Professor Lupin Wolf Novels & Stories

"What professor?" Freya and Yodah asked at the same time, looking at each other. Aiden's silence in her mind should have given her an idea of whomsoever the werewolf was talking about but she was more concerned about hearing it from the werewolf's mouth. "Professor Aiden Perkins. He is a history professor at the University nearby. He had brought Emma home at one time, causing a ruckus in the Pack. What do you both want? Why would you say we are in trouble? What are y'all planning?" The werewolf questioned, his eyes twitching between green and indigo. He was gearing up his wolf incase a fight broke out.

he said, staring at the physician. The man nodded briefly, "I continued researching the matter you asked about. I searched through every book and scroll I have but..." He paused for a while before sighing. "I didn't see any record of a wolfless female who possesses a scent." Lucian's brows furrowed slightly, after a while he decided to ask another question, "What type of wolf is a Vitali?" The physician grinned, "Now you are asking a question that can easily be answered." He stood up and walked toward a hidden shelf and pulled out a thick ancient book.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

----- *LILAC* "Professor Aspen, youngest professor in the history of Lupin. Rumor has it that he studied in the land of the gods," Kira gushes as she kept eyeing my husband with dreamy eyes. Oh, need I forget, he had pushed me back down to my seat without saying a word, shooed off the girl whose name I know now as Beryl and then walked gracefully back to the dais.

“I heard that’s even more difficult than any advanced class at this school.” “I was practicing magic with Xaden earlier and Principal Rapport was watching me,” I told her in a hushed tone. “He was impressed that I was able to do more than one spell at a time.” Her mouth hung open in shock. “Seriously?” She gasped. I could tell she had way more questions for me, but classes started, and we both drowned ourselves in our work. Werewolf History was taught by Professor Santina. She was a young teacher with long black hair with blonde highlights and big blue eyes. She was obviously a werewolf shifter and she even shifted to show us her large black wolf which also had streaks of blonde in its coat

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

The professor was talking about the origins of the first Werewolf Packs, their alliances with the moon goddess, and the rise of Alpha bloodlines. Lily had always been a history freak, and the study of werewolf history had been one of the most interesting subjects she had ever encountered. She was so immersed in her notes that she almost didn’t notice the door opening. A loud voice echoed through the classroom, disrupting the flow of the lecture. "My bad, professor," the voice said with a distinct, unapologetic tone. Lily’s head snapped up, and for a moment, her eyes locked onto the door. Her breath caught in her throat.

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

He was too exposed. The largest wolf in the center of the group turned its massive head. Its eyes, glowing twin yellow fires, locked directly onto Rian, then shifted to me, focusing on the faint, visible blue line across my throat. Rian let out a strangled, desperate cry of fury and fear. “Marcus Blackwood,” Rian snarled. “You waited for the boundary. You knew.” The immense wolf took one silent, deliberate step toward the light. It began to shift. The bones cracked with sickening force. It was morphing into a man of terrifying size and authority.