Novel & Cerita Remus Lupin Books

He was done. There would never be another like Remus for Corvin. The deepest, most intimate connection of his life had already rejected him. There was no need for the voice to go on. But when it spoke again, Remus soothed him with his gentle tone. “Come back, Corvin.” The sound of Remus’s call rumbled over the ground, causing it to shake. “I don’t know how.” He wailed. Remus suddenly appeared next to him. A wolf pounced on Corvin and Remus ripped into it with his terrible jaws. Corvin stared at him, disbelief and confusion writing their own story across his face. Remus threw the wolf to the empty abyss beyond the cliff.

I had to keep studying—this was the only way I could avoid his gaze and his presence. After a few more pages, my eyes drifted to the large bookshelf along the living room wall. It was filled with thick volumes, most in Latin or old English. Slowly, I stood and approached it. My fingers brushed over a spine, trying to read the titles. Anatomi Licanthropica, Genealogy of Packs, Mutatio Lupus. I pulled one out, nearly choking when I saw its contents—pages full of strange illustrations: skeletal figures half-transformed into wolves, notes on dual circulatory systems, and countless terms unfamiliar to me.

“I found this after my first shift. When I arrived at Lupinemere, it was already there. I don’t know how I got it.” He said nothing. “But Kian, he saw it once. He said something weird. He called it a lock and told me not to let it break.” I lowered my shirt, then pulled out the book we had been hiding for weeks. I flipped through pages until I found it, the prophecy. I read it aloud, again. “When the she-wolf with the shadowed blood rises, four shall stand at her side but only one shall rule beside her. If the heart wavers, the pack will fall. If she chooses, the moon will bow.”

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

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“Let her go. We need to handle this carefully.” Damon snapped his head toward his beta, his glare sharp enough to make Sampson hesitate. “Stay out of this,” he barked. Lisa’s smirk returned, though weaker now, as she spoke with feigned calmness. “You can accuse me all you want, Alpha, but the truth is we were together that night. Your memory must be failing you.” “You think you can manipulate me with lies?” Damon snarled, his wolf surging forward, begging to take control.

In anger, he raised his right hand to strike me with a punch. "Don't!" The MC commanded him. "She..." He pointed towards my direction. "She's a virgin hybrid, who holds the key to the sacred. She is also the last remaining lupine of her kind. Claiming her as yours guarantees beautiful offsprings, accessing the magical, and a free showcase of endless magic..." Before he could even finish speaking, the men were already bidding. "Twenty million dollars!" "Thirty million dollars!" "Forty two million dollars!" More and more kept coming, until something strange happened.

So he just marked me with scent and put me in his hut until he would find his nerve. Imagine being so big and powerful, but being too nervous to claim a mate. Most would just mark them without any consideration, but Remus was a rare and genuine wolf. He had heart and conscience, and much respect for me. I will never find another Remus. We remained here, in our own little world, for a week. Remus was fading quickly, and despite his threats through the link I did not leave him. It wasn't in me. As badly as I hated to see the others die, he was the one that devastated me. He became colder, and his pain increased. I gathered every herb or salve I could scavenge, and blanket too. I laid against h

'' she said. ''Okay…'' Remus said. ''And one in particular stood out. What do you know about the book of Luna's? Its brown and very old so you don't need to think much about it.'' Sylvia said. There, she said it and now, there was possibly no way he could deny it. She had caught him at a very tight corner with no way for him to escape. All of a sudden, Remus felt very uncomfortable. He knew Sylvia was watching him, watching his every reaction to this and he knew he had to be very careful especially since it had to do with something related to the history of the pack.

m. The lake remembers everything. Tonight it decides to remind us. We’re all half-asleep on the big floating dock (blankets, empty peach-cobbler tins, Kayo using Lucian’s wing as a pillow). The moon is a thin silver scar. Remy’s head is in my lap, braids loose and spread across my thighs like spilled ink. Seras is curled against Lucian’s side, armor dismissed, just a girl in an oversized hoodie with one glowing crimson streak.