Remus Lupin Novels & Stories

Attacking him, maybe? Remus went to his little friend's pack. In this pack...Luis, he rules like a normal alpha. He already has a mate, which is very rare for a werewolf nowadays...and a happy life. Remus called him earlier when his car crossed the border of his pack. All very quickly…and he agreed to whatever Remus asked. Including marrying Remus to a human who works as a waitress at the Packhouse. He even promised to find an Elder for the ceremony.

Lots of it. Lupine is a beautiful flower that looks like a much larger version of lavender. If I jump off this log I’ll land in a lupine patch. Uncle J is not playing around. Silver and lupine are toxic and lethal to a mutolupus, but as long as nothing gets in the bloodstream I should be okay, so while this would be unpleasant we’re not in mortal danger. Uncle J wouldn’t endanger our lives for the sake of training. My best chance is jumping as far as I can and hoping I’m out of the danger zone.

, he said and cleared his throat nervously. “I am Remusian. From The Kingdom of Remus. Remus means "twin raised by a wolf". Our ancestor, Remus was the twin brother of Romulus. They were both raised by a she-wolf and they both founded the city of Rome. My ancestors went and formed their own pack after they found traces of wolf characters in their body. They later found out they were not the only ones who were shifters.”, he began. “Shifters?”, she asked.

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

And then, I’d come too, exploding my semen deep inside her with a shuddering orgasm. What was I speaking of? Ah, yes, my attraction to Adara over the much prettier Fawna. Perhaps it was the eyes. We Lupines always look first at the eyes. The body undergoes no change at all when being turned—except for nights before and after the full moon, of course—but the eyes are altered slightly. Our sense of smell helps us recognize each other, but when strong odors mingle the scents and confuse us, the eyes are the key to recognition. So Lupines always look deeply into the other’s eyes when meeting someone for the first time.

Lupin, the most respected master in the court asked, confused. “Believe it or not, by the northern werewolves,” Eros said, trying to restrain his despair, “Remus led them in.” “That can’t be!” several men objected, “Prince Remus would never work with the wolves and bring them into the city!” “We all should’ve known better and prepared for this… but—” Eros said before he was cut off by Lupin, “We should wait for Remus to return to the palace and ask him in person, instead of accusing him without proof.”

"I've sensed them too, but don't worry, I'll stay away. They won't be able to sniff or sense my presence." Julián leaves and Jarl begins to venture even further into the forest. The A****n is beautiful and he is embarking on a destination that is not clear to him, but he desires to get to know it along the way. A little further in, he lets Remus out. The grayish fur, like mist, and the bright blue eyes of this magnificent and noble wolf, begin to blend with this dense jungle. He starts running as if his life depends on it, sniffing every living being in his path. Remus is a powerful alpha whose gifts are unique in his pack. Not only does he have the ability to sniff out and hear beings from

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."

Fenris muttered, taking a step towards him as he continued, “Actually the Remus family’s name is known far and wide. One of the most powerful families to ever come out of Alaska. A family consisting of witches, vampires and werewolves.” “So what has that got to do with me?” Adolph huffed, “I just want to know who Lucien Remus is. What is giving him this audacity to talk to me this way? Sending me threat letters, and he expects me to welcome him here with open arms? What is this?” “Calm down son…” “Explain things to me, don’t tell me to calm down. I want to know who that man is.” Adolph half yelled, his voice echoing round the room. He didn’t know why he was feeling this furious.

Not with the threat looming on the horizon. As he treaded water, Remus’s urgent voice cut through his thoughts. ‘Alpha, the Lunarri scouts have been spotted near the eastern border. They’re moving fast.’ The jolt of adrenaline hit him like a physical blow. “How long ago?” he demanded, already swimming for shore. ‘Two hours, sir. We’ve been trying to reach you, but—’