Professor Lupin Werewolf Novels & Stories

The professor was a new lecturer and was too focused on his work to mingle with the other lecturers so no one bothered to mention to him that the family that owned the University (Vanderwilson) had two children attending the this year and one of them took his classes. Mei, ever the instigator, slowly stood up. Her chair scraped against the floor with an ominous screech. She leveled the professor with a look so cold it could have flash-frozen the sun. “What did you just say to us, you fucking dog?” she growled, her voice dripping with venom. (dog is used to describe a poor werewolf from a foreign country ) Every werewolf in the room flinched, their instincts screaming at them to avoid the ine

Only forty seats were filled—twenty humans, twenty werewolves, deliberately interspersed. I ended up between Jenny and a werewolf boy who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. He had bronze skin, dark hair, and the kind of muscle definition that came from genetics, not gym time. "Good morning, students." The professor was a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and absolutely no werewolf markers I could identify. Human? Here? "I'm Professor Martinez, and I'll be guiding you through Integration Studies. This class is designed to bridge the gap between our species, to foster understanding and cooperation."

I wish I could read her mind so I'd know what she feels about this, and whether I should keep talking. "Roman Sinclair is a werewolf, leader of his pack," I continue. "And he has fooled these young, immature Hollywood actors and turned them into werewolves too. Lena Black was also bitten around the same time as I was. David Norman— your professor — is a werewolf too." She lets out a nervous laugh that dies in her throat. "Leo, stop messing with me. Next you’ll tell me the Oscars are run by vampires." "Lara, I'm dead serious."

There was only emptiness where those feelings used to exist, a hollow quietness that unsettled me more the longer I noticed it. “Your final research project for this term,” Professor Green said suddenly, his voice cutting cleanly through the lecture hall while he stopped near the podium, “will account for sixty percent of your final grade.” The reaction was immediate. Students straightened sharply in their seats while nervous murmurs spread throughout the room almost instantly. Sixty percent was enough to destroy someone’s entire semester. Even I paused writing. “The topic,” he continued evenly, “is the socio-economic impact of the Lycan-Werewolf wars on modern pack hierarchy. I expect prope

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.

It's an infusion of herbs that I know are beneficial to werewolves and I am tempted to ask him why he cares but I don't. “If you are sick, you can take a day off. I can help you apply for permission," he says and I shake my head. ‘I am sure he's pretending to be sick so as to gain the professor's sympathy.” ‘He’s a playboy and we all know it.’ ‘He took the hottest guy in our year and now he wants the professor too?’ ‘Hypocrite!’ Those and more jabs move around the classroom and I can hear them because… I am a werewolf and we have super hearing.

He smiled at me. When the door opened suddenly, "Young Master EL!" It's Lupoz, and someone else was with him. A face I've never seen before but he looked like the Grand Alpha. EL looked at them. "Just wait when my father returns, all of you will be punished." "Young Lord, we are doing what we know is best so this false scientist would finish the cure for your people as soon as possible." "Oh." EL's response was intended to mock Lupoz. "Thank you for your concern towards us, the werewolves, but do you really think that what you're doing is helping the situation?!” His scream rumbled the four walls, enough to make Lupoz lower his head.

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−“

Professor Morsa's face was still quite pale and mentally tired. Professor Morsa is the one who teaches the subject Of Werewolf Magic Analysis. Because they hadn't received new books and modules, Hana, Henry, and Jackson didn't carry any items. Even so, Professor Morsa didn't say a word to them until the end of the session. They don't know how Sir. Powen convinced Professor Morsa, but he hadn't accepted Hana, Henry, and Jackson's presence in the class. The first class at D.Ruck ended in boredom and frustration.

Lucas Lucas Gray could not concentrate on his history class. He had just found his mate. His wolf had sensed her immediately he entered the class and it had leaped for excitement. It was magical. He had been told what it felt like when a wolf finds its mate but experiencing it himself was a whole different matter. His parents were going to be so glad when they heard this, he thought to himself. But there was only one problem. He couldn't smell any wolf on her. Wasn't she a werewolf? Or was she a latent submissive? But he knew that wasn't the case. He would be able to smell her even if she was latent. Also, everything he said seemed to surprise her like she had never heard such terms being us