real werewolf in teen wolf

AN: hey guys. Had a bit of an idea And wanted to see what people thought about it.

A disclaimer for all you snowflakes out there, this fic will contain people under the legal drinking limit partake in such activities. This also includes smokeable substances. No, I'm not gonna have someone do any Amphetamines. But teens smoke weed, they drink. That's what happens 🤷🏼

This fic will also contain lyrics from songs, i wnat to clarify that I own NONE of them. The credits fo to the writer, of which I will name before the song begins. This disclaimer goes out to the characters originally in the TW universe. I own only Justin ford and whatever I decide to name his pairing. If I even decide to go the oc female route. Lmk everyone ❤️

Furthermore, I need ideas on the face cam for the pairing. I already have my main character figured out. His face will not change.

Some ideas I have for the oc girl should I decide that's what I want to do:

Jenna Ortega

Kat Grahmn

Dove Cameron

Now onto the chapter, be warned. This isn't a long one. I'm writing this to see how it's received. If it flops then oh well, I have other fics im passionate about and will continue to write those with or without this fic.

Enjoy

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JUSTIN

Opening my eyes I'm shocked beyond words.

Out in front of me looks like all of creation, to my sides, the landscape is filled with beautiful auroras shining in a mix of greens, blues, and purples, occasionally letting pink slide in.

My mortal mind couldnt handle seeing so many great things.

I'm broken from the almost crushing realization I'm dead, for nobody could see such beauty if they're not, by a deep reverberating voice coming from all around me. Like a cosmic intercom.

"Yes child, you have passed."

I spoke out immediately after the confirmation, "I don't understand. Why can't I remember anything about my death?"

The voice this time sounds soothing. Like a father comforting his son, "forgive me, young one. But such things are kept from you to prevent your mind/soul from breaking. Any death, no matter how peaceful, is traumatic to the mind. Trust me. Enough people have remembered their death only to never Be the same."

I nodded. Hell, it's not like I could do anything about it anyway. Seemingly reading my mind, the voice speaks again. "As to why you're here, you are being offered the same chance everyone with decent moralities is offered upon passing. I will give you 3 wishes. Choose wisely, for any that I feel are overbearing will cause you to be silenced."

The comforting voice id grown accustomed to became as sharp as a Damascus steel blade when he said the last sentence. I chuckle, wondering who could've made an eternal being so angry as to have him give a disclaimer at the beginning.

But I respond to him, "may I have a moment to think?"

I get a positive response, "yes. I wil also Inform you of the reality in which you're being sent. You will go to the teen wolf universe."

My mind screeched to a halt. I'd expected to go somewhere a bit more….. crazy? Like halo or James Cameron's avatar or starwars. The wishes id began to think about were now null and void.

Because if What he said at the beginning of my wishes was true, anything that would upset the balance of the reality in too big away would not end well for me. So, I began to ponder deeply about what I wanted, what I could do. I come up with one fairly easily.

1. I want to be a full werewolf. I want to be able to turn at will Like the Lycans in underworld, but with the vanhelsing look.

"Granted"

I sigh in relief. Okay, two more to go.

I began thinking about the creatures in that universe, the abilities they had, and the enemies I would eventually have to face.

One thing I definitely didn't want to do is deal with Jackson whitmore. I always disliked his character, even after he became a 'good' guy and turned werewolf. This is the same feelings I have for Gerard and his bitch daughter Kate.

Those two will be the first blood I spill, but I'm getting off track, wishes wishes wishes, I think to myself and find I'm coming up blank. Then it hits me.

2.Make me part ghost rider like the werelion nazi.

"Granted"

Again, I sigh in relief. I needed to ask a question though before I gave up the last wish. For if I was dissatisfied with the response I'd use the wish in a different way.

"Excuse me, can you tell me if I'll be reincarnated or transmigrated?" Such a thing was incredibly important to know. I didn't want to go through shitting my diapers and sucking on my moms breast's. I also didn't want to deal pimply puberty at 12-15 as that was the worst time of my life. Everyone's so awkward because their in a transition stage between being a child and an adult. No. Such a thing will be avoided if I can handle it.

(An, transmigration is being put directly into a certain point in time. Think of it as going into another version of yourself in a different reality, reincarnation is being born again and having to live through all that bs I mentioned up above. I know this isn't technically the definition of the two, but idc. It's my fic and we'll do what I want)

The voice answered my question, "no, you will be transmigrated into your body." I breathe a huge sigh of relief and decide to use my last wish as a bit of an opportunity to have some slice of life while I'm here.

3. Make me able to sing in imitation of anyone I wish. Whether that be postmalone or Justin Timberlake.

(An, I'm big into music. I love to sing around my house even if it sounds like nails on a chalkboard. If you have an issue with something as simple as a wish, kick rocks 🤷)

"Granted, take care my child. May your life be filled with love and happiness."

I didn't even get to respond before I'm thrown master chief style into the abyss below creation.

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AN, that's all for now. Sorry if it disappoints you. But I don't want to spend my night writing something that isnt going to gain any traction. Please, comment down below your thoughts. As long as you remain respectful of me I will be respectful of you.