Professor Lupin Werewolf Novels & Stories

I could easily feel his bones beginning to crack in my grip and despite his attempts to pull away I wasn't letting go. "I told you not to touch me." This would teach this disgusting piece of trash. "Now, your hand will never be able to be used again." Squeezing harder I allowed all his bones to shatter in my grip before letting go. "YOU BITCH!" He snarled as his face started to elongate and contort. His open mouth showed long canines extending. "I will show you." "Show me buddy." I kept my gaze on him as he shifted and changed, gone was the huge disgusting man and in his place was a large copper colored wolf. His eyes glowed a blood red as he watched me.

She said loudly, gaining the attention of both boys seated by her side, "Professor Davis?" Blue-eyes asked brows furrowing in what she suspected was confusion. "Yeah, our psychology professor," Shd said slowly, giving the boy an incredulous look. He didn't even know the name of the professor of the course he was offering. Students these days. "Uh, No." The boy said, turning his laptop in her direction. "Our Professor is Doctor Grey," He pointed to the computer screen. Maya's head shot up instantly and she grabbed the laptop from the boy's grasp, her eyes widening in shock when she saw that he was indeed saying the truth.

he answered grimly. I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips. I didn’t know much about Roderick; I know most called him Rod. But from what I knew about him he was the youngest professor and advisor at this school. He was also a hybrid, born from a vampire and a werewolf. He mainly kept to himself with the other vampires, and he was also the blood lust professor. Skylar spoke about him often and always cooed about how good-looking he was.

"What's the big deal anyways? It's not like he can't have cocoa." Cocoa powder cake?! That's freaking worse! I need help. The only person who can help me right now is Kevin. But I'd have to tell him the truth. I have to risk Lupus's secret in order to save him. "Okay, look." I sighed. I can't believe I'm doing this. "Lupus is... He's not human." "What?" He stared at me still half asleep. "He's a werewolf." *

“Because it won’t work. You smell too different, freak.” I rolled my eyes. “Get lost, asshole.” “No,” he said. “I like this seat.” “Fine. I’ll,” I started, but didn’t get to finish because the professor walked in, and started class. “Shit,” I whispered. “Welcome to Cultural Studies five-fourteen,” she said. “I am Professor Francine Anderson, and if you’re here, you want to learn about the various myths surrounding werewolves. We will be going through from some of the earliest origin myths, to theories about how we came to be living all over the world.”

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.

How I had shredded through all of my clothes. That last part made me blush and I glared at Lucas. Did he really have to mention that? Of course, he'd never forget that The professor listened intently, his eyes never leaving mine as Lucas went through everything. When Lucas had finished, the professor sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I've long suspected that someone is secretly breeding a different kind of wolf, one that deviates from the norms we've come to understand. But I never imagined it would be from a teenage girl. No offense, Shana."

The wolf who once prided himself on pristine presentation now seemed entirely neglectful of pack appearances. "Luna," he called, stepping from the shadows between territorial markers. He clutched a bundle of blood-red wolfsbane, a traditional reconciliation offering. "I understand everything now. Though your mating with Dominic is legitimate, you bonded after knowing each other for merely a moon cycle. You cannot possibly love him. You orchestrated this to wound me, didn't you?" He extended the flowers, clearly expecting me to accept them as I always had in the past. I didn't reach for them, but responded with calm detachment.

Why are they acting so weird? “I'm not leaving until I get some answers,” I demand, determined to find out what's going on. We were in the middle of arguing when an unfamiliar voice interrupted us. Turning, I find our new headmaster, Lucius Wild, standing by the treeline. Lucius Wild, is the youngest headmaster to ever grace Lupine academy. Taking office this year he also holds a position as the youngest professor at the academy, teaching biology. He's also quickly become very popular with the student body. Probably because of his tall, lean yet muscular build and his long black hair that he usually wears up.

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.