Kumpulan Cerita Lupus Novels & Stories

I don’t think I’d ever forget it. “Don’t be too hard on yourself.” Lupus said, as he stirred. “It’s frustrating to have found our mate after so long of searching, only to find out we can’t claim her. We made a mistake, yes, but now we need to find out how to help her. I just wish I could storm into the Moonstone pack and demand some answers, you know?” “Yea.” I replied, “I want to go there too. Maybe Dora’s other mate is in there; after all, she never left her pack.”

- 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.

Ten seconds passed then twenty, and I wondered if he trying to recollect all he knew about the creatures. “The Lupine Humans are a well known myth Kaldar, and the humans may even call them the werewolf,” he said. “But… Do you think they could be any kind of truth to their existence?” I asked. “That’s like asking me there is truth behind the existence of dragons.” “Oh… I just thought that… Never mind,” I resented to just staring out the window and keeping my thoughts to myself. “Although.” And my head shut up from the window, ears alert and eyes wide.

I quickly lowered my hand as she turned back around. “You know,” she said in a somewhat dreamy, thoughtful voice, “when I went to school here, there was a similar string of illnesses. We called it Lupine Syndrome. It was really a rabies outbreak, though. At least, that was what the head doctors here said at the time.” My eyes widened momentarily as a million things started to race through my mind. Had werewolves been biting people back then, too? I felt my curiosity get the best of me. “Can you tell me more about what it was like when you went to school here?”

We’re on the small porch, legs tucked under a blanket, dinner plates empty beside us, tea in hand. The sky above is a wash of pale blue with soft clouds drifting lazily, and the air smells like Lior's leather scent and the wood's pine. Lior is sitting beside me, leaning back on one elbow, his other hand casually holding a steaming mug. He points toward the sky. “You see that one? The big cluster near the left?” I squint. “Kind of. Looks like a smudge.” He laughs again, quietly this time. “That’s the Lupus constellation. It’s said to represent a warrior who gave up everything to protect his people. Died alone. Tragic story, but kind of poetic.”

“But Archer will kill me if I don’t. I can’t be dead!” A bitter laugh escaped my lips, the sound harsh and unforgiving. “You’re already half-dead!” I whispered, my words cutting through the air like a knife. Lupus’s eyes widened in shock. “How did you know Lupuses are dead?” I sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a heavy shroud. In the quiet corners of my library, I had stumbled stories of mythical creatures that were said to roam the earth, cursed and damned for their sins. Lupus had been one of those creatures.

“I thought they were weak and oblivious to the supernatural world.” “Yeah, that’s mostly the case but there are stories. Stories written by our kind and published here.” Lupa said. “Stories exposing our rituals, our existence and how to do things that humans shouldn’t know about. Most humans take the stories as fiction but there are still some that believe the stories to the extent of actually trying out the rituals. I’m thinking this human stumbled on a book about demons and decided to try it.”

This strength also makes them incredibly resilient, allowing them to endure powerful attacks and continue fighting even when injured. Despite their formidable abilities, Lupus vampires do have weaknesses that can be exploited. They are vulnerable to silver, which can cause them significant harm, and can be weakened by exposure to sunlight. They also require regular feeding of werewolf blood to maintain their strength and abilities, which can make them predictable and easier to track.

“So, your mum was a Were then?” “Uh, I guess so” “Your father never told you?” “Nah, he wasn’t big on talking with me” “Uh yes, I’m very sorry you had to go through that” “It’s okay, I was used to it” “Hmm” Lupus huffed as he placed his hand on top of my hand squeezing it softly. “That is not the life a little girl should have to be used to”.

My voice cracked. The doctor glanced at the chart in his hands, then back at me. His expression was grim. “Your mother is suffering from advanced Lupus Fever. It’s a degenerative condition we sometimes see in omegas. Her body is weakening faster than it should, and tonight’s collapse was a direct result of the strain.” “Lupus… Fever?” I repeated dumbly. “It attacks the blood and the heart. We managed to pull her back this time, but without continuous treatment, she won’t last much longer.”