Remus X Sirius Novels & Stories

She asked, her voice diplomatic and firm, ever the polite and accommodating hostess. Ben swallowed again. “Uh, Luna Select, as mate to the Alpha Select and Dauphin, it is technically up to you. I would only need a written–” “Wonderful!” Sirius exclaimed, clapping with unrepressed–and unprofessional–joy. “I can’t wait to get started.” But as if the sudden excitement had drained him, he looked to Jack. “I’m sorry. But I am getting fatigued. Would it be possible to take me back to the infirmary now?”

Their voices overlapped, a chorus of disbelief and joy. Some succeeded immediately, their limbs shifting with ease and grace. Others struggled, laughter and frustration mingling as they pushed the limits of their control. Gabriel watched them, a deep pride swelling within him. They were free, truly free, and the sight of it was almost too much to hold. Remus, his hair a silver banner in the morning breeze, shifted with surprising ease. His fur shimmered, the light catching on the strands and turning them to silver-gold. He grinned, a wild and youthful expression that belied his years. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he called, his voice cutting through the din with the clarity of shared triumph.

Eden laid the invitation on Remus’ desk, who eyed it apathetically and then grunted. “Goddammit” he muttered just under his breath. “They really went with it.” Remus presses the bridge of his nose and then lays back on his chair. He had his eyes closed and Eden could only look at him. Despite his obvious irritation, one cannot deny the fact that Remus has the face of a Greek god. Defined and chiselled– the kind of handsome that gets to you without a word. The kind that can stop anyone from their tracks with just a nonchalant expression and a weak smile.

I took the cup and thanked him, not at all understanding anything he was talking about. Mystrel waking to no pereche or brother My eyes opened quickly to the sound of whimpers and I saw Remus awake and angry. I sat up and lifted the infant to my arms. "Are you hungry, Remus," I asked in a silly voice and stuck my pinky into his mouth where he proceeded to bite and suckle. I glanced around wondering where my mate and brother were at. Suddenly the pair returned all laughing and buddy buddy. I glared at them both and Boris eyed me.

He looked up at the observation deck and met Ronnie's eyes, a big smirk plastered on her face. "Saffron is a wolf in sheep's wool. Are you still sure you want to spar with her?" Wesley retorted as he clapped Remy's shoulder. Remy felt torn, he thought it was incredibly sexy that his kitten was actually a lioness, but he was also very terrified of her now, knowing that she could easily take him.

Remus gazed down at me, started licking my stomach then up around my breasts, stopping by my neck. "I will send Justin to deliver the bite so you can place yours on him," Remus snorted with regret and buried his muzzle in my neck crease. Suddenly warm lips placed kisses upon my skin and I turned my head to see Justin looking sheepishly at me. Grinning happily, I hugged him. "Remus is overbearing and likes to burst forward during times I'm unsure of myself," he said. "Just mark me please and make me yours," I growled. The large male ran his fingers between my legs and dipped a digit into my sex causing me to jump slightly from the sensation.

I can only imagine how much that feeling will intensify once we irrevocably seal our union by exchanging claiming bites. Therefore, I settled for the next best thing with what I had been given, responding, “I know Jax will be thrilled when I tell him the good news, but I do ask that you stick around for another week or two and help me find an alternative option. I am still relearning the area, and you seem to have a good handle on the warriors here. There is also the ball coming up in a few weeks as well.” I added as an afterthought as my mind moved on to the next duty. “I can handle that. I think Remus might honestly be a great candidate with a bit more training. I know he is young, but he

a smirk drawn on his lips. “Okay, Mr Felix. I’m going to start the interview now. May I grab your attention please.” Kiel opened the folder. The man raked his gray hair up, crossing his legs. “I am ready.” A few questions were asked by Kiel and Felix answered it confidently. He never changed. Just like the last time they saw each other, Kiel can still see the straightforward attitude he has. Felix Remus was the only successor of the Remus Clan. A dignified example of a dominant alpha. He was honed to handle the clan at a very young age and meet Devyn and Kiel during highschool.

This place always soothed him. “Blake Silver,” Remus continued. “Son of Caelum. Heir of this pack. Step forward.” I was already there, but I took one step anyway. The movement felt symbolic. Like crossing an invisible line. Remus held out a shallow bowl made of silver stone. Inside it burned a small flame. Clean and bright. “Place your hand above the fire,” he instructed. “And speak.” I raised my hand. Heat brushed my skin but did not burn. The flame recognized me. It always did.

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.