The Millenium Wolves の小説・ストーリー

the Black Wolf growled, his eyes fixed on Millent. "We will not rest until we have what we want. And we will take it, no matter the cost." With those ominous words, the Black Wolf disappeared back into the shadows, leaving Millent and the werewolf pack on edge. They knew that the Moon Clan would be back, and they would be ready. Millicent looked up at her triplets, fear and determination mingling in her gaze. She knew that their love for each other would be tested in the battles to come, and she could only hope that it would be enough to defeat their enemies.

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.

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?”

Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title. How many times she'd been told that the legendary book had disappeared some generations back. That book - or the book, as they always emphasized it - was rumored to hold all the details of their pack history, all the genealogy charts of the genealogy and history of her pack. She was well aware it had been lost for years until hints of its reappearance popped up. It was all too much of a coincidence - the mention of this town, Calderwood, and the presence of the author of Wolf in that place, were like beacons leading her on her search. Not to mention the reference to the book.

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.

Roman fought like a man possessed, his movements precise and brutal, dropping one wolf after another, but they kept getting back up like pain meant nothing to them. “Milo!” I shouted. He was already digging something out of his coat — a small glass vial glowing faintly blue. He smashed it on the ground, and a wave of sharp, metallic scent hit the air. The wolves recoiled instantly, snarling, their eyes flaring brighter. “Won’t hold ‘em long!” Milo yelled. The child-thing’s face twisted into something monstrous, all teeth and black eyes. “You shouldn’t have come.” Roman didn’t hesitate. He closed the distance in two strides and drove his blade straight into its chest.

“Because there was no Milo who was after you!” At my words, her mouth dropped to the floor. I went closer to her and circled her. “Alpha Rudy of the Neon pack is a friend and when I asked him about Milo in his pack, he said, there is none that goes by that name. So my other option was to find a ‘Milo’ for you.” I scoffed as I pointed at Milo, who was standing a few feet away. “He happens to be the only other Milo in this vicinity and he—” I glared at her with repugnance. “He lives in a small community, a few miles from the Neon pack. Guess what community is that?” When she froze, I couldn’t help sneering. “Yes, that’s the only red-light area for wolves.”

"Centuries ago, humans were not kind either. They hunted our kind and called us beasts, and they killed us and sent us away. Werewolves had no home and no peace, but through rituals and the Moon Goddess's blessing, we fought back." Lena's lips pressed together. "So you see," Jaime said, "evil is everywhere no matter the kind or species." His words stayed with her. Jaime always spoke with purpose, and that was what made him different from the other wolves that she had met. Then her carriage stopped, and the horses made sounds of unease. "What is it, Milicent," Lena said. Milicent looked ahead. The road was filled with people, and noise came from the square. "I think that it is a punishment,"

She shook out. *Where the heck are we anyhow, hopefully lover boy knows the way back,* Mila said. *I don’t want to go back, ever,* I said, matter of fact. I heard some howls in the distance and without a second thought Mila howled back, wanting to find the others. Wolves obviously prefer to run in a group or a pack, and stick together. It’s better for hunting too. Damien started making motions with his hands and Mila cocked her head to the side. He held a finger up to his mouth, indicating we should be quiet. What?

she shrieked, trying to push herself up on trembling arms. The windows exploded inward. Glass showered the room as three massive wolves burst through, their bodies rippling with raw power. Miranda threw her arms over her face, feeling the rush of wind and fur and something ancient that made her own wolf whimper in submission. Daniel scrambled backward, his face drained of all color. The chanting outside stopped abruptly. The three wolves were enormous, each one easily twice the size of normal pack wolves. One had fur black as midnight, another russet brown that gleamed like polished copper, and the third was silver-grey like winter storm clouds.