Novelas y relatos de Remus/sirius Fanfic

She is more annoying than cute. But I can't stop thinking about her now. Her soft, rounded face with full lips and a cute nose with tiny freckles sprinkled on it, her wild curly hair and big green eyes... Dang it, why do I find her so attractive? "Why do you look like you swallowed a whole lemon?" Sirius pushes me to get my attention. I jump, startled, and quickly compose myself. "Uh, what? No reason. I'm fine." Sirius is the Beta wolf of our pack and my childhood best friend. We are supposed to be celebrating his birthday tomorrow night.

" It was Alicent this time. Her brow furrowed as she too in my features, even for a deity, the past few days had been draining.. "I'm fine.. I just... what happened to you?" I said as I noticed a short jagged scar under her chin. "Oh this" her hands reached out to touch it "It's from the fight" Alicent said. "What? I was confused as I glanced between her and Lioren "Isn't it supposed to have healed? my brow furrowed. "Well, that's another theory we've discovered" Lioren said "the wolves seemed to be healing slower from the damages caused by Nyxar's hounds" I took a step back.

Elias laughed again, his voice sounding distant and intoxicated with desire. “You think I can stop in a state like this?” he said, pointing down where his swelling manhood was clearly visible through his pants. I swallowed hard again, letting the call go to voicemail. I couldn’t answer the phone like this, not while I was caught in the same whirlpool of desire as Elias. A few moments later, a text message appeared on my phone screen: [I need you. My sister… Their mating ceremony is in a week… I don’t know what to do.]

Carefully, he unfolded one brittle parchment after another, spreading them across the table. His eyes stopped on a faded drawing of a young woman standing under the full moon. Silver light surrounded her body. Damien’s breathing became uneven as he quickly turned the page. He slowly lowered the parchment, his face gradually losing all color. “No…” he said in a low voice, his heartbeat speeding up. “That can’t be possible.” **** The wounded attacker knelt on one knee, blood dripping onto the stone floor beneath him. His shoulder was badly burnt where Maya’s power had struck him and his arm was still shaking from the blast.

She rolled her eyes at Anais. Anais paused. Her eyebrows furrowed. She opened her mouth to defend herself— “Oh hey, guys. Don't talk to my sister that way. She has the most beautiful soul.” A figure approached them. They all turned to see a tall, brunette. Anais blushed at her sister's choice of words. “Oh hey, Fiona. We were just telling your sister that the Alpha of the blue moon pack was coming.” one of the girls said. Fiona took a seat beside Anais even when there was an extra seat at the girls' table.

Because it gave her too much space to think. “You’re distracted.” She turned sharply. He was leaning lightly against the doorway, his presence somehow both unexpected and unsurprising at the same time. “I apologize, sir.” “There it is again.” Her pulse quickened. “I’ve always addressed you that way.” “And I’ve always allowed it,” he replied. “That doesn’t mean I prefer it.” The rain filled the silence that followed. Soft. Persistent. Unavoidable. Amara set the dishcloth down carefully, buying herself a moment.

"Apparently, the girl you took from him is his mate." What the actual fuck? I tilted my head to be sure my ears were hearing correctly. His mate. The word rang back over and over again, filling every corner of my skull. Amaris is Alpha Kieran's mate.

Lilith’s pulse quickened instantly. A strange warmth flickered in her chest. She hated the fact that her body responded to him. “I don’t remember loving you,” she whispered. “You don’t remember hating me either.” That immediately silenced Lilith. Lucas stepped closer, but still didn’t touch her. “If you want to leave me, I won’t stop you, Lilith,” Lucas said quietly. “But if you want to stay here with me, it won’t be because I bought you, Lilith. It’s because you are my sire bond, my mate...”

When I could openly declare her as my mate, spinning it as some kind of grand gesture towards inter-species peace by the Moon Goddess, and live with Michaela always at my side. We’d grow back into the closeness we used to share, and go beyond it into the deep intimacy of fated mates. I’d get to hold her at night without pretending to be asleep the whole time. Maybe I could find her son, that little curly-haired boy named after Bria, wherever he was in the human world and bring him to live with us in the pack. Maybe we could be some kind of family together. I shook my head, sick at heart and disgusted with myself.