Remus Lupin Fanart Novelas e Histórias

"Please come back. Don't disappear again." EXTRA: Remy: *kisses Jasmine in the corner of her lips* Jasmine: BRAT, PUNK, RASCAL, WRETCH! Remy: *calls her Chipmunk* Jasmine: (੭ु ‾᷄ᗣ‾᷅ )੭ु⁾⁾ Remy: *flirts* Jasmine: _(:3 ∠) _ I have raised a rogue

He picked up a long leathery whip and lashed it hard over a beasty man, whose strong arms and legs all tied up on an upright iron stand. “Fuck him.” Remus demanded. Oliver lifted his ass and waited for the muscular man to enter. Remus eyes reddened while thrusting aggressively into the man’s mouth. “What about me?” Rina lied on a bed beside them and spread her legs wide open. She picked up a flaming candle and dripped the melting wax all over her thighs. Remus took a frozen melon ball and rubbed it on her clit. “Like this, sister?” Remus said, with a sly smile.

Her eyes alight upon scattered sketches strewn across the surface, drawing her in with an irresistible pull. Picking up one of the sketches, she is met with the striking image of a wolf, its form captured in intricate detail. As her gaze flits to another sketch, a closer view of the wolf reveals its menacing features—fangs bared and saliva dripping, an embodiment of primal ferocity. A series of similar sketches follow, each portraying the majestic yet fearsome creatures in different poses. A furrow creases Rose's brow in puzzlement as she contemplates the artist's apparent fixation on these lupine subjects.

I was wearing leggings and a thin long-sleeved top, with a cap on my head. The forest was peaceful; I could hear the chirping of birds, there was a light breeze, and the trail we were walking on was well-maintained. Remus walked ahead because of his long legs, which were very visible since he was wearing hiking shorts that hugged his thighs. Even his long-sleeved shirt was tight against his large frame. I couldn't find a single flaw in my handsome companion. He’s fit, has a lean body, and has large muscles. He has golden tan skin, a clean-shaven face, and his eyes look greenish because of his mixed heritage. His hair is long, reaching his shoulders, and tied in a man bun today. He was hot an

This must be Remington. And Remington… was a werewolf.

I asked him. "Yeah ." he nodded. Remi led me to where my paintings were painted on the wall. There were six of them and although each painting was of the same Black wolf, I painted them differently. The first painting was beside a Riverside. The wolf sat beside the river staring at its beauty. The second painting explained the wolf's loneliness. His red eyes bare no emotions and he stood on top of a mountain staring blankly at nothing explaining its loneliness. The third painting shows how the wolf bared his fangs and his red eyes glowed. It's showed the wolf's anger. The fourth painting showed the wolf running. His limbs I painted in a blurry form which showed Wolf's strength. The fifth pai

Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips. Once, her father, Alpha Damon, had claimed he wasn’t interested in women, focusing solely on his duties—until he encountered Luna Alice at a nearby pack meeting when she was just fifteen. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and spent an entire year longing to see her again. The moment he turned eighteen and returned to the pack, he discovered that Alice was his mate. He claimed her that very night and married her the next day, without waiting another moment.

It wasn't a joke when she asked me to call her the Beautiful one. She's huge, I was surprised she wasn't small. Though not as big as Zek, she was still bigger than most female wolves. She has white fur, white as snow. No wonder she bears snow as a name and the most beautiful is her blue eyes. Deep and accentuated her look. Xander couldn't stop talking about how beautiful my wolf was. He took so many pictures of her and I couldn't help staring at them. She's me and I'm here. My other half.

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

They are hanging loosely off his hips. "Have you figured it out yet Maggie?" as he reaches out to feel my forehead. "Figures what out?" He lets a small laugh out "You are a late bloomer. You are known as Lupus werewolf. You get your wolf on the first full moon of your 29th Birth year. You are a rare breed but to be one of the strongest of wolves out there."