately trying to catch his breath. The pile of alphas and betas slowly disentangle themselves before their leader comes as close to Millan as the border would allow it. “If I catch your scum rogue ass on our territory again, I’ll rip your head off. Is that clear?”

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.

Her voice was quiet, but heavy. “The wolves of the Eclipse.” Luka frowned. “What about them?” She lifted her gaze, and for the first time since waking, she looked truly, deeply unnerved. “According to this,” she murmured, “they weren’t just wolves.” She slowly turned the book around, revealing an aged illustration. Two wolves stood beneath an eclipsed moon—one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. She took a slow breath. “They were more than mates.” Theoden’s jaw clenched.

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken trees branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had their own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had the thoughts of the phantom being a product of a

Her eyes never left her mother's body, which lay lifeless at a far end, and the growling sound of the beast was like an echo in her ears. It happened slowly in her mind. She stood from the ground, looking with tears at her mother. She felt the vibration that came with the beast's movement on the ground. She felt the winds brush against her face, the coldness of her mother's death sickening her deeper than that of the winds. The beast rushed towards her. It seemed it wasn't enough for the night. It leaped in the air but growled loudly as something pierced through its legs. Mark happened to be behind, and he was faster at that moment than the phantom. His claws had penetrated the beast's legs,

Tell who you are. The footsteps were slow and deliberate. Then they stopped. There was no sound until I turned. ‘Who are you?’ I echoed again. ‘We have net before.’ She paused and looked at me. I stared back and didn’t say a word. My wolf growled within me, waiting for a go-ahead from me to strike. ‘I am Miranda, the last of the witches of the royal coven.’ ‘Are they not supposed to be extinct?’ ‘We are. But a witch caused me to sleep for a hundred years and I had only recently awoken.’

I growl stalking towards him again “Martin wait” Bryat says and I turn to him, anger still boiling in me “do you remember the story…the one they told us when we were younger. The black female wolf. If what he says is true…if Claire is the black female wolf she doesn’t get a mate. If this is true there could be more alphas coming to see if it’s true”