wolfpack fanfiction

It's hard to be a grimm, Alexander knows this firsthand... In fact, the most simple and easy story with a bunch of jokes and without a drop of meaning. There are also many references to a variety of topics. To all haters of Communism, Russians and the like, please do not read this fanfiction. There are too many jokes on these topics, even the main goal of the hero is connected with communism. The fanfiction is purely for entertainment, please don't overreact to it.

Blake Grey thought moving to Beacon Hills with his mom would be a fresh start, a chance to leave behind the painful memories of his old life. But when he crosses paths with Scott McCall and his mysterious pack of friends, Blake quickly realizes that the town harbors dangerous secrets—secrets he’s all too familiar with. Blake isn’t just the new kid. He’s a True Alpha, made by the bite of someone he once loved and trusted. Now, he’s trying to live a normal life while hiding his supernatural identity. But as strange occurrences escalate in Beacon Hills—attacks by wild animals, unexplained deaths, and a new Alpha pack on the rise—Blake is drawn into a battle he didn’t ask for. With old wounds from his past threatening to resurface, Blake must decide if he’s ready to join Scott’s pack and stand against the rising tide of chaos. As his strength grows and his connection to the supernatural world deepens, Blake discovers that sometimes the greatest threat isn’t the monsters you face, but the person you’re becoming.

Thrown into a brutal world where monsters hunts humans, and humans hunts all supernatural, a young boy fights just to stay alive. Yet buried within his blood is a power older than the supernatural races themselves—the power to command them. This is my second book but english is not my native language, i used AI grammar correcting tool to minimize the error. I hope you understand it Warning: there will be gore scene, +18 scene, and the MC will have 2 intimate partner. if you dont like any of these scene. you can pass all you want.

A teen wolf ff about a creature who is thousands of years old, comes to the town of Beacon Hills, looking for a place to settle down.

I like science and magic is just that

It is said that beating the wing of a butterfly in one place can unleash a storm in another place... What would happen if Eddard Stark's bastard son is trained by one of Nirm's greatest Heroes?... Well, surely a lot of chaos, headaches for many individuals, but for sure it will be the beginning of a legend

This is a fanfic. It tells the story of Sean McCall's mysterious experiences with his brother and friends in the Teen Wolf universe. Enjoy the read, no need for further explanation

[ROOT PULSE] Tap the Root — surge channeled without consent. You wake as Rhys, new to Beacon Hills, chosen by the dead stump beneath the town the day six deer turn in the road and refuse to look away. Rule one: every nearby nightmare is fuel. A mauling's shriek becomes heat behind your sternum, and the Beacon Root grows you fastest mid-crisis, Sprout climbing toward Root while it still screams. Rule two: each Tap brightens your Signature for three days and drags every apex predator in the county toward whoever stands beside you. Stack them, and the lure compounds. The pack reads you as one more scared human, never a wolf. None clock the warden mapping every hunter by its heat-shimmer. Rule three, the one it never printed: the beacon feeds you before you ask, steering its own crises. It grows a warden strong enough to refuse it, so it can break you the day you finally do.

Creatures of the night. Monsters that dwell in shadows. For all the beasts that walk the land nothing is more feral or ferocious than the werewolf. Jaune Arc, a boy whose dream is to become a Hero of Legend like his forefathers, has been transformed into a wolf wearing human skin. The question that must be asked is... can he still be the hero he hoped to become? *ART IS NOT MINE*

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!