Sirius Remus Novels & Stories

"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?"

Her breath caught in her throat as her body transformed, reshaping with grace rather than agony. Kiara, who had shifted countless times, stood still—mesmerized. She had seen young wolves shift for the first time, many of them clumsy, trembling, fearful. But Serena… Serena was something else. Her form melted seamlessly into that of a wolf—majestic, tall, and radiant under the moonlight. Her coat shimmered with a soft silver hue, catching the moonlight like strands of silk, and her eyes—those impossibly deep eyes—glowed with power.

The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

His body didn’t move though. Dear God, he has canines. She could see the sharper teeth at close range. Like a dog’s or maybe a vampire’s. She guessed it had probably been some kind of canine breed. It could account for the terrifying growl that erupted from the back of his throat that eerily resembled a vicious dog. She hesitated, afraid he’d snap at her with those sharp teeth if she got too close. “Easy,” she urged again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

So he just marked me with scent and put me in his hut until he would find his nerve. Imagine being so big and powerful, but being too nervous to claim a mate. Most would just mark them without any consideration, but Remus was a rare and genuine wolf. He had heart and conscience, and much respect for me. I will never find another Remus. We remained here, in our own little world, for a week. Remus was fading quickly, and despite his threats through the link I did not leave him. It wasn't in me. As badly as I hated to see the others die, he was the one that devastated me. He became colder, and his pain increased. I gathered every herb or salve I could scavenge, and blanket too. I laid against h

I was not fine. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, grabbed the edge of the counter, and pulled myself upright. My reflection in Alpha Tomas's guest bathroom mirror looked like something that had been wrung out and hung to dry. Hair pulled back in a hasty knot, eyes too bright, jaw set the way it always set when I was holding something together that wanted very badly to fall apart. Sirus. The name had been running on a loop since Luna Elizabeth said the words. A tight, relentless circuit. Sirus is missing. We don't know how long. That's the problem.

My eyes were now a deep golden color. "You are... My wolf," I questioned. "Yes, I am Celeste, the moon goddess's first she-wolf." I could sense every voice from the distant forest, the people of the Pack, and even the scents surrounding me. But one scent stood out among all the others. I looked at Silas, who approached me with a look of happiness on his face. His scent carried a hint of mint and freshly cut grass. Silas gently caressed my cheeks, and I couldn't help but feel the firmness of his lips against mine. My wolf purred in my head with delight as each kiss sent waves of pleasure through my body. It was a newfound sense of pleasure that I could never have imagined existed until now.

She looked at him, confused "How is that even possible?" Sirius said nothing at first, using a stick to draw figures on the ground for a while then said "Did you know? I am a hundred and fifty four" "No you're...." "And Axel is a hundred and fifty three" He continued. Her eyes widened as she suddenly began to feel uncomfortable "I.. I thought you didn't know Axel" "We are cousins actually" Sirius said with a sigh "I believe he didn't tell you any of this. He hasn't been truly honest with you, has he?"

Being one of the originals, it was a big deal which is why she had more options than most were allowed. You’ll probably hear a lot about pure bloods through this tale. It basically means that we never mixed with mortals. Our blood is old, powerful and untainted. I really don’t get into how that’s possible. More Hail’s cup of tea as he’s the Caretaker. Boiled down this simply means Hail is my right hand, and a historian slash advisor. Roman’s my left, and Kai is kinda the legs I stand on.

Remus continued, “I am a son of the Callisto clan, and my family is far from insignificant. We have served the Lycan territory for generations. I have known Princess Gwen for five years. In that time, I have come to know her well. I know her strengths, her weaknesses, and even her children. Five years is more than enough time for a man to understand the woman he intends to take as his wife.” Several elders nodded in agreement. “I agree. Sir Remus may be the only wolf capable of putting an end to the princess’s reckless behavior.” “Indeed. His name carries respect throughout the territory.” “He comes from a loyal bloodline and has never brought shame upon his clan.” Their words made my blood