Uncle Remus Books Novels & Stories

Ana (teasing): “That’s why I’m single. No one’s offered me cabbage and cherry blossoms yet.” Remy (stealing filling): “I’ll wrap you one. Extra sour cream and wasabi.” Seras (sketching runes): “Documenting: ‘Coyote learns multicultural vampire cuisine.’” Uncle Radu (ruffling Remy’s hair): “Coyote, wolf, strigoi—same stomach. Eat.” 2:25 a.m. – Manor Kitchen Copper pots, herb bundles, salt-crusted bread. Ana rolled cabbage like a pro. Uncle Radu stirred mămăligă.

“These two, way different,” “What does that mean, sheriff?” A forensic asked. “Am I teaching you your job now? My uncle returned with a little bit of pride in his voice. The silence between them stretched for a minute before it was broken. “Wild animals,” my uncle said, taking off the gloves and tossing them into the trash. He led us a meter away from the remaining bodies. “You’ve just bought yourself some hybrid friends,” “Hybrid? Is that even possible?” Jasmine chirped in.

I gave him a smile on which he scoffed at. "It is overwhelming, alright, but I still like it. This is refreshing.” I carelessly toss my hair back, the vicious curls now escaping the intricate design my aunt have plaited. I glanced around, “Did you just say that these books is about our very existence? Does it contain a guide about my mission and how I will survive here on earth?” I started to walk around, not bothered by his glare as I make my way back to his living room, the soft pad of his feet against the carpet somehow comforted me instead of making me feel threatened. “This is like being back at Eros again. My grandma’s library is just like this, except for the paddle you put on top of

He was tired of it all, and he just wanted to go back to New York, continue his normal life and forget all about this, but now that was impossible. Would he even be able to make it to New York alive? “Son…” He heard Fenris call out again, his hands on his shoulders as the old man had seemingly walked up to him unknowingly, his thoughts lost. “Yes Uncle, explain.” That Fenris did, and ears perked up Adolph listened as his uncle went on and on about how Lucien Remus was a very powerful hybrid, if not the most powerful to ever exist in Alaska. He lived in a castle, somewhere far off Keanu Clan, but presumably within or bordering the outskirts of Alaska. His bloodline, the Remus family had been

"Yes, no problem. At least you have helped uncle change the bandage and give medicine to uncle's wound. Uncle was very helpful. Some of the wounds that this uncle experienced were not ordinary wounds. Someone attacked my uncle with magic, this inner knowledge resulted in wounds that couldn't be treated with ordinary medicine. " I was surprised to hear the explanation of the first uncle that made me stop eating, "Uncle, then how do you treat your wound? That's very dangerous !. " "Yes, you are right, Miss An. But I can handle this, Miss An. Will you help me? " "What can I do for first uncle?" "I want to see the moon tonight!" “That… but is that alright? I'm afraid that the bad guy will come a

CHAPTER 12: I WANT YOU BACK VENUS: I was curled into the corner of the Alpha's vast library, flipping through the pages of a book about werewolves. I wanted to locate a part that has something about the thunder and it's effect on werewolves. But I haven't come across anything like that. I was beginning to feel a bit of frustration when a deep throaty cough that didn't belong interrupted me. I turned around and gasped in shock. "Uncle Raymond?" I gasped. “What are you doing here?”

“I said no such thing, Uncle.” “You’re so smart Roman, tell me! Explain what are those things?” The uncle resisted. “I don’t think this is the right time to explain, Barty.” Said Roman gently. “What kind of explanation needs the right time?” Asked the uncle, his anger almost burst now. “My explanation.” Roman’s answer was still gentle and calm. Lucas held his laugh, imagining the uncle pulled in his anger. That was smart answer. The uncle couldn’t retort right away, losing his words.

“Yes. Now tell me, just briefly, what all you’ve read.” “I have a cousin who is a professor of archaeology, another that is a professor of American literature and an aunt who teaches classic literature. There’s also an aunt who teaches ASL, an uncle who gives me an allowance on how many pages I read and another who is the dean over library sciences.” “Well, damn. What have you not read?” “Honestly, not much. Uncle Nate always recommends banned books. I get ten cents per page from my Uncle Owen, so I love the really thick books. And Cheryl pushes the history books.”

Victory arrives precisely when it’s meant to, Uncle. “I possess everything he cherishes,” I asserted. “That’s precisely the issue,” Uncle John set down his cup, fixing his gaze on me. “He knows your hand, but you know nothing about his,” he pointed out, and I looked at him intently. “Isn’t it peculiar? Remus is a brilliant man, yet he allows you to hold the upper hand,” Uncle John queried. Suddenly, I fell silent. “He’s plotting something behind your back,” Uncle Edward added, his eyes locked on me.

I can tell Uncle Leo we aren't ready yet. 'I'm sure. I don't think it will help us, but it won't hurt either.' She said. I picked up the book. It was an old, deep brown, leatherbound book with the title in gold leaf. 'Tales of Olde'. It was heavier than I expected. Uncle Leo hadn't told me the title of the story so I skimmed the contents page. None of the titles mentioned an unnamed wolf. I sighed.