Remus Marvel Novels & Stories

"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

A vomiting emoji trailed it, and I swallowed a growl. "Mrs. Winters?" Ryan's voice pulled me back. "Hmm?" I blinked, refocusing. "You look pale. Need a break before we see Romulus and Remus?" "Romulus… Remus?" The names hit me like a slap, stirring something I couldn't grab hold of. He nodded, casual as if it were nothing. "Yeah, our Dire Wolf project. Resurrected two of them with skeletal DNA." I froze, staring at him, my mind a blank howl. Then her voice crashed in, the Moon Goddess, fierce and familiar. "Leah, my child. What are you doing? Are you playing God?"

Integrity +1 → 8/10 Remy Dagger Sync +1 → 95% Celeste Valentina Morua—14, Level 2, Crown equipped— curled into Remy ready for Monday and every mist-space night after.

And they never traveled without their leader. Which meant only one thing. Remi Movato walked in, looking as diabolical as ever. Where to begin with Remi Movato? She was a psycho. She was a bitch. She was the worst skank you’d ever meet in your life. And also, the best skank you’d ever meet in your life. One time, she impersonated Orville and infiltrated the friend group for a month until anybody noticed. Her reasoning? Because she could. When she wasn’t being the spawn of Satan, she was starring in a teen soap opera called The Werewolf Chronicles. All anybody ever did in that show was look hot and say cringy ass shit. Remi’s character did both of those things and was the daughter of a former

My stomach dropped. What now? Remus came crawling in at full speed like a tiny missile. He spotted Levi and pushed himself up into a standing position, wobbling as he stood. Then he took a few shaky steps toward Levi with his arms outstretched. "He's walking!" Levi shot up from behind his desk and crouched down to Remus's level. "Come on, buddy." Remus smiled and stumbled forward faster, then fell into Levi's arms like he'd been aiming for that exact spot the whole time.

Lucian appeared tense, ready to intervene, but my mother subtly signalled him to hold back, conveying assurance through her gaze. “Together,” I whispered, reaching for Vienna’s hands slowly. She stared at me through tear-filled eyes, her vulnerability shining through like a wounded puppy. “You know, it really hurts me that you don’t want my empire, Cercei,” a voice interrupted our heartfelt moment. We both turned around to see Remus approaching us, his appearance battered and bloodied, his left eye swollen, and a noticeable limp in his step. “Remus,” Mamà growled, and her deep contempt was apparent.

What adventures had they seen and what mysteries still awaited? For the first time since coming aboard, a flicker of excitement stirred within her. Perhaps this journey would be one of discovery after all. Amelia's thoughts were interrupted by the approach of the werewolf cook, Remus Massengill . He had a tentative smile on his face as he came to stand beside her. "Quite a sight, isn't she?" Remus said, leaning against the rail. "Old and battered she may be, but the Midnight Wolf has spirit." Amelia returned his smile. "She certainly does. It seems you all share that spirit."

Remus sneered, his green eyes gleaming with malevolence. "I wasn't expecting to see you, Remus," I forced out, trying to maintain my cool demeanor. The room was thick with tension, the only sound the anxious breaths of Maria and Severa echoing in the silence. Remus smirked, a dark glint in his eyes. "Well, I do love surprises," he drawled, his gaze sweeping over the room.

Crimson shadow erupted from my right, a concentrated lance that punched through the golem's torso, detonating inside, blowing the entire construct apart from within. Stone fragments scattered across the arena. The crowd ducked. The shockwave rattled the seats. The golem was gone. Dust and rubble. Remus stood in the settling cloud, swaying. His power spent. His face gray with exhaustion. I walked through the debris. Unhurried. The fusion humming steady, silver and red in perfect equilibrium. I stopped in front of him. He looked at me. The flat patience was gone. The pride was gone. What remained was something raw. Not fear, not exactly.

And that’s true because, Remus is having none of that, he grips my chin harshly, not liking that I want to change the topic. Remus is Rome’s soul, but he’s always been the most untamed of the two. They are like two different people in one, even though it probably shouldn’t be so. Remus is the uncut version of Rome; he is intense and a whole new vibe that you don’t want to mess with or get untangled with.