Sirius Remus Ao3 Novels & Stories

Anslan quickly apologised and then spoke up, “She…” he tilted his head downwards, “She’s my fated mate, Bellatrix. And once a war captive in my pack,” he fessed up, earning gasps collectively from the audience, especially the shocked Moon Flame pack members.

I could hear the wind whistling against the glass. "Divorce?" I laughed, a short, hysterical sound. "Silas, it’s our anniversary. I have news. I have—" "The High Oracle called me this afternoon," Silas interrupted, finally turning to look at me. His eyes were a flat, icy gray. No warmth. No regret. "The prophecy has been fulfilled. The True Mate has emerged. It’s Genevieve St. Cloud." My heart didn't just break; it shattered into a million jagged pieces. Genevieve. The Alpha daughter of the Midnight Sun pack. She was a warrior, a socialite, and Silas’s childhood crush. She was everything a Lycan King was supposed to have.

She opened her bag and pulled out a small bottle. A sharp smell filled the room. She poured a drop onto my wrist. The black mark slowly spread. It wasn't a stain. It was a symbol. A white raven. My heart sank. "I've been carrying their mark all this time." Kael's face hardened. "Can you remove it?" Miriam shook her head. "Not here." "Then what?" "It has to be washed away in spring water mixed with moonroot." "Where do we find that?" She hesitated.

"Uhm I am...sir I am". "Hey hey hey don't call me that, fuck we're not at work, please call me Sebastian", he said rubbing my arms gently. I swallowed hard. This is wrong, this is so wrong. "Sir you're... you're drunk". "Yes I am, so what? do you like my dick or not?", he asked. His eyes, his goddamn sexy drunk eyes. "Sir i-" "Asher don't pretend like you don't, I see you get hard the moment you look at me everytime", he whispered pulling closer.

I growl they were running. ME: send a car to the hospital that Marissa works at. I will come to you. ALIX: On it. Sirus, Thomas and Sandra all walk through the barrier as Sirus vomits. I chuckle. Portal hopping is never easy the first time you do it. I was sick for a few days the first time I did it, but I didn’t have my Lycan then. “Well, well, well. Look what the wolf dragged in.” I turn with a growl and come face to face with Damien.

“What exactly are we looking at?” “Remnants.” The Keeper swallowed. “Forbidden ritual remnants.” The chamber became even quieter. “Meaning?” Lucian demanded. “It feeds on pain.” Nobody liked that answer. Especially when Seraphine started laughing. The sound echoed through the room. “You all wanted the truth.” Her eyes moved across the chamber. Across the council. Across Ironfang. Across me. “Here it is.” The symbols brightened. The darkness surged again. Several wolves cried out. The air itself seemed wrong.

The Lycan King Demonicus 100 Years Ago Like the stars twinkling and circling the precious beauty of the untamed orb above him, a jewel in the dark, cloudless sky, the future of his people shone like a beacon. While bleakness was his. Uncertain. Like a rocking ship amid a storm. King Constantine Demonicus, Moon Goddess's creation, ruler of the Lycanthrope Realm, powerful, loyal and true. The perfect Lycan King was...

This was the only chance that they were going to receive to slam their cock inside the fuck hole of their Luna. So they used and abused this chance until their mouths were full of the taste of Maya’s skin and her cum, and their cocks were purple and drained of every drop of cum. On the other hand, Vishous was not having anything different. His cock was looking like a burning rod from cumming so much. His eyes had changed to his wolf's. Like an animal's lethal and starving eyes that were ready to devour its next prey. His claws were out. It looked like he was almost in pain from restraining himself from beasting out.

“My apologies, sir, but I am spoken for.” “Your mind might change after a night with me,” replied the incubus, reeking of lust. “Come now, surely you—” “Sir, please go. I am married.” “I understand, but surely a lady of your exceptional attributes deserves—” “Deserves what, exactly?” asked Salem, appearing behind the incubus. The incubus’s expression turned grave, and he spun around. “L-L-Lord Sotirios!” he stammered. “Forgive me, I didn’t—”