Hermione Remus Novels & Stories

Valentine said madly. "I agree, she's not even taking the student council president position even though that's for her and just wandered around like she had already graduated," Lady Jasmine also complained. Lady Jasmine Mortis Jam is the heir to the dukedom of Jam from the western territory. She also has the same age as me and she has beautiful blue eyes and purple hair. "Stop complaining, if someone hears you, all of you will be troubled," I told them as we walked towards the private room in the school library.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

The woman's words were scornful to Bella. "Who are you?" Bella tried not to be provoked, she asked in a low tone. “I'm Hazel… I'm the Luna candidate of this pack. Remus and I will be mated in a minute. He came out because he was going to make preparations.” The woman who said her name was Hazel answered. She looked at Bella with disgust. "Oh, yes?" Bella answered simply. Hazel came closer, her index finger raised… as if she was threatening the woman in front of her.

It turned out that Remus had a myriad of dark secrets hidden away in his closet, and I had dug them all – from the sinister murder of his wife to the disgusting assault on his personal maid. However, there was one person in his life whom I couldn’t bear to harm – Cercei’s mother. She held a special place in my heart, and while I couldn’t bring myself to inflict any harm on her, I saw an opportunity to use her influence to manipulate Remus. “She’s awake, Sire,” one of the guards informed me before I entered her room. When I stepped inside, I found her sitting on the bed, attempting to remove the IV drip and medical equipment attached to her. Upon seeing me, she immediately tensed, prepared to

I know I have my mother to fight with me and I also know who I am now and how my decision matters. "As my daughter, you know you have a responsibility to fulfill for this pack, Hermione! This is the only way for us to end our conflict with their pack and avoid the war that might kill hundreds of werewolves in ours! You have to do as I say whether you like it or not! That's an order." He walked away, leaving me those words that just made me loath him more.

"Ouch, my feet..." Hermione, however, let out a grunt of pain. Although she was also in the second realm to Imminent Immortal, her physical body's ability was far less than Alex's. This time, it injured her right foot, and it hurt when she moved. Alex took a casual look at her right foot and understood the extent of her injury. There was a calf fracture on her right leg. Alex exhaled helplessness and hurriedly bent her over to pick her up. “Aren't you a nine tails descendant? You are from the prehistoric demons, why is your body's ability so weak?"

Their blood contains a certain vitamin that possesses a high quantity of vermains that makes them heal quickly. This time, we’re not here to hunt but to avenge the souls of our lost hunters. I heard growls coming from the other side, and we quickly hid. I knew Aiden was here again with his warriors, and I have to give certain orders to my men before we strike. Before I could speak, I perceived a particular familiar scent, and to justify my curiosity, I set cheek and saw Hermia. What is she doing here and how on earth did she follow me without me noticing?

Whispering words that she intends for him to hear till she noticed a figure standing near her. A familiar voice said in a cold stern tone the words she despise to admit. "You killed him." She lifted her eyes to meet the one who said those words however Morrigan's eyes widened when she looked over Colfre's shoulder, where a woman was standing in front of her. Her eyes are chestnut in color, her hair raven long hair dances by the wind, and her face is innocent but as you look into her eyes it was chilling and horrifying. She watches in horror as an exact copy of her stands in front of her as she kneels in front of Colfre's lifeless body. The eyes of the Morrigan in front of her shedding tears

I wouldn't meet his gaze, dropping my eyes to my dirt-covered knees. "I killed her, Derek," I whispered, my teeth chattering, "I killed Bambi's mother. I'm a murderer." "No, Kimberly. No." He gathered me into his arms, "You are not a murderer. You are a werewolf. Wolves are predators. They hunt deer. It's a natural way. You are no more a murderer than any person who buys a hamburger at a grocery store. The only difference is you found your dinner in the forest. You didn't do anything wrong here."