Remus Marvel Novels & Stories

A sickening feeling lashes through me, and I stare at him in horror. No. Remus appears outside the cell, grinning like he's won the lottery. He's dressed in royal robes. "Well, well," he drawls. "Look what my brother caught for me." Brother. My heart disintegrates even further. I look between both of them, praying that somehow Remus is playing with me. But them being so close to each other, the resemblance is striking. Thalor is Remus's brother. "Nobody runs from me, little Gamma." Remus steps closer to the bars, his smile widening. "Did you really think you could escape? That I wouldn't find you?"

, 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.

she mumbled. “Well, Miss, nobody should force you to stay here…” I replied, and she returned my comment with a dry smile. “Yeah, right… as if the mighty Alpha Cornelius, would let me decide if I want to renounce the blessing of finding my fated mate to marry a stranger…” She mumbled, “Are you Cornelius's daughter, Mariel?” Her eyes opened wide and her mouth opened. Yes, how…” I interrupted, “Nice to meet you, I am Remus.” Her eyes watered, and if I was feeling angry for myself, now I was feeling sorry for her. She was devastated.

Intro... Remus Everything was perfect but somehow I felt like something was missing, something that I didn't know. I am Remus Scofield, a multi-billionaire, I could get everything I want, every single thing in just one snap of my fingers, I run a lot of businesses in this city, I could do everything I want but I knew something was missing, yes, and I think it was my mate. I am a werewolf, from a royal pack, an Alpha that was trapped in the world of humans, I wasn't able to go back to my pack... not yet; definitely not now.

And then he pulls me to him, like I’m the only anchor in his storm. And maybe I am. I spot the man on the wall. A caged animal. Filthy. Smirking. Remus. I go cold. My whole body stills. His grin widens. “Well, if it isn’t the little slave killer in the flesh.” “You’re scum,” I hiss, stepping forward before I even realize I’ve moved. “He reeks of blood and rot,” Silvara snarls. “He’s the past. And you—we—are something he could never touch.”

Iridescent scales slide down her arms. "For a mortal that likes to whore herself out to paras you're one stupid as bitch. You don't have a clue how this world works. Well little clubwhore; you're about to get a crash course. Rage is my fated mate. We have sealed our bond. That means I have all his memories right up here." Remi says tapping the side of her head. Emerson shrugs her shoulders.

I pushed open the door to the conference room and stepped inside. The room was filled with familiar faces. Gerald was seated beside the head of the table, his expression was strained. Mara and Mae were standing near the window, and their postures tense. At the opposite end of the table, sat Remus and Marcus. My breath caught in my throat. Remus looked exactly like the Alpha that he was. He sat tall and imposing, with that brooding intensity that had always drawn me to him. His dark hair looked slightly disheveled, as if he'd been running his hands through it in frustration. His jaw was set, and his eyes dark.

Remus may have been fueled by greed, but I was motivated by something else, something far more empowering. He extended his claws, catching me on the side of the face and neck, opening up my skin, but just before he could pull back, I grabbed his arm, spinning behind him twisting and breaking it. “Fucking bitch! I will bathe in your blood tonight and use it to heal myself from these wounds!”

BEN Marvel and Calum run past the packhouse, straight for the warrior center. Calum goes to work with me all the time, so he is familiar with the area and everyone who is loitering about. Many of our warriors laugh as they run by, giving Marvel curious glances, most likely because they didn't expect him to look so much like his dad. I can't believe how spunky Marvel is. The little alpha has no reservations in asserting his dominance, and he has absolutely no fear. He's the spitting image of Valentine.

“Oscar, is it? I didn’t put you in Thorn’s castle for fun. It’s time for you to be useful. Prove yourself. Break them apart, you will be awarded for it.” Her reaction was exactly what the chamberlain wanted. Yes, my queen,” the chamberlain grinned darkly, “My wife, Nyree, and I already have a plan.” -- Prince Remus’s Secret Bedchamber Prince Remus was a gaunt but handsome man, with a long scar on the right side of his face. He had a fearsome and cruel air about him. He laid on his luxurious deck chair as he came in his lover, Oliver’s, mouth.