Remus Marvel Novels & Stories

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

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.

But he didn’t tell her not to look back– which she also did. And as she turned, she saw Remus, her boss, the Volkov Corporations’s Chairman, dark and mysterious Remus turned into something that is not a man. Not even a human. Ripping his clothes as he grew, with fangs, and claws, and the darkest coats of hair covering his entirety. And his grey eyes turned golden, and she knows that he saw her looking before clashing with the hooded figure and the air was filled with shrieks, lashing, growls and ripping.

- Kate I’ve seen Marcel from afar, but I have to admit, Riven was right. Marcel is a sight to be seen. His hulking wolf sends chills down my spine as I push my legs apart and dig my heels into the ground. His wide, dark eyes focus on me, and I can practically picture the smirk that he’d be wearing if he was in his human form. “Fuck...” Riven groans from beside me. His hand flies to his side, where one of the bullets struck him.

She needs time,' I tell him, hoping to placate him. 'She's beautiful,' he says, admiring his mate. I'm surprised that she's a white wolf—they're incredibly rare—basically unheard of. Not to mention, typically our wolf's coat reflects our hair and has our same eye color. Unless they're a rogue, then their eyes are red. Like me, my wolf has black fur and green eyes, but Amaris's wolf's white coat isn't the only thing that differs from her human side. While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes.