Sirius Remus Novels & Stories

And how could Seven betray me like this, after everything? Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps approaching, accompanied by a familiar scent. Panic gripped me. I crawled back to where I had hidden the dagger, clutching it tightly in my hand. "Sir, no one is allowed to enter. The Alpha’s orders," I heard the guard say. "I’m the Alpha’s son and the future Alpha of this pack. Are you really going to deny me entry?" His voice was cold and authoritative.

Lillieth made a tiny, choked sound. Her vision blurred. “…Yes,” she whispered. He exhaled. Slow. Ragged. Like that cost him something. Like that admission had dragged itself through him like barbed wire. “You belong to MoonRiver,” he ground out, low. “You belong to this pack. You. Do. Not. Break.” Her eyes flooded. Because she heard it. Under the order. Under the cold. Under the rage. The words he hadn’t said but she felt anyway, through the heat of the bond like a brand against skin:

It was almost as if he had been trying to communicate to him about something. “I suspect you have heard this name before? Do you know him?” I asked hoping that it was true. At my words Reemus looked shocked and taking a bite of his steak he said, “No, I was merely reminded of one of my friends with a similar name. It is a very common Lycan name so it is going to be difficult to find where he actually belongs.” I didn’t know Seff was such a common name…I for one, had heard it for the first time but if Beta Plyth says then it must be true.

In the grand, eerie mansion that served as the vampires' lair, Simon Howell, the imposing vampire leader, stood on the balcony overlooking the sprawling estate. His crimson eyes were a fierce, fiery red, reflecting his anger and unwavering determination. He had a list of targets in mind, and he intended to accomplish his mission at any cost. As Simon brooded, one of his trusted lieutenants, Lucas, approached him. Lucas hesitated for a moment before delivering his report, "Master Howell, we've observed the Thunder Claw Pack as you ordered. However, it appears that one of the werewolves spotted our presence."

All is silent around us--me, Seersha, the wolf--as the iron seals us off from the stench that has infested the cathedral. "What is your name?" I mindlink the wolf. I want to know what my brother's wolf is like. The wolf nuzzles Seersha's hand then turns to face me. Seersha finally lets go of the railing and she steps close to the wolf, one hand on his mane. She will not leave him. My brother has chosen his Beta/Luna well. "I am Hemming," he replies. "Hemming, the Ironwolf." He bares his teeth then and I see that--like mine-- they are coated with the iron. I look down at his paws. The claws glint with metal.

Right? He shook my hand and a deep voice came out of his mouth. He might be intimidating, but he also looked like a damn model. Were all werewolves extra beautiful? I felt like a fucking midget next to him. I really hoped April couldn’t read my mind. I called her Alpha fucking beautiful. “Hi Cyrus, I am Osiris. I wanted to make sure you won’t share what you see here today. We’re making an exception for you. For April’s sake.”

he asked him. "Yes" Matt thundered. "A healing wolf" he repeated. "Do you think he can live till you find and confirm one?" the Mage was obviously in doubt. "We already have one. She is confirmed. Sophie" he retorted. "Is that the same Sophie whose wolf was expunged?" the Mage chuckled. "You mean she couldn't heal without her wolf?" Alpha Jones intervened. "Of course the wolf is the healer" the Mage asserted. "And only the Moon Goddess can bring back a wolf to the wolfless" he explained.

And with a strong determination finding its way to him, he said, “I will.” The old witch put her cane down and smiled. She looked at the confused and shocked younger woman beside her. “Welcome to Kósmima, Selena.” As the woman blinked her eyes, the old witch disappeared in front of her. Appalled by this, she looks at the man, Hughes as if to ask what had happened – Hughes seeming to read her expression, he shrugged. “It happens, you’ll get used to it.” “Oh.”, the silver-haired woman’s mouth forming into an ‘O’. She gazes back again at the horizon, looking at the stunning view.

I delicately lifted my paw as if to shake Drew’s hand, ‘Oh my you are one well-trained boy’ He shook my pay enthusiastically and Jack hid a smile, ‘He’s awful big Sir, is he one of those dang hybrids my parents have been telling me about’ Drew was rubbing my ears as he spoke and Jack deliberately spoke loud enough for those around to hear, ‘Hybrid’s? Well I guess you could call him that. Sirius is a Wolf-Dog bred purely for Military purposes. He is stronger, faster and much more intelligent than any German Shepherd.’

It was raining right now, Remus's white shirt was slightly wet on his back when he arrived at the cafe. "You got wet, Remus? Why don't you take a car?" Asked Sirius, an employee, and barista at the cafe. Sirius is the cousin of Remus, while Remus is the next Alpha of the pack. They are studying outside of the pack right now and Remus is enjoying his life, before being trapped inside the pack, doing his duty as an alpha. "No ... It's fun to ride the train! Cheap, the crowd...human!" replied Remus approaching Sirius after changing his wet shirt with a Cafe uniform. Black shirt with a name tag that reads "Green Cafe - Waiter."