Lupin Remus Novels & Stories

She noticed his eyes which were an odd shade of deep purple and she had a sharp jawline and a well defined face, as though carved out from a perfect sculpture. “Your majesty.” Rhode acknowledged Richardson. “Luna.” He acknowledged Megan. That was where she had seen those eyes before. The cub she fed every morning had the same deep purple eyes. Megan could not shake off the resemblance. There was no way the empire of the Wales clan who occupied the Western territories was a little helpless cub in her garden. It was physiologically and physically impossible. Right?

Rieka and I say together, our voices overlapping as my eyes change to the blue color of my wolf’s. “That’s my girls.” Levi says, rising to his feet and placing them on either side of Remiel. The popping sound of the lube causes my body to jerk unexpectedly, earning a hiss from Remiel as my pussy clenches around his cock. “Relax, my love.” Lucern’s voice reaches my ears from my left, his face close enough to mine to where I could reach out and kiss him, so that’s what I did. My left hand reaches out to tangle in his long locks before yanking his face closer to my own.

“Drink that. Sleep as much as you can. I’ll…I’m sure I’ll have to see you again.” Maya left in a rush, but not before I glimpsed the glimmer of tears in her eyes. The potion was heavy and bitter on my tongue. I began to feel its numbing effects almost immediately, as its strong dose of lobis – a rare herb with healing properties specific to werewolves – began to work through my system. Within minutes, I’d fallen into a a heady trance of dreams and memories.

Today was the day she would address the Lockwood pack as their Luna, and she felt a mix of excitement and trepidation swirling within her. She reached for the small vial that had been gifted to her by Maximilian, her father-in-law. It contained a werewolf perfume crafted by witches, designed to mask her true nature and allow her to present herself as a true member of the pack, despite being wolfless. With a deep breath, she uncapped the vial and inhaled the rich, earthy scent. It was a blend of pine, musk, and something distinctly wild—an essence that spoke of strength and unity. She applied it carefully to her wrists and neck, feeling the magic of the potion envelop her. As the fragrance se

she ordered. My heart leapt at her words. Despite the physical and emotional torture that had been inflicted on me, food and a bath was a privilege. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Remus' cruel smirk. It sent a chill down my spine. Remus obeyed the Luna Mother's orders, although he had a cruel and twisted interpretation. He poured boiling water over my body, causing excruciating pain. And when it came to nourishment, he forced me to consume spoiled meat and moldy bread.

"We gave him a few drops to check, and he said he would come directly to you with the results." Moments later, the doctor stood before me holding out a paper where he'd scribbled things I didn't quite understand. "Only one ingredient is missing," he said. "Mercury. The rest is definitely wolfsbane and silver. A normal dose can kill a werewolf in an instant. Could even do serious damage to... your kind of wolf, Alpha. But small doses will kill... slowly. Overtime." I held it out in my hand, looking at it. "You found this among Liam's things, huh? It doesn't matter if one of the ingredients is missing. What the fück was he doing with poison? I'll go ask him!"

Seraphina stirred beneath an unfamiliar weight. The blanket was thick and soft—far too luxurious for someone like her. A soft exhale left her lips as her body shifted, tangled in warmth. In her dream, the night air smelled like blooming jasmine and wild rain. Moonlight poured over a garden straight out of a forgotten realm, casting shadows across the soft petals and dewy grass. There, he stood—tall, massive, radiant in the silver glow. A Lycan.

My wolf, always fierce, always calculated, was in a state I hadn't seen since the war against Kaminski's clan—a primitive, almost feverish restlessness that took over every corner of my mind. "She's close. You feel it. Don't try to contain me," he growled, and this time I didn't even try to silence him. It was useless. Years separated from Luara had left scars I made a point of hiding from the world, but my wolf hadn't forgotten anything—not her scent, not the silent promise that one day I'd take her from that territory where I was forced to leave her, not the pain of imagining how she'd lived all these years away from me. And now, with the perfect official excuse—representing the Supreme Al

’ Lupe’s voice was urgent and both me and Rem knew right away that we had to go. Rem quickly called out to the nearest hunters, his voice firm and loud, “round up the enemy and bring them back to the mansion and put them into the cells! With luck, we won’t have to slay anyone else today. Treat them gently! And fix up anyone who is injured!” Rem sent the same message across our pack members within the field through the mind-link, spreading the directions to as many individuals as he could. With that, Rem and I were off swiftly to join up with the other group, who now had a bunch of angry werewolves to contend with.

They were in awe at the sight before them, Luna’s fur was confusing, it looked white like that if a typical Luna but it had red highlights. Alpha Remorah growled at Luna, sensing that she isn’t normal. No wolf should look like that no matter how beautiful she looked. He was about to attack her because he suspected she was the rogue wolf. Even if she wasn’t he wasn’t willing to let her stay in the pack.