The Millenium Wolves Romane & Geschichten

‘Now shift, Stark wants to play with Leysa. ‘Play… Okay. Not sexy play. Just play.’ Mila scolded me. ‘We’re in public, remember.’ Stark and I sighed at the same time. So fucking strict. Wolves didn’t care about showing public displays of affection; animals just fuck in the wild. But Mila knew that both me and my wolf couldn’t say no to her. ‘Fine,’ I relented. Now fucking shift, sunshine.’ Mila smiled at me and gave me a wink before turning around and pulling her dress up, flashing me her bare ass before she shifted into her wolf. She was making it fucking hard for me to stick to my promise. Fucking tease.

A howl with a purpose. A quarter of the warriors followed and shifted, the sound of bones breaking and skin tearing serving as the music as the sun started to set. The battle willl stretch ‘til night. In place of the men were wolves, all mighty and ferocious. Fierce slit eyes, a magnificent mane of fur, and razor sharp nails digging the soil. The wolves sat and it was the others’ cue to climb onto them. Atleast four men could ride one wolf. Another howl came from Flavian, and altogether, the wolves huffed and took a leap. In the blink of an eye, all that was left of them were dust from the utter speed.

But look at you now. You will never win this war, Elena said through gritted teeth. I knelt to her level. But I’ve already won this battle. A howl cut through the air. We all turned. Another howl followed. Then another. Mila’s head jerked up, her ears twitching. Elena’s breath quickened. From the northern cliffs, a line of glowing eyes emerged, then dozens more, shadows shifted—wolves. Our guards stiffened, and one of them whimpered.

“I can’t interfere with mortal affairs using divine power, not unless it’s the final war. Until we face Xareth I choose stay here as I am. Mortal.” A slow breath of relief poured out of me. Not because I wanted him powerless, but because he chose us over divinity. He gave my hand a small squeeze and smiled. “Come on let’s go watch the games.” I nodded, still a little dazed, and let him lead me through the woods. The arena sat like a dream carved into the earth, its edges woven with glowing vines, seats crafted from enchanted stone that shifted to fit each guest. Then Wolves came. Shifting mid-leap, racing across the arena with stunning grace. But these weren’t ordinary wolves. Their fur glim

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.

"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

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

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.

It was common knowledge that Black Moon had the largest pack and territory in America with over 300 wolves. They were immeasurably impressive with a highly respected reputation. "As I said, I'll think about it." I repeated, standing up to throw my empty box in the trash can. Lucy grinned back at me one more time making me shake my head in amusement, my eyes rolling at her reply once again. "Fine, I'll take it as a yes until you confirm."

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.