Sirius Remus Novels & Stories

I could still feel the heat on my skin, and knew if we had stayed, I would come back with a horrible sunburn. "I want to try this one." I replied, lifting the decanter with a crescent moon etched onto the bottom. The inky black liquid swirled in the bottle; shimmering silver made itself known with every slosh. "All of the other decanters have a star on the bottom. A small star, or an eight-pointed star. This one has a crescent moon." "Do any others have a moon on the bottom?" Camille asked, her eyes thoughtful.

He says in her ear, with his typical arrogant smirk on his face. And it's truly, not the threat itself that makes Astrid agree, but that sparkle of excitement in his eyes that makes her believe he wants her to say no. "Fine." She looks away, as her face gets red. "But I don't want to talk to him." "He's not allowed to address a member of my harem first, so if you don't initiate, he won't either." Sirius, The Lord of the South. One of the bastards that thinks it's okay to drag people out of their homes, murder their families and send them as "gifts" like they are some objects you can play with.

Their weapons were trained on us, their faces cold and unyielding. Sirius stood under the harsh light, his gaze drifting upward to the night sky. For a long, unnerving moment, he seemed lost in thought, his expression unreadable. Then, his eyes snapped back to me, and a wide, charismatic grin spread across his face. "It's been a while since I was here!" he exclaimed, his voice booming through the ruined room. "Feels too good to be home!"

I felt annoyed. "Please, don't fight, Linux and Allena," Old Remi suddenly scolded us then Linux then face Linux. "By the way, I am Remi, Linux. If you still remember, I am the child that Sabina saved and made me her disciple back then. She died the day Sirus imprisoned you with the sacred arrow and the sacred blue-fire cage that he stole from my teacher. She died defending your fang jewel from her brother. Sirus still managed to get your fang jewel from my teacher. But to prevent Sirus from using the power of the fang jewel, my teacher used her last power to purify the fang jewel. The black power of the fang disappeared and turns it into a white fang. So until now, Sirus has not been able t

Somewhere along the line, I became another ghost haunting her. She did not attempt suicide solely for Remus' sake. She also did it because of me. Unable to concentrate, I went back to my office and sat at my desk. I kept clicking my pen and stabbing it against the paper, pretending it was him—the bastard who thought he could touch what was mine. My peaches. My only goddamn softness. I didn’t have to wait long. My phone turned on. "Sir," Tyler responded. "We have Remus. I've got him in the basement. There are no scratches, as you requested."

He had never met a witch even once in his life… until now. “Sriwijaya Witch.” Rob spat forward in disgust. Within a few meters, the male witch stopped and cocked his head quietly. He exclaimed in a clear and emotionless voice, “You are allowed to turn around and discourage yourself from going wherever you are going now.” Rob took a step forward. “Since when did this street belong to you, traitor?” The witch smiled crookedly. “Since The Cursed and Wolvire gave me orders to stop you.” Saga and Justin gasped when they heard the word wolvire mentioned.

Let's go. Coming to the front hall, Carra found that besides lord Livingstone, Angela and Audrey were also there, as well as a tall, medium built man in purple clothes who was drinking wine. His glowing white eyes were sign of his Lycan heritage. Presumably this was Algernon, the only surviving son of the second son of the previous king. Carra glanced at him secretly. He was with handsome features and extraordinary bearing. After all, he was a Lycan and member of the royal family. Yet, there was something about him not appealing to her.

“I want you alive.” The Councilor’s eyes narrowed. “This is irregular.” “So am I,” Ronan said flatly. “I will answer for it.” Silence stretched. Finally, the Councilor inclined his head. “The Council will observe.” Ronan nodded once. It was done. The wolves began to disperse, whispers following them like smoke. Chains were removed entirely. Someone draped a cloak over my shoulders black, heavy, marked with a silver sigil that burned against my skin. Claimed.

She isn't handling this well. "This is Remi, he is my mate. He is a werewolf. His parents were friends with mom and dad when I was a baby and you were not born yet. They were killed, and that's why we grew up on the run from the people who killed them and the rest of our pack. We were destined to be together since we are mates, and I started working for him a couple weeks ago at his clinic. He is a doctor and that's how we found each other. I didn't know we were mates till today. Does that sum it up?" I turn to my smirking mate who nods approvingly and we all turn back to Anna.

Intro... Remus Everything was perfect but somehow I felt like something was missing, something that I didn't know. I am Remus Scofield, a multi-billionaire, I could get everything I want, every single thing in just one snap of my fingers, I run a lot of businesses in this city, I could do everything I want but I knew something was missing, yes, and I think it was my mate. I am a werewolf, from a royal pack, an Alpha that was trapped in the world of humans, I wasn't able to go back to my pack... not yet; definitely not now.