Hermione Remus Novels & Stories

she said. They adjust her over the bed. “Now what?” he asked. “Her eyes turned purple, she is Canis lupus, but could it be, I mean none of Canis Lupus has left the pack for ages except our Luna, who is this girl?” she asked while looking at Hazel.

When she woke up Noah was already gone again, and Deborah was already at the door. Today she let Lola write down the pack orders of different packs all morning before it was finally time for her werewolf transformation class. She was happy to see that the class was given by Tristan. At least she didn’t have to listen to another nutjob again. She sat down next to a girl with dark brown curls. The girl looked up at her and smiled, she had the same color eyes as Noah. She held out her hand, “Hi, my name is Laela.” Lola shook her hand and said, “Lola. You look a lot like the alpha of this pack. Are you related?”

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

my wolf growled, but I was far too gone, far too weak to move a muscle, far too gone to even breathe. Everything went silent, dark, and… Cold. ***** “Is she responding to any stimuli,” “Not quite yet, Alpha,” “Why is it taking so long?” “It would take some time for her to heal properly. It's a miracle she survived such a brutal experience,” “Alright, how long has she been out?” “Two days and a few hours. Luckily, her coma isn't going to last for months.” “Look!” “She seems to be awake, her fingers are twitching,”

He said, tugging her up. “Ugh. I hate history.” Nadine said, but she smiled as she followed him. * * * When they got to the clearing, they quietly sat down and listened to a woman with a shock of white hair, talk about Lycan-Zeus, the lycanthrope god. The woman had a calming voice and her tale was quite enrapturing. Halfway through the story, Nadine noticed that every member of the pack, including the scouts, were there.

Their room was across from mine and my mom had the same hearing skill as Lupin when he turned into a werewolf. Lupin. You are Tonks to my Lupin, Hermione to my Ron. Great. Now basically everything reminded me of Hunter.

First of all, I'm not impressed by his want to use Hermione in this, and second, why her? "I don't understand? Hermione has a lot of power. There's nothing virtuous about it," I remind him. Her power is still unknown to a lot of us. She has premonitions, and has been sent up here for protection. Unfortunately, she doesn't really get much of that. Damon rubs the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable for the first time I've ever seen. "I mean purity, like of the physical kind."

"We have no choice now." "But we're not like you," Severa protested, her eyes reflecting the fear she was trying to keep under control. "We don't know how... we’ve never fought before." Just then, the window burst open, and in a flash of movement, the three hunters were inside the room. The tallest of them removed his hood, revealing himself to be none other than Remus, the head of the Hunters. My eyes widened in surprise. "So, this is where the little birds have been hiding," Remus sneered, his green eyes gleaming with malevolence.

She felt a flush pool to her cheeks and she had to keep reminding herself that this is not a real date. Inside the hall, people had already started to arrive. When Remus entered with a girl in hand, all eyes shot up to look. Because Remus never brings a date. They all know that the Alpha is a Lonewolf. Nobody was good enough for him. Not even Helicent Coinin-Conor. So it was only normal to look at the woman in red with curiosity and disbelief. All were torn if they wanted to think her pretty or plain– to salute or envy. Unfortunately, most settled for the latters.