Lupus Books 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.

The moon hung in the sky like a brilliant, oversized flashlight. Lila leaned her forehead against the window pane. It felt cool and soothing. Peering into the illuminated night, she looked out onto the mountain in hopes of spotting Marcus and his pack approaching the castle. She’d had no word from Ben about the rescue Jasper and the werewolves were planning for her, but this would be the prime time for them to do it. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize Jasper in his wolf form as he raced through the woods with the pack, but the pain in her back wouldn’t allow her mind to focus.

Hashmuk whisphered against his ears, licking his earlobes. "Hashmuk, I have something to do." He tried to wriggle himself free from his grip when he recalled that him and his friends had agreed to meet at the palace’s library to dig deeper into the magic books they had carried along with them. "What do you want to do? Can’t it wait?" He asked, trailing kisses down his body. He wasn’t given time to respond because the next minute Hashmuk captured his lips for an itense deep kiss. Kelvin smiled through the kiss, closed his eyes and gripped Hashmuk’s hair. With one swap, he turned him so that he would be on top and captured his lips, pulled him against him for another heated kiss.

There were other incidences that seemed to bewilder her when she switched to the Royal Pack History book. A month or two after the adopted brother disappeared, a female wolf from a neighboring pack was taken. The book stated that there was a chance that she had been taken willingly. No one had heard from her since. Shortly after that, a string of events happened. Rogues had dwindled down and there were no worries for quite a while. Soon humans, vampires, and witches began to disappear. No one knew what had happened to them. They were just gone. It was almost like they had never existed in some cases.

In anger, he raised his right hand to strike me with a punch. "Don't!" The MC commanded him. "She..." He pointed towards my direction. "She's a virgin hybrid, who holds the key to the sacred. She is also the last remaining lupine of her kind. Claiming her as yours guarantees beautiful offsprings, accessing the magical, and a free showcase of endless magic..." Before he could even finish speaking, the men were already bidding. "Twenty million dollars!" "Thirty million dollars!" "Forty two million dollars!" More and more kept coming, until something strange happened.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

Returning just as quickly as she left, she handed it to Lila, cleared her throat, and said, “I have been their enemy for centuries. It has hardened me in many ways. I apologize.” Nodding her acknowledgement of the apology, Lila took a long sip of her tea. It had the effect that she’d hope for and soon she was calm again. “Having been at Jasper’s side during the studies, I knew that the vampires were an oversexed lot. Since my time in the coven, I’ve learned the impact of energy on a person. I thought that the dreams were simply the result of all that sexual energy that surrounded me each day,” she brooded.

She decided to document her journey and insights in a book—a heartfelt memoir that would serve as a guide for future generations. With great care, Luna poured her wisdom onto the pages, sharing her personal struggles, triumphs, and the profound lessons she had learned. She weaved together stories of her own experiences, anecdotes from the people she had met along the way, and the transformative power of authenticity. The book, titled "Embracing True Colors: A Journey of Authenticity," was published and received with great enthusiasm. Its impact spread far and wide, touching the lives of individuals who sought guidance and inspiration on their own paths to self-discovery.

Chapter Thirty-eight. Diana's pov The history section was just as large as any other section, and just as dusty. I swiped my hands over the books not knowing which one to go through first, I decided to just pick a random book. “THE SERVANTS OF THE MOON GODDESS,” the title read, the book contained werewolves and how they were meant to serve the moon goddess, that's to say we had definitely lost history because no one did these things anymore. We're serving the Lycans instead.

Nyx'S Pov Since the day at the orphanage, I've been visiting them every day. Always in the afternoons when I have nothing else to do. And when I'm home, I spend the rest of my time in the library, buried in books. Not the romantic kind. The serious kind. Books on wolves, curses, bloodlines, magic, and ancient healers. Books that talk about pain and the strange ways it affects werewolves. Because Caspian's pain wasn’t ordinary. And even though he never talks about it, I can see it in his eyes. I can feel it in the way his body stiffens when the full moon approaches.