Lupin Book Series In English Novels & Stories

The first thing that caught my attention was the book she tried to hide from me in the library. It laid on her bed. I picked it up. “Lupus obscura.” I muttered out the title of the book, confused about the meaning. I flipped through the pages of the book, the meaning turned out to be a latin inspired word, meaning ‘Dark wolf.’ Dark wolf? I skimmed through. There's something written about red-eyed wolves and how dangerous they can be when they transform. It's the same thing Jacob talked about. He was right. Claudia is dangerous.

I returned home exhausted. I took a quick bath, ate something small, and then curled into the coziness of my little bed. With eager hands, I quickly pulled out my mother's old journal and began to read. --- ~Sapphire’s Journal - Flashback~ It all started in my senior year at Lupine Academy, a school where rival packs were constantly at each other’s throats. Fights broke out so often, it was almost a routine, especially between the Silvermoon pack and the Blood moon pack, the two apex packs amongst the wolves. Their fights were legendary, All year, I had managed to avoid trouble. so I kept my head down. Unlike most of the other students in school, I was an orphan, adopted by a beta widow - My

The guard hands me a sealed box and leaves while I wonder how the old man got into the pack settlement if he wasn’t here to deliver the herbs, without the patrol guards seeing him. I place the mason jar the old man gave to me into my hoodie jacket and carry the sealed box. It feels heavy to hold and makes me wonder what is inside of it. When I return to Liana’s room, she isn’t there so I take the chance to snoop around. In a closed bookshelf in the room, I spot a huge book that holds the names of all the Lunas that ever ruled the Blood Moon pack from its formation and probably to date. I slide the bookshelf open and take the book out.

they needed a formal structure - a face that the mundane authorities could communicate with without pulling a trigger. "We aren't a cult, and we aren't a militia," Xander stated, his voice echoing through the Zenith Lab. He stood before a holographic display of the newly designed seal: a silver wolf’s head interlaced with a caduceus and a digital weave. "We are the investigators of the intersection." The formal establishment of Lupus Noctrine Investigations (LNI) was signed into existence not with ink, but with a multi-tonal Aetheric signature that registered on every "Thin-Veil" sensor in the northern hemisphere.

2023. I’m currently working on Book 2 to Consumed by the Mafia which is the last book for that series. Queen of Wolves I have 2 more books planned, making it a trilogy. Both sequels to these books I hope to have fully available by end of this year as well as I have a new book, Loving a Selfish Lycan, I will start uploading soon. If you have any theories please let me hear them. I like to know if I’m properly misleading and creating mystery for my readers (insert evil laugh). ***

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

- In vain you got rid of the beard, - I said, taking from Evelina a white unicorn with a gorgeous tail. Alyosha arched an eyebrow thoughtfully, watching with what enthusiasm his nephew grabbed the toy by that same gorgeous tail. - Did you have a beard? - as if casually asked Martha, who brought a bottle of infant formula. “There was,” Alyosha answered curtly, looking at the red-haired she-wolf, straightening non-existent folds on a white apron. And she was just awful! Evelyn put in. - I'm still silent about those pantaloons with sunflowers, - she added, and not cheerfully, but in all seriousness condemning the mentioned item of men's wardrobe.

“Rowan is more concerned that I might become a werewolf. Apparently, I show signs. The deep-set eyes, for one.” “So, even though he gave you vampire blood, you could still turn into a werewolf?” she asked with dismay. He smiled and nodded but never lifted his focus from the papers. “You’re beginning to get the picture,” he said. “Now, shall we get these research papers back in order? Time’s wasting.” Lila stood up and snapped half of the pile from Jasper’s lap as she grumbled, “This is insane.”

She cuddled me like I was a bunny, and my wolf enjoying the way his mate touched him lapped her cheek with it's tongue, and she giggled. "Huh, Lupin wants to play." She placed her head on mine, gazing into my eyes. "You're beautiful" she said. "Kneel!" I commanded. My voice echoing in her mind. "Huh!" She pulled back.