Young Remus Lupin Novels & Stories

Lily and Leana have been best friends their entire life, so it makes sense that the two of them would go together. “Well, Alpha, your pups are all very close in age, except for Reagan, of course,” I say. Werewolf gestations are shorter than human gestations and Alpha Liam and his mate, Luna Angel, had pups every six months for two years. Then they waited a year and ended up with twin girls. I’ve heard the pregnancy wasn’t easy for Luna Angel and Alpha Liam insisted that they not have any more pups, as if six pups weren’t enough. However, Reagan was born three years later. She is, by far, the youngest of this generation of Guardians. Even at twelve, it’s obvious that she takes after her fathe

“It can’t be “ Viggo whispered and with trembling steps Tristan went to the direction from where the sound came, while everyone was watching him. Me moved away from the bushes , he leaned slightly, lifting something small from the ground and then squeezed it to his chest. “What is he doing?” a warrior asked, but when Tristan turned around their hearts stopped because Tristan was holding a pup in his arms. A little pup looking a lot like Zoey, tiny and fragile, with white skin and brown dark hair, just like Zoey’s hair. He was for sure premature, but at five months a werewolf pup can survive without too much difficulty.

Attacking him, maybe? Remus went to his little friend's pack. In this pack...Luis, he rules like a normal alpha. He already has a mate, which is very rare for a werewolf nowadays...and a happy life. Remus called him earlier when his car crossed the border of his pack. All very quickly…and he agreed to whatever Remus asked. Including marrying Remus to a human who works as a waitress at the Packhouse. He even promised to find an Elder for the ceremony.

Abby burst into the kitchen bawling and approached Rune. "Is it all true?" She asked curiously as she sobbed. Rune nodded his head and smiled. "Yes mother or Abby Lane, I could say as proof," he grins and Abby ran forward and cursed at her son, giving him a big hug. I leaned back as she hugged him sobbing. I thought this was nuts. "I knew something was odd with Remus. His wolf is now actually a hybrid and mix of both wolves. I'm still calling him Remus…his request," my wolf growls in my mind. When Abby stepped back she glanced at me.

Deadly calm, I said, "Thank you, Dante. Who knew you'd go out of your way to bring us more?" His chest puffed up. "I wasn't expecting a positive reply. Naturally, I had to deliver these in person." He grinned wider. "I'll announce our intent to cooperate with you guys." Oh, Dante. You arrogant, oblivious little bitch. You're a thousand years too early to compete with me on my level. *** By lunchtime, I was already annoyed. Remus had been fussing nonstop—apparently werewolf pups grow teeth at three weeks old, and my son was following the schedule to the letter. He was also already the size of a human three-month-old, which made holding him for long stretches feel like doing reps at the gym.

Lupin, the most respected master in the court asked, confused. “Believe it or not, by the northern werewolves,” Eros said, trying to restrain his despair, “Remus led them in.” “That can’t be!” several men objected, “Prince Remus would never work with the wolves and bring them into the city!” “We all should’ve known better and prepared for this… but—” Eros said before he was cut off by Lupin, “We should wait for Remus to return to the palace and ask him in person, instead of accusing him without proof.”

Her eyes were now on Jayden’s. “Remus and his brother were nursed by the wolf, but then Remus was killed by his brother before he ever saw his son by the wolf, the first time the wolf and human mixed blood. Lupus grew and married a human too, and his son after him married a human too, but by the fourth generation, we had become less of the original werewolves. We had become smaller in size, and our once thick fur became thinner. The only thing is... We were superior to real wolves.” Jayden was not so sure he had heard this version of the story before, so he listened, his rage slowly cooling off.

Days passed by, Nicholas Jones continued doing his humanitarian mission along with his packs, day and night. For the past few days of helping those humans in need, he accumulated a total of one more year of his lifeline. That means his wolf could have lived one more year. One more year to continue searching for his little brother.

With each step, Jasmine's curiosity bubbled to the surface, and she began to ask me questions about the rumors surrounding my existence as a werewolf and the Alpha of the White Moon Pack. I took a deep breath, realizing that the time had come for honesty and vulnerability. "Jasmine," I began, my voice soft yet resolute. "The rumors are true. I am a werewolf, and I am the Alpha of the White Moon Pack." Her eyes widened with a mix of astonishment and curiosity, encouraging me to continue. "Jason is my Beta, Newgate my Gamma, and Charles my Omega," I revealed, the weight of the truth hanging in the air between us. "We are a pack driven by loyalty, protection, and the preservation of the delicat

Tephanie's wolf looks like the breed from a powerful family. Charlie tried to put his thoughts together as he watched her return to her normal self. "Who are your parents?" He asked. Tephanie scratched the back of her head, "none of my family members are wolves. I discovered this when I was ten and I have been hiding myself from them since then." Ester shook her head, "you aren't an ordinary wolf, Tephanie. It's not possible that none of your family member is a wolf. Werewolves don't get adopted out of the blue."