Remus Lupin Fanfiction Novels & Stories

There was a long silence on the other side, broken only by a deep, shaky exhale. “You’re lucky I was the one who found you,” the maid continued, still keeping her voice low but firm. “Any werewolf can recognize the scent of something… foreign. Even in blood. What would you have done if a guard found you instead? How would you explain that? Why did you keep it a secret and lie when I asked you before?” Her voice kept pushing, scolding, until Remi finally let out another breath, this one cracked and broken, and then came the soft sound of her sobs.

Delta is howling in my mind but despite the euphoria, I notice something that he doesn’t seem to. “I’m Remington, but everyone calls me Remi.” “Doctor Remi,” she says with a nod. “Yes, yeah thats me.” Our hands are still together in front of us and our gazes lock again, this time I’m sure I am right. She doesn’t feel the mate bond. And my nose was right, she doesn’t smell like a wolf. -She is a wolf, I can feel hers. But she isn’t awake- Delta tells me frustrated. -She is at least 23, she would have a wolf by now if she was going to- I counter.

He demanded more forcefully, and she turned her scared eyes to him, making his smirk. “I suppose I should not be too hard on our dear Mirabel, should I?” He pretended to ask rhetorically, and he could see the first spark of life and defiance flash through her eyes at the mention of her daughter. And Lord Fuhler pushed down the spark of jealousy it aroused in him. “W_what do you mean?” She finally moistened her tongue enough to ask, and Fuhler grinned. Before shrugging. “She was born from a wolf as weak as yourself, I suppose it's only natural for her to be weak as well.” He ended with a sage nod, and she looked at him with narrowed eyes, causing Fuhler to grin again, wickedly that is.

Something almost— It wasn't her wolf. That was the strangest part. She knew her wolf's reactions by now, knew the warm, consuming pull that came with Luca's nearness, the way her wolf pressed toward the surface whenever he was close, eager and familiar. This was nothing like that. This was quieter. Older. A low heat uncoiling somewhere beneath her ribs that had nothing to do with instinct she recognized—no snarl, no claws scraping for purchase, no wolf clamoring to be let out. Just heat, patient and strange, settling into her bones like it had been waiting there far longer than she'd been standing in this room.

She would be angry, if she wasn’t so hungry. “I’ll give this to you if you want.” Remus began. He stood tall and firm, just like all the other Alphas’ that Leonila met in her lifetime. And just like all of them, she wanted nothing more than to rip his head off his body. Remus seemed to have read her mind. He squishes the bag of blood on his hand, almost to the point of breaking it and spilling everything. A whimper escapes Leonila– what a waste, she thought.

While both reasons made sense, it was the second that hit home. “If there is any way that you could reach Corvin, I don’t know how long I am going to be able to hold off Octavio and the others.” Neither he nor Corvin got along with that man and his wolf. It was instinctual. “That cur,” Remus growled. She scooted over, and the sexy silk of her nightgown rubbed up against Remus’s bare skin. He wished more than ever that his partner would awaken. He needed some playtime with her.

I’m Mellow Fanning Lupin, the second daughter of Country Zee’s president. But fairy tales are mere delusions. They’re colorful... even blinding. Until the sheaths come off and worms writhe in the distaste of a painful reality. Zeath Lupin and I have been married for two years. We are the perfect model couple. Always trending for the right reasons. I thought we were in love. But maybe not. The pretense only had a quick run under a storm we couldn’t catch its prints—I couldn’t catch its prints. Now that I’m caught up with it, I’m stepping into its deep footprints. Squelchy ones that trap my legs in the mud like a sinkhole.

“They’re afraid of him.” “They’re afraid for the pack,” the messenger corrected. “He rules like he’s waiting for something to come back.” Silence settled thickly. Rowan glanced at Elara. “The bond may be quiet, but the damage isn’t.” The messenger hesitated, then added, “There are rumors.” Elara’s jaw tightened. “About what?” “About a missing Luna,” he said carefully. “Some believe that rejecting you cursed his leadership.” The words hit harder than Elara expected.

"Whatever I do is by my own choice." Remus smirked, not the kind that used to bring warmth and familiarity, but one that was now laced with malice and arrogance. "You say that with such conviction," he drawled, seemingly amused by my defiance. "But can you really claim to not depend on your Lycan prince when you hide behind him like a scared little girl?"

I watch her both feet and it seems she wants to sprint back outside Selena's Wall. ‘Don’t let her…’ my wolf, Remus, commanded. ‘Of course, I won’t!’ I replied to him, and Remus just chortled in a dark way. ‘I know you wouldn’t. Just don’t take your eyes off of her or you'll surely be like those goddamn wretched creatures!’