Professor Lupin As A Werewolf Novels & Stories

"Dr. Jenkins, who has now turned into a monster, was once friends with a werewolf named Karl. Karl was his closest friend in the pack and often helped us with the medical camp and covered for our experiments. However, let me clarify that when I say "experiments," we never harmed the werewolves, or at least I never did. But Jenkins was interested in knowing how different their bodies were from ours and wanted to understand how they transformed. In other words, he was more interested in cutting open their bodies or injecting them with human tablets to observe their symptoms."

"No, sorry. I was busy. What was it about?" "We think that we have found the first remains of a werewolf." She stops with what she is doing. She looks up at me with eyes wide and staring back at me and asks; "Did you say a wolf?" "No. I said a werewolf. The legend goes that there is a type of curse that happens to you. And that is when you change into a wolf on the full moon." She shakes her head as she replies; "That is not scientific at all. No one has ever found the existence of a werewolf."

“Jelena, I am not human. I am a Lycan. The Institute is set up to fight a supernatural war.” Quirking a disbelieving brow, Jelena caresses her hands down my chest and carefully asks. “Are you serious? So you’re like a wolf or something?” I nod my head. “Yes. I am a loup-garou, a werewolf. I am the alpha of our pack.” She looks at me incredulously. “Show me. Show me what you are.” Ready to prove it, I release her from my lips, stand on the edge of her bed, take a deep breath, and close my eyes. My claws instantly retract, my fangs elongate, and my eyes glow. Jelena lets out a startled gasp as she gazes at my wolf form. Once I’ve begun my semi-transformation, I open my eyes and show her my cla

We head to class and nothing new really happens. I thought for sure that our teacher was maybe in on the werewolf thing, but maybe not, or maybe he is just better at hiding it. I mean the Dean is a werewolf and many of the professors are or have a basic knowledge of our existence which helps us to integrate into normal life around here. But I thought for sure the way that Professor Chance acts that he would be all in for the werewolf liberation from the Alpha King. He just talks like a tree hugging hippy. Don’t get me wrong. I am all for preserving the lands that we need to run and stay safe from the humans who don’t know of our existence, but I am not about to jump on the bandwagon th

“I’m afraid I’m sure as hell. Double size, strong legs, sharp canines, glowing eyes. That’s not a regular wolf you’re looking at! Come the night and they would be thrice as dangerous.” The man swallowed. “What do we do?” “I hope there’s something we could do but I’m afraid there isn’t. They are much stronger than us. No amount of collective strength would make it possible to stop them. I say let them do whatever it is they’re doing and wait till its over.” – the professor said and went inside his car again The man got no choice. Half of his mind’s still not convinced that the ones he’s looking at now are actually werewolves: a page of ancient history coming to life right before their eyes.

and their other classmates laughed. “Lycanthropy is a mental disorder in which the patient believes he is a wolf or some other nonhuman animal,” said by their professor, smiled, “stimulated by the once widespread superstition that lycanthropy is a supernatural condition in which men assume the physical form of werewolves or other animals.” For some unexplainable reason, William raised his right hand and was immediately acknowledged by his professor, who said, “Yes, Mr. Styles?” William rose from his seat and inquired solemnly, “What does a werewolf look like?” His classmates and professor both chuckled in response to his inquiry.

He smells a little like a wet dog from our fight with the spider horde. "Chief Wolfpaw, do you think more magical creatures will come in search of the luna lilies," I ask, knowing the answer is most likely yes. "Of course they will come. The trees whisper to each other. You can't hear it. But us werewolves can. The return of the lilies has already been gossiped about and carried on the wind through the trees. The whole forest knows by now and it is up to us to protect it," Chief Wolfpaw replies as he changes into a werewolf with grey hairs dispersed along his back.

I growled, sitting up. “Yeah, right.” She stretched her arms lazily. “I think I need a new instructor. Someone stronger.” That hit a nerve. My jaw tightened. She was trying to get under my skin and it was working. “You think I’m not strong enough?” Camryn looked me up and down slowly. “Oh, you look strong,” she said, stepping closer. Then she reached out, her hand wrapping around my bicep. “But you’re weak.” That was it. I wasn’t just any wolf, I was the strongest alpha in Lupinemere. Born and bred for dominance, trained in combat from the time I could shift. And here she was this sharp-tongued newbie treating me like some cub.

I asked, pointing at her in surprise, and she nodded. Why would Monica send that? She knew nothing of Lucien, did she? How come? Lucien was not the clumsy type to let his secret out anyhow and to anyone.. “Yes I did. It’s hard to believe but I think if there was a werewolf in our midst, it would be Professor Lucien. They’re usually handsome or beautiful creatures. Beauty that makes humans want to stare. Beauty that humans can’t rival. They’re great pretenders and usually have an air of mystery around them. When I thought of all that, I felt Professor Lucien was likely to be one. He’s simply too perfect.” She explained softly, and I gave a light chuckle.

Whispers floated through the air, just loud enough for my wolf hearing to catch. "New pack member." "Alpha's stepdaughter." "She smells off." I kept my eyes down, pretending I did not hear them, pretending their words did not make my wolf stir uncomfortably. The professor entered exactly on time, a middle-aged wolf with greying temples who immediately launched into a lecture about political power structures. I pulled out my notebook and tried to focus. Ten minutes in, the door slammed open. Lucas Pierce strolled in like he owned the place, coffee cup in hand, lazy grin on his face. The professor did not comment, he did not even pause his lecture. Fear or respect, I could not tell which.