Young Remus Lupin Novels & Stories

And that someone was like a warm moonlight in my gloomy life. "Amethyst!" I thought I was hallucinating. His voice calling out to me was like a trance. Suddenly, the screams and footfalls became silent. His refined black wolf, materializing among the woods, emerald eyes boring into mine and as his paws hit the ground, I heard earth's soft murmur, a minute and delicate tremble that only I could hear. I watched the scenes unfold, and before he could reach me, I awakened from my blank stupor and kicked one man in his groin. Several werewolves popped behind rows of thick bushes covered by white snow. Everything was a blurry mess. I spun backward when Knight took down the guards off me.

"This is right." We went in. "This is Lady Remi," she announced to the room. "She's going to help. Don't be weird about it." Some of the young wolves looked up. Then looked again. Then started sitting straighter which was slightly funny given how sick they were. I found a basin. Towels. Clean water. Started at the nearest bed. The wolf there was maybe seventeen. Big — the kind of big that came from pack training starting young. Currently looking significantly less intimidating than that build suggested because he was pale and sweating and had clearly been miserable since dawn.

She is mine, and until I reject her, it will always be this way. [Buy her a gift,] Lupus grumbles frustratedly. He knows nothing about women. I'm not saying I do, but at least I know humans. He really knows nothing about emotion. He woke up too early, and has seen too much darkness of human to love. Normal werewolves get their wolf around thirteen when puberty hits, yet Lupus woke up when I was five. My mother put silver in my porridge, and I was put in a coma for three days. I think my near-death experience woke up Lupus early, or maybe it's just his instinct hatred toward silver.

Their voices overlapped, a chorus of disbelief and joy. Some succeeded immediately, their limbs shifting with ease and grace. Others struggled, laughter and frustration mingling as they pushed the limits of their control. Gabriel watched them, a deep pride swelling within him. They were free, truly free, and the sight of it was almost too much to hold. Remus, his hair a silver banner in the morning breeze, shifted with surprising ease. His fur shimmered, the light catching on the strands and turning them to silver-gold. He grinned, a wild and youthful expression that belied his years. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he called, his voice cutting through the din with the clarity of shared triumph.

Harvey growled, the dominance of his voice silenced all the wolves including the Brown Alphas, “Shut the f*ck up! The woman who enters the Blue Castle gates belongs to me. Tell every wolf in the city, Aikiz della Luna is the protégée of Harvey Blue, the son of old Lycans.” The Brown Pack didn’t like the answer. A mad brown wolf attacked foolishly. He was Alpha Gin, the cousin of Ruth. Harvey shifted into a huge blue wolf and tore the attacker apart as if he was paper. Aikiz, who was watching from the hallway window, let out a scream of horror at the sight of the massacre. She lost another childhood friend on the same dark night!

Remus takes her ankle with his snout and drags her to position her under some branches to shield her from the view of her assailant and anyone who could harm her. Once there, he begins to circle her again, analyzing and sniffing every part of her body, especially both bullet wounds. Remus whines, anguished. His soft howls of pain pierce Ragnar's temples. Every now and then he licks her wounds and howls again. A faint heartbeat in her belly makes him restless. She is expecting a pup and judging by the blood dripping from her thighs, that little one won't survive.

The space soon began to fill with people, all dressed in their most expensive outfits. The last to enter were our allies, the Blue Moon pack, coming from the west. His alpha entered with his daughter, Delancy Wilhelm. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had long, beautiful blonde hair, tanned skin, and bright hazel eyes. His entire being exuded perfection. After them came the gamma of our pack, Remus Boman, who was in his late twenties. He was holding hands with his partner, Aspen. Remus had dark hair, with a few strands of gray here and there. He had brown eyes and was one of the shortest men in our village.

He would live another day. After speaking to his family, I went to the locker room to collect my things. I though of Simon as I collected my things. He had been attacked by a pack of wolves before he was rescued by his other hunting friends. Wolves… It reminded me of another time, in another place. I left the pack six years ago after I found out I was pregnant. I had a college degree and the crone had given me some money. My lupine abilities were significantly lacking but I was more brains than braun. I got a full-scholarship and the rest was history.

I had to admit he definitely had potential, regardless of his young age. His enthusiasm made up for what he lacked in skill, and he was a fast study if the previous couple of weeks was anything to judge by. I maintained a watchful eye on the rest of the wolves under my command, but Remus appeared to be the best choice for the role, after Theo that was. I could see him patiently waiting for me as I rounded the last curve. He was still sitting at the bottom of the stairs that led up to the porch as I strode up a minute later.

He almost feels pity for his little dove, when she will come to know the boy she is saving her virginity for and rejecting his love for is everyday fuc* ing a she wolf of low ranks. But again, it was important. She has to forget him, and only remember one name. And that's his. Thaneos, her King. " The redmoon pack again launch an attack Sir" "Our Eastern borders. 1590 wolves. Time of attack. 19:00 hours. Today." Than just sighs. Not at all concerned. Calling onto one of his men. " Take care of it. Get the wolves ready." " Yes Sir" Getting up Than was going to leave for a run. Eager to let his wolf out freely. When the speaker stops him.