Remus Tonks Novels & Stories

I watch her both feet and it seems she wants to sprint back outside Selena's Wall. ‘Don’t let her…’ my wolf, Remus, commanded. ‘Of course, I won’t!’ I replied to him, and Remus just chortled in a dark way. ‘I know you wouldn’t. Just don’t take your eyes off of her or you'll surely be like those goddamn wretched creatures!’

He has to try harder. "You're lying," I choke out. "Am I?" Remus pulls out his phone, shows me a photo. It's my father's head on a pike, eyes still open in frozen horror. I'm going to be sick. "You monster," I gasp. "Monster?" Remus laughs. "I'm an Alpha. I did what Alphas do. I claimed what's mine and eliminated the obstacles." His eyes slide to Thalor. "And my dear brother here? He's the one who carried out the executions. Isn't that right, Thalor?"

"It's already eleven am so I think I'll be leaving in an hour." "Dio will be with you." He concluded, rising from his seat. That was surprisingly easy. Too easy. Her eyes trailed as his large arms pulled both their plates upwards. The tattoo on both his arms seemed to be glowing. "You got your tats repainted?" "Yeah." He replied. In no time, he was right behind her. She felt her breath hitch as he snaked his hands through her waist. "No emotions." He whispered into her ear. She knew what that meant. For the last two days, Anthony had been teaching her on how to be immune to any touch.

“Loud and clear. Do I need to repeat myself?” Rook had gone very quiet. Cass’s scarred jaw worked like he was chewing on something he didn’t want to swallow. And Mara … Mara was staring at me now, but differently. Like she was rearranging a puzzle and didn’t like the picture forming. “So she’s Tonks,” she said softly. “Calla Tonks.” The name came out of her mouth like it tasted strange. “The breeder.” The word hit me like a slap. “You know me?” I asked, frowning.

If not for the interruption of his friends. “Fredrick, not gonna introduce us?” the muscular one says, smacking the back of Fredrick’s head playfully. The casual familiarity shocks me. He stands tall with dark hair and bright hazel eyes, striking in his own right—but none of them hold a candle to Fredrick. He reaches his hand out to me. “I’m Remus Michaelson. It’s nice to finally meet you.” I place my hand in his briefly, my smile soft but reserved. “I’m Eldora Maine. Lovely to finally meet you, too.”

"Stay calm. Let her speak first." Romulus snorted, his snout wrinkling. "I don't know. She's so tiny. Can't be her." Remus ignored him, leaping closer, his gaze raking over me like he was peeling back my skin. Romulus lumbered after, nearly crashing into him. "Wow," Romulus said, sniffing the air. "She smells delicious." Remus swatted him with a paw, a growl in his throat. "All you think about is food. Don't eat her, you idiot."

Wednesday Remus’s POV She looked so delicious in that blue dress, and it made his stomach knot to think of her alone, especially looking like that, with Octavio. The curr was an honorless mongrel. Remus’s mate was in danger, and his instinct was to fight. She was, after all, a white fluffy bunny about to entertain a house full of ravenous wolves. He had to reach Corvin. There was no time left. Remus closed his eyes and focused on his companion. The looming danger heightened his senses, which carried his awareness downstream towards the object of his focus. ‘Corvin, my partner, my companion.’ He thought. Remus felt him trapped inside the unforgiving kennel of his own mind.

"No one suspects a thing! The little pet here is loyal, quiet, and oh-so-delicious. She is enjoying the luxury life. Sure, she's smart, but I think she turned the smarts off to relax. It's Alexander who's a problem." Remus let out a low growl, shaking his head. "I had thought we would be able to sway him. He does not seem interested in human safety or their general culture. Surely he would earn the peace and quiet he desires oh so much by taking the pesky humans under control with us. Instead, he actively tries to intercept our plans. I assume you have had no luck with him either?"

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.

“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.