The Millenium Wolves の小説・ストーリー

she asks, her voice filled with excitement. Celine smiles, her eyes sparkling with a knowing light. "It's a power that has lain dormant for centuries, a force that can shape the very fabric of reality. Just like celestial wolves and shadow wolves exist, there are other forms of wolves too. Some celestial wolves are divided into different classes and few of them have their own identities that go beyond just being a celestial wolf. Carlisle, here, is a solar wolf.”

Mary Miller-Parks gripped the steering wheel of her 2000 Jetta driving like a bat out of hell she drove all night when she felt the shift happen. Her own wolf crying from her prison inside Mary’s mind. ‘She is free!’ Ayla had howled pacing the walled up spot in Marys mind. ‘I will not let you out.’ Mary growled back at her. ‘I can find her.’ Her wolf snapped back. “I will not do it. I swear I would not and you know that.” Mary said out load her grip on the wheel getting tighter. ‘Mary let me out’ “I WILL NOT LET YOU OUT” she screamed into the night. Mary pushed her down, quieting her. Ayla went quiet curling herself into a ball sleeping inside Mary’s mind. Mary knew as she got closer to that

They growled at me threateningly. Hunter looked at me with fear. "Mr. Presley, I know how amazing you are, being the best Wolvesmith in the country at such a young age, but these wolves are truly terrifying. You don't have to." Before he could finish his sentence, those few wolves tried to escape the fence. Hunter was so frightened he yelped and retreated. I quietly walked over to them, never taking my eyes off them. Whenever they growled or howled, I hit the ground loudly with the whip. In a few short moments, they quieted down and looked at me with a whimper.

His aura strengthened and every wolf felt it. . Maddox stepped off the stage.. taking the ceremonial dagger.. he stood in the center of the property. Slicing a deep gash into the palm of his left hand, he made a tight fist.. allowing his blood to drip into the earth “By my heart.. and with my blood.. I claim this land in the name of Alpha Maddox Quinn.. and Warrior Wolves Two Pack.” . The earth underneath their feet rolled and grumbled.. The moon shone down in a bright beam of light.. a beacon illuminated the entire twenty five hundred acres.. Blessed by the Goddess Herself.

The silence in the clearing in which the members of the pack were gathered was deafening, and the tension was thick and palpable. The two werewolves - the alpha and his beta, squared off each other, both waiting for who would make the first move or throw the first punch. They were circling each other slowly, making low growling sounds in their throat as they moved around the clearing, which had been cleared of the wounded. The alpha was taking his time, and it was evident to all those who watched the fight that he did not want to do this. He did not want to have to fight with his son if he could avoid it, so he was stalling on throwing the first punch.

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.

The truth was close. And Silvercrest held the key. They had barely crossed into Silvercrest’s land when the first warning came. A single howl—long, deep, commanding. Theoden slowed. So did the others. Within seconds, they were surrounded. A dozen wolves stepped from the shadows, massive and silent, their silver-gray fur almost blending into the mist. But it was their eyes that caught Theoden’s attention. Not gold. Not brown. Silver. Cold. Calculating. The wolves of Silvercrest weren’t like other packs. They were old. Not just in age—but in purpose. And right now, they were watching Theoden like they were deciding whether to kill him or hear him out.

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

Silver water burst upward, drenching the slope in a spray that shimmered like broken glass. Shapes emerged from the churn—shadowed, shifting things that almost held form but didn’t. They landed in the mud, four-legged, skeletal outlines flashing white before turning flesh. Mireya hissed a curse. “Wolves.” They weren’t theirs. The moment Kaelen saw their eyes, he knew—mirror-born, reflections of the pack that once hunted here. Their pelts glowed faintly, silver under the crimson moon, and their growls were too even, like a sound rehearsed by something that didn’t understand breathing.

There were plenty of woods to run in. ‘Alpha, Luna, would you let Wyatt see your wolves? He has been interacting with mine for almost an hour, and it’s going really well. But it would be good for him to see others,’ Milly linked them before they could disappear. Rayvin and Mikael moved slowly towards the human and Milly. They didn’t want to scare him. Milly and he stood in a clearing, Rayvin could see how mesmerised he was by Milly’s wolf. It was a cute, chocolate coloured wolf. Milly had bleached her hair for so long, Rayvin had forgotten she was actually a brunette. When Wyatt’s focused shifted to Rayvin and Mikael, she saw him pale a little and Rayvin could tell he was making an effort to