Novel & Cerita Sirius Remus

We have a room made of cotton candy. Frankly, nobody cared what was created in Larefirus. Larefirus was beauty, art, science, discovery, love, peace, novelty, and truth. It was infinite, accessible, and alive. (I believe you now understand the beginning, and now I can tell you the story of Rademos as it were, a unique creation, the first of his kind as well, the one that merged all of Savior’s design into one being and which was why the Lycans believed that he would bring about the end of time).

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.

She would not give them anything. And then she saw him. Remus was standing on the other side of the corridor, head above the pack behind him, shoulders straining the black material of his fitted shirt. He was the very image of Alpha: strength, fury, and a heart-stoppingly cruel, brutally beautiful face that even now, after everything, sent a perilous spurt of heat straight to her core. His stormy blue eyes raked over the sea of delegates and fastened on her. The buzz of the background receded into the abyss of his anger.

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.

he replied grimly. I turned slowly. “So it’s true.” His jaw tightened. “Yes.” Something cold settled in my chest. “Who?” “Some elders. Some warriors.” His eyes darkened. “Elara.” Of course. “She believes the prophecy refers to you.” My heart stuttered. “What prophecy?” Ronan studied my face for a long moment, as if weighing how much damage the truth would do. Then he said quietly, “The Moon Goddess spoke of an Omega born under suppression. A wolf hidden among humans. One whose awakening would either unite the packs… or destroy the hierarchy entirely.”

Delta is howling in my mind but despite the euphoria, I notice something that he doesn’t seem to. “I’m Remington, but everyone calls me Remi.” “Doctor Remi,” she says with a nod. “Yes, yeah thats me.” Our hands are still together in front of us and our gazes lock again, this time I’m sure I am right. She doesn’t feel the mate bond. And my nose was right, she doesn’t smell like a wolf. -She is a wolf, I can feel hers. But she isn’t awake- Delta tells me frustrated. -She is at least 23, she would have a wolf by now if she was going to- I counter.

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.

'' Brett said. Remus looked at him with a death stare. If he were to be any other person, Brett would have been dead a long time ago and he knew it but the thing was that he wasn't any other person. He was the Vetus pack Beta and Grand Commander of the Vetus pack Army. ''Don't tell me that! Don't just tell me to calm down!'' Remus barked. His wolf was itching to take over to destroy and set confusion within the mansion but Remus knew that he couldn't allow that. It would only cause more harm and that was something he didn't want happening.

And it was here that she had confessed her plan last fall. Like Celeste’s other siblings, Sirius had reddish brown hair and green eyes. He stood a little over six and a half feet with about four inches between them. They both had athletic builds and tanned skin. Sirius wore running shoes, black basketball shorts and a gray tank top. His neck had his mate’s mark, and the Silver Lake Pack Crest was tattooed on his left upper arm.