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The Wolf and the Wall

In the shadowed heart of 19th-century Europe, **Frederick Thomas** hunts monsters for the Vatican, seeking redemption for sins he cannot remember. His latest prey—the bestial Mr. Hyde—falls from Notre Dame’s heights, but victory brings no peace. Summoned to Rome, Cardinal Jinette reveals Frederick’s true purpose: destroy **Edward Nicolas**, the ancient vampire lord haunting Transylvania, and protect the last of the **Valerious bloodline**. Centuries ago, their ancestor swore his descendants would not enter Heaven until Nicolas perished. Only two remain: the fierce warrior **Elizabeth Richard** and her brother **William**, whose family castle stands as humanity’s final bastion. A torn painting fragment binds Frederick to this quest, its dragon crest mirroring the ring he bears—a clue to his forgotten past. Joined by the inventive friar **Brother Matthias**, Frederick journeys into the Carpathian darkness. They arrive in a village gripped by terror. Elizabeth greets them with blades and suspicion, but her defiance shatters when Nicolas’s three brides—**Seraphina, Lilith, and Morgana**—descend in a storm of fangs and leathery wings. Frederick saves Elizabeth, killing Lilith with a holy bolt at dawn, yet the villagers brand him a bringer of doom. Seeking refuge in her crumbling castle, Elizabeth mourns William’s disappearance during a werewolf hunt. When she attempts a suicidal raid on **Castle Nicolas**, Frederick sedates her—only to witness a werewolf clawing at her window. As clouds obscure the moon, the beast reverts to William, who gasps, *“Nicolas… has a cure…”* before transforming again. Elizabeth begs Frederick to save her brother instead of killing him. Their pursuit leads to Castle Nicolas, a fortress veined with lightning. Inside, a nightmare unfolds: thousands of vampiric cocoons pulse in a cathedral of decay, while William—chained and half-transformed—feeds Nicolas’s experiment. The vampire lord himself appears, immune to holy water and silver, and greets Frederick like an old enemy: *“Centuries, and you still plague me.”* Nicolas harnesses William’s lycanthropic energy to animate his brood, but the winged abominations crumble to ash. Enraged, he commands William to kill the intruders. Frederick and Elizabeth flee across a chasm as William howls in pursuit. Sheltering in a windmill, they discover **The Creation**—Frankenstein’s gentle giant—who reveals Nicolas needs *his* life-force to stabilize the brood. When William tracks them, a frenzied carriage chase erupts. Frederick destroys Morgana with blessed explosives, but William attacks. Forced to shoot the werewolf, Frederick watches Elizabeth cradle her dying brother—only for William to bite his arm, transferring the lycan curse. As grief consumes them, Seraphina kidnaps Elizabeth. In Budapest, Nicolas offers a trade: Elizabeth for The Creation. Frederick infiltrates a masquerade ball of vampires, rescuing Elizabeth mid-bite. They escape using Matthias’s sunlight grenades, but Nicolas’s servant Igor captures The Creation. At her castle, Matthias deciphers the painting: Nicolas is the **son of Valerious the Elder**, who betrayed his vow to kill him after Nicolas sold his soul for immortality. Frederick’s dragon ring opens a portal to Nicolas’s true lair—a frozen fortress where The Creation is entombed in ice. The giant delivers a devastating truth: **only a werewolf can kill Nicolas**, and he possesses the cure for lycanthropy. As midnight nears, Frederick’s transformation begins.
Emad_Sadiq · 968 Views

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 · 1.8K Views

She-Wolf is too Scheming

She was a naive and kind little girl with a Special Ability, but what awaited her was not happiness, but misfortune. She feigned cleverness and cuteness, secretly plotting, and overturned her tragic fate with her own hands, because she was determined to write her own destiny. Reborn into a new life, she found herself growing up among wolves. The past was like a fleeting cloud; now she was cunning, kind, capricious, ruthless, and indifferent... a "beloved" wolf girl, enduring endless favor. In the dense, untraceable jungle, riding wolves was the envy of others. Yet, the girl was anxious and worried. Was this a death wish? To what era had she been transported? In the mountains without sun or moon, she had already spent six years yet still hadn't figured out in which era she had been reborn. Finally, hope arrived. The girl watched, her eyes shining, as the half-dead boy lay on the ground. To be precise, she was staring at his attire, which finally gave her a clue about the era she was living in. Calculating her own little plans, the girl excitedly rescued the boy, becoming his lifesaver and waiting for him to rescue her from her miserable life, the days of wearing animal skins and tree leaves were hard to endure. However, seeing an airplane thundering away overhead, she could no longer remain calm. Her small white teeth almost shattered. This was definitely the rhythm of courting death. Unbeknownst to her, though she thought she left no trace, she had already made a deep impression in his heart. Although they had never spoken a word to each other, they had taken root in each other's hearts in a special way. That year, she was six, and he was nine. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He was wicked, unrestrained, and his deep eyes were like bottomless darkness. His entire being emitted a strange chill, and the cold, merciless word “kill” from his good-looking lips decided the fate of hundreds. She stood by, thinking, this is truly ruthless. His eyes shone like bright stars, and his clear gaze was somewhat dull. Blushes quietly crept onto his beautiful and bewitching face as he murmured like a mosquito, "Thank you," leaving the girl who served him food instantly speechless. They say women change faces faster than flipping a book, so why was it the reverse for her? She didn't know that his uniqueness was only ever shown to her. That year she was sixteen, and he was nineteen. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Some feared her, some shunned her, some adored her, some envied her, some were jealous of her... Only he understood that what she needed most was his love. Let's see how this generation's wolf girl, with her mysterious and unpredictable Skills, wanders the world, stirring up storms wherever she goes with her extraordinary presence. This text features a one-on-one relationship, a brand new Special Ability cool story. Both protagonists are pure of body and mind.
Homebody Bear · 203.1K Views
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