Kumpulan Cerita Lupus Novels & Stories

“The time has come!” Lupus Tenebris announced. “Finally! I thought I would loose my mind waiting.” Judy grumbled. Lupus Tenebris gnashed his teeth. He’d thought he’d loose his mind listening to her endless complaints. For weeks she’d grumbled, questioned his decision to wait, and argued. Things Lupus Tenebris hated. Many times he’d come close to immolating her, but the thought of how impossible it would be to find a new vessel if he destroyed this one, held him back.

They were just partners helping each other. They were practically using each other. Xeria was caught off guard as she felt the sting as a result of Lupus' nails slashing her thighs while his other hand choked her. He pressed deep into her skin till he could smell the darkness in her blood. And could feel his beast's satisfaction as she hissed. "Lupus we need her, let's negotiate- "You know to never trust witches, they're deceitful, conniving creatures and she's asking for the impossible Xen", Lupus spoke heavily.

Yuri interjected. "Yuri! Bring the doctor here and leave," I snapped. Yuri's face turned into a frown as she obeyed my command. "You shouldn't have scolded Yuri," Elena murmured. "I didn't mean to, but Yuri sometimes fails to understand," I sighed in frustration. "Elena, how long have you had Rare Lupus?" Emily inquired. I had learned that it was a rare disease, with only Dr. Rudolf having discovered a partial treatment.

Renan and her father and her cousins and everybody else turned into paper dolls that burst into the most beautiful of flames. Lu didn’t sleep. He buried his face in Montessa’s hair and listened to every gasp, to every murmur and cry she made. He licked her tears away and wondered why he had met her now, when everything was reaching its conclusion. He didn’t have much longer, he knew. And now he had brought her with him.

The whispers were more than just rumors; they were the harbingers of a brewing storm. The elders, usually stoic and reserved, were more readily sharing their stories – grim tales of ancient feuds, territorial disputes that had stretched across generations, betrayals that had shattered alliances and left scars that still ran deep within the werewolf community. These weren’t mere anecdotes; they were cautionary tales, stark reminders of the fragility of peace and the ever-present threat of conflict. Lyra learned of the fractured history of the werewolf world, a tapestry woven with threads of both cooperation and bitter rivalry, a constant struggle for dominance and survival.

- And I was dying of back pain from the uncomfortable armchair. - Well, the news is definitely not good. - He stared at the clipboard. - Linna passed out because she had an alveolar hemorrhage. That's why the cakes of blood coming out of her nose kept coming out. The Lupus is taking over her body very fast, the hemodialysis she is on is not being able to alleviate it, her kidney has already been eighty percent taken over by Lupus. The joints of her hands are very swollen, the symptoms are really much clearer now. She will be kept under observation, she is still unconscious and it might take a few days to wake up because of the wear and tear on her body and the pressure of the medication.

And it's been going on ever since Lupus has come into the Kingdom. Lupus just laugh and face Hamlet, "What are you trying to say Hamlet? We are not in the position to do these kinds of things. Just tell it to me straight. We have more important things to do than you saying these nonsense things. Tell me, why are you so cautious and suspicious of me? Are you somehow threaten by my presence, Hamlet?" Lupus said and sat down again in his seat, looking straightly into Hamlet's eyes without the intention of looking away.

Even Drew looked. The doctor hesitated, and his all-business and stoic composure fell into one of those practised fake sympathetic looks. "Maybe this isn't..." He began. "No," I said. "I want to know. I heard it was autoimmune something... " Dad frowned. "This isn't the time." "Then when, Dad?' I snapped. "When she's already in the ground? Don't I deserve to know what killed her?" "Lupus. That's what killed her. It's a chronic autoimmune disease. Sometimes it stays quiet for years, but when it flares..." He shut his eyes.

“His journal?” “Werewolf legend.” Caleb made a face as she stuffed it into her jacket. “Humans don’t have a clue about the real lupus garou legend. And lupus garous aren’t permitted to set down the oral history in writing, which is why some clans became confused as to what the real story is,” Caleb said while Diana sat down at Alfred’s computer.