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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.
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Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts’ Contracts

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable. Her therapist called her alexithymic. Unable to understand or describe her own emotions. The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access. “You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—” “I’m not here about the meeting.” … “Ugh.” Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal. Then Elara woke up. Not in her office. Not in a hospital. In a different world. In a different body. She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies. How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead? … … “Your Highness, please… ugh…” The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain. “Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips. “Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.” On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists. “Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.” Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared. Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.
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