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The Wolf King: Ash and Crown

The Wolf King: Ash and Crown is a dark, mythic origin story set within the wider B.U.D.D.I.E.S. Universe, chronicling the brutal creation and rise of Fenrik Solvhar Emberfang—the being who will one day be known as the Wolf King. The story begins on Helios-77, a quarantined research world where Fenrik exists not as a legend, but as Test Subject 100876: an alpha black fire wolf pup imprisoned in a B.U.D.D.I.E.S. laboratory. Subjected to relentless experimentation with a super-soldier serum derived from arcane water and synthetic strength compounds, Fenrik is deemed a failure and discarded. When his body is thrown into an incinerator, the researchers believe the experiment has ended. Instead, it begins. The incinerator awakens Fenrik’s dormant curse—an ultra-rare condition known as flame rabies—triggering a violent metamorphosis. He survives the fire, grows into a towering wolf of living flame, and discovers a terrifying new ability: the power to assimilate the strength, traits, and essence of those he kills. His first human death completes his transformation, forcing him into an upright werewolf form and severing his last ties to innocence. As Helios-77 collapses into chaos, Fenrik becomes both predator and protector. His bite creates others like him, not mindless beasts but wolves bound by instinct, loyalty, and shared survival. From these beginnings, the First Pack is born. Together, they learn to hunt, to grieve, and to endure in a world of frozen wastelands, ruined cities, and impossible biomes left behind by abandoned science. Fenrik’s journey is not one of heroism, but of inevitability. He confronts apex predators that rival him in size and terror, loses packmates to the brutal laws of nature, and learns that power carries a cost measured in blood and memory. When he defeats an ancient ice-beast and creates Ulric Snowfang—the first non-wolf apex to join the pack—Fenrik establishes a fragile balance between fire and ice, dominance and restraint. Throughout the book, Fenrik slowly learns language, history, and the truth of what was done to him through recovered audio logs and shattered facilities. These revelations shape the foundations of Lupine doctrine: memory must be preserved, cruelty must be answered, and no pack is ever disposable. By the end of Ash and Crown, Fenrik is no longer merely a survivor of experimentation. He is a ruler forged by fire, loss, and choice—a king without a throne, crowned in ash, carrying the weight of his people and the promise of a future that will one day shake empires across the multiverse. This book serves as both a tragic origin and a warning: the Wolf King was not born a monster. He was made.
Jimmy_the_waffle · 27.9k Views

Star Chronicles:Embers of the Calamity

Let Power Be Your Truth. Your Light. And Your Chains. That was the first law granted to the Nyxvalis clan. For thirty-eight generations it held. Through fire and blood, through empire and ruin, through centuries of war waged in the name of a bloodline that had long since ceased to be merely human. It held — and in holding, built a monolith so absolute that the world stopped asking whether it could fall. Then came the 39th Flame. Seven hundred and thirty-one entered the Chambers of Night. Forty-seven crawled back out. Not an army. Not a dynasty. An ember — dim, diminished, and already encircled by enemies who had spent years sharpening their finest wolves in anticipation of its arrival. A heresy in numbers alone. A silent warning to those still bold enough to hear it: If a monolith can tremble — so too can it fall. As the world prepares to record the embers in its annals, so must its instruments play their parts. Those duty-bound to hold the monolith in place. Those eager to test the might of a millennium of power. And the forty-seven — carrying a smiling ember within. A dark gothic world of political deceit and ancient bloodlines. Empires built on inherited violence. Power forged in law and broken in shadow. And beneath it all — the slow, certain rot of institutions that have never once been held accountable. This is the world of The Star Chronicles. A story about survival without innocence. Legacy worn like chains. And the particular kind of power that doesn't free you — it simply decides how you burn. Embers of the Calamity Volume III
Greyfin · 33.4k Views

The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe

A prideful snake who bowed to no one—until he became a jealous husband. A snow tiger beast warrior feared and respected, reduced to an obedient husband. A wolf known as a Casanova, who never stayed—until he chose loyalty. And a merman Prince who left his waters in order to be on land with her. All of them changed after meeting one female... After sniffing in an impossible scent. Her name is Arinya. …And unfortunately for this world, that’s me, haha. *** I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, wanting to be my mate because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?
Author_fredah · 1m Views