Professor Lupin As A Werewolf Novels & Stories

Liora blinked slowly, wearing that fake soft smile she pulled out whenever she wanted to manipulate everyone around her. Her voice melted into syrupy sweetness as she placed a hand over her chest. “Oh, Scarlet… I don’t mean you harm,” she cooed, batting her lashes. “I’m only trying to protect the academy. We don’t want fake wannabe wolves claiming intelligence they don’t have. I’m just trying to help.” Scarlet felt something dangerous ignite in her chest. "A fucking low budget snake hissing?" The professor snapped his head toward Scarlet, outrage exploding across his face.

"Your hair is still wet. Aren't you freezing out here in the night wind? You are going to catch a terrible cold." I stare at him. A two-ton werewolf just blew up a dorm room, a vampire is currently a cloud of bloody bats, and my incredibly powerful teacher is acting like a hyper-anxious mother hen over my damp hair? "I'm perfectly fine. Not cold at all, Professor," I reply smoothly, instantly plastering on my most polite, harmlessly innocent smile. Up in the air, Liviel pauses her flight. She tilts her head, her red eyes narrowing suspiciously at Hilbert's ridiculously misplaced, overly intimate priorities.

Shuddering, I watched as he turned around to face us. “I’m Professor Stefan, your Tactics 101 teacher for this year,” he loudly announced to us as he walked from one side of the classroom to the other. “I have been tasked with turning you pups into the best werewolves and leaders you can be.” He stopped suddenly and looked directly at Rowan and me. “I didn't agree to teach you, nasty creatures. But yet here I am forced to do it. I beg of you, don't give me a reason to show you my bad side because I won't hesitate to take you out.”

I’d catch their subtle glances during meals or in the corridors, like they were waiting for the wolf to break free again. The Lesson The morning bell chimed, and I headed to Advanced Supernatural Biology, sliding into my usual seat. The room buzzed with quiet conversation as Professor Elliot, a werewolf himself taught the day’s lesson. "Settle down," he said, his voice calm but firm. “Today, we’re discussing one of the most complex and misunderstood aspects of our kind the split personality of the feral manifestation.” The chatter died instantly. This was one of the topics everyone found fascinating and unnerving in equal measure.

“What was she like?” “I didn’t know her too well but I know that she and Claud would’ve been perfect together. They had similar characters. There’s no point talking about her now. She’s dead now and there’s nothing we can do to bring her back.” “I really hope Claud gets over her quickly,” Lupa started. “because he made me agree to help him track down the other forest werewolves and I know exactly what he's going to do if he found them. We forest werewolves are no match for a normal mountain werewolf so going up against a hybrid who has all forest wolves powers and all of mountain wolves powers would be a one sided battle, regardless of numerical advantage.”

It’s part of my ability so I don’t waste my time searching for a deceased vampire. I sniffed the air. The scent grew stronger going into the forest. It was dark out now, so other creatures would be lurking around. Thankfully, I was trained to deal with the worst creatures, and I did not doubt that I could kill anything that came at me. My weapons were made of silver and laced in wolf’s bane, just in case I needed something that could take down a beast. My nose scrunched at the very thought of a werewolf. Those retched creatures: or mutts how I like to refer to them.

They were confident and composed, while I was a jittery mess, trying to remember everything I had learned in the past few days. One girl was asked, "Who was the first werewolf to ever exist?" She answered, "Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, the king of Arcadia." Her answer was met with nods of approval from the council and the other competitors. Another girl was asked, "What are the three forms that werewolves can take?" She confidently answered, "The human form, the wolf form, and the hybrid form." The council nodded in agreement, and I could feel my stomach churning with nerves.

Wait, how on earth would Dunstan know about the werewolves, considering that our identity is hidden in the modern world? My hand was shaking as I aimed the cursor at a video clip that accompanied the document. With trembling fingers, I clicked play, hoping to find some answers. As the video unfolded, I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sudden sob of shock and disbelief. The video revealed a secret underground laboratory where scientists were conducting experiments on werewolves, extracting their DNA for medical purposes. The footage showed the werewolves in cages, their eyes filled with fear and pain. Then I remembered what Olga had said back in the hospital. It was about the identity o

He was a poker face as he controlled himself not to wheeze. “Thank you, sir, nice wig and costume. Are you roleplaying Kaneki Ken? Or the vampire Zero? Those contact lenses of yours were really cool. Did you buy them from Lenscon? That was a professional contact lese designer, that’s where we buy ours!” the one in green and from head to toe asked him. He just nodded and smiled awkwardly. They really thought that he was just cosplaying. “By the way, speaking of Lenscon, do you−“

Even though I said that, my expression made it clear that I didn't trust her. Seeing that I was about to leave, the maid hurriedly stopped me. "He's so good, he used to be a running coach." The maid said exactly what I was interested in, and I couldn't help but ask again. "He is a running coach?" The maid nodded. "He is not only a coach but also a very good coach. There are many of his students who have become champions of running competitions. He can even turn an ordinary werewolf into a genius.." Were there really such good werewolves?