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The Damned Dont Cry Wolf

The Only She Wolf

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.
lucy_mumbua · 1.9K Views

Damn The Author

"You let them surround us?!" she hissed, drawing her blade. "We’re trapped!" I raised a hand. "Trapped? No. We’re exactly where I want them." —CLICK. The runes beneath their feet lit up in a perfect circle. "...Wait. Was this a setup?" "Of course," I said. "It’s easier to catch flies when they walk into the web themselves." ... My name is Loki. Not the god of mischief, but close enough. In my last life, I was a street rat with a bad attitude and a worse haircut. My hobbies included tricking rich kids, stealing cheap paperbacks, and reading one fantasy novel over and over until the pages tore. And then I woke up inside it. Not as the protagonist. Not as the villain. Just a nobody. A background character with zero stats, no plot relevance, and a world that forgot I existed. Worse? I remembered everything. The betrayals. The corrupted kingdoms. The apocalypse disguised as prophecy. The chains. The flame. The end of the world. Oh—and the author? Let’s just say they made a lot of… questionable decisions. So I decided to make a few of my own. Steal the legendary cards. Manipulate heroes. Kill villains before the plot needs them. Lie, cheat, and break the system itself if I have to. Because if fate made me a nobody— Then I’ll become the bug that crashes the whole story. This world doesn’t know it yet, but I’m done playing by its script. I’m not the reader anymore. I’m the rewrite. Checkmate. ... discord: https://discord.gg/59UqUTSZbt
SHiRa · 43K Views
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