Professor Lupin Werewolf Novels & Stories

I schemed through more pages, catching more drawings a huge wolf beast and seeing more and words I could not understand that captivated my interest. I couldn’t help but wonder how many more takes of creatures like this existed. The Lupine humans were rather interesting to read about and I saw more and drawings if the large wolf. They ate other animals, raw, but in their human firms they ate amongst the people, eating ordinary human food. As a Lobo they could run as fast vampires and had extreme strength.

“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

I furrowed my brows, still weirded out by the sudden question. “Well, it is mostly for hunting like aconitum, artemisia, lupine-” “Lupine,” she replied in an instant. “How is that supposed to be the answer?” Both Alarick and I asked. “Lupine is poisonous to werewolves. Once a hunter puts some of it in his spear and you get wounded by it.” I nodded at what she said. That is what I do all the time. “But it can prevent you from turning into a werewolf when it is directly ingested.” My eyes widened at what she said.

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.

The old werewolf took off his glasses with one hand and then looked into Beta’s eyes quite boldly, “My dear. Don’t underestimate me just because you are a lycan without a brain. I know quite well what I’m dealing with. I know who asked you to take care of her and I know very well what I’m wrestling with. I enjoyed my life to the fullest before getting those wrinkles. Just watch out your tongue, young man!” After giving him an earful, the old professor left my hand and got to his feet. Turning on his heels he started scurrying to the door when I called him from behind, “Sir. Please help me.” He stopped when he heard my plea but didn’t turn around, “I am in pain, sir. You can’t even imagine…”

Unfortunately, it only served to remind her of the truth of her earlier accusation—that Oscar was indeed skilled at creating surprises. "Please come in, Luna." This was one of the proofs. More precisely, it was another surprise that Era had never expected. She had never suspected or even considered that one of her professors was a werewolf, let alone from the same pack as her. "Hello, Miss," Era greeted with a forced smile, feeling a little uncomfortable with Madeline's reception. "How are you?" Madeline shook Era's hand warmly and smiled. "I'm fine, as usual." The atmosphere was a bit awkward; Madeline could clearly feel it. So, she decided not to discuss academic matters right away. Instea

All I had to do was keep my head down, just like headmistress Gretchen advised. I wiped the tears forming in my eyes, sitting up and focusing on the professor. "Today, you'll learn about the differences between werewolves, Lycans, and other shifters," Professor Edmund announced, and the projector whirred to life. Carnemore was undoubtedly prestigious. It was the ideal school for supernaturals, but for someone like me, it felt like a nightmare. As I tried to focus on the lesson, something hit me in the face. A paper. I picked it up after it landed right next to me and my heart sank as I unwrapped it.

Everyone knows they're just created fantasies, to entertain fictional stories lovers"he added, with a nonchalant enthusiasm. I forced my face into an unreadable mask, but inside, irritation clawed at me. He thinks of us as mere fictional entertainment. He had no idea what he was surrounded by. No idea that his own professor was a werewolf. No idea that about half of the students sitting in this class could shift at will. No clue that he was speaking to an Alpha. An Almighty one to be precise. And he laughed–laughed–at his own words, shaking his head like the mere thought of werewolves existing was absurd.

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.

“I understand. But you also mentioned werewolves who desire to be human. How does that work?” A flicker of hesitation crossed the professor’s face, and she fell silent, studying us intently. “You seem unusually interested in werewolves,” she observed, her voice carrying a hint of suspicion. “There’s something about you… an aura, perhaps. It’s as if you’re not just curious, but deeply invested in this knowledge.” “As I mentioned, we’re conducting research,” I replied smoothly, giving her a reassuring smile. “We want to gather every possible detail. It would mean a lot if you could grant us that insight.”