In the quiet expanse of the Beacon Hills Reserve, a group of deputies (not sheriff stilinski) moved carefully through the forest, their flashlights cutting through the darkness in thin beams of white. Leaves crunched beneath their boots as they kept their eyes scanning for anything unusual.
"They said a jogger found a body out here?" one of the deputies asked, his voice low but edged with curiosity.
The other deputy, walking just ahead of him, didn't turn around as he replied. "Half a body," he said grimly.
Suddenly, a deep growl came from the woods. It was low and guttural, too close for comfort.
Before either of the deputies could say anything else, something lunged from the darkness. The second deputy was yanked into the trees with a scream that echoed through the forest. One second he was there, the next he was gone.
The first deputy froze in place. His breath caught in his throat, and his body locked up as if his brain couldn't process what had just happened. He stood motionless, like a deer caught in headlights, too stunned to run or even call for help.
Then, just at the edge of his flashlight's beam, he saw movement. Something fast darted across the light, too quick to make out clearly. He didn't get a good look, but whatever it was, it wasn't human.
He opened his mouth to scream, and the sound tore out of him.
"Ahhhhhhh!!"
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In a small, modern apartment, the air still carried the sharp scent of new paint and carpet glue. Boxes were scattered around the living room, most of them half unpacked. A teenager stood quietly in the middle of the room, staring at a glowing screen floating in front of his face. His name was Asher Cain, and he was no ordinary teen. He had transmigrated into this world only minutes ago.
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It had taken him a moment to gather his thoughts, but he finally had everything sorted in his mind. The body he now inhabited once belonged to another Asher Cain, the son of a former military general. Apparently, the original Asher didn't want anything to do with the military life, and in response, his father had sent him away to a quiet town called Beacon Hills. He had been transferred to the local high school, and sophomore year was set to begin the next morning. His father paid for the apartment he was now standing in, though the responsibility of buying food was left to Asher himself.
According to the memories now sitting in Asher's head, the previous version of himself had been unpacking earlier that day. He had stepped outside for some fresh air, but the moment he returned, everything went wrong. As soon as he walked through the door, he slipped on a rug, hit his head, and died instantly. Asher couldn't believe that was how the other guy had gone out. It was such a dumb way to die that he couldn't help but shake his head. He got reincarnated into the body and now it was midnight and he had already moved the rug.
Not long after receiving those memories, a glowing screen appeared before his eyes. Asher recognized what it was right away. It was a system screen.
Now, standing in the center of his new home, he spoke aloud.
"So, what are your functions?" he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
The screen responded without hesitation.
[To simulate a life of yours in a different supernatural world. Movies, anime, anything that includes vampires, werewolves, things like that.]
Asher tilted his head slightly, arms crossed. "And are there requirements for me to simulate a life?"
The screen answered again.
[The first one is free, but after that, you will need to use SP. You can earn SP from killing.]
Asher rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "It's always a catch with these damn systems." He let out a tired sigh. "Can I simulate right now?"
[Yes. Only one world is available right now. Would you like to simulate your life in the Underworld universe?]
"Underworld?" Asher raised an eyebrow and smirked a little. "That's unique. Yeah, let's do it."
As soon as he agreed, the system displayed a loading screen. He dropped himself onto the couch and waited while it did its thing. After a few minutes, the screen shifted again.
[Underworld Simulation:
Name: Asher Virelli
Race: Human → Lycan
Lifespan: 1899–1945 (Died at age 46)
Location: Northern Italy → Austrian Alps
Major Life Events:
1. Born a human servant in the vampire-controlled Virelli Estate.
2. Raised under harsh rule, beaten, ignored, and forced into labor.
3. Trained in secret by a human mercenary named Rigo.
4. Bitten by a Lycan at age twenty during a vampire patrol ambush.
5. Endured the full transformation alone in the wild. It was painful but successful.
6. Became a rogue Lycan, hunted by vampires and feared by both sides.
7. Killed multiple Death Dealers, including high-value targets.
8. Freed captive Lycans from an underground vampire research lab.
9. Built and led a small independent Lycan strike group.
10. Personally killed Faenor, the vampire who once chained and tortured him.
11. Killed his father, Lord Cassien Virelli, ending his abusive bloodline.
12. Died in combat at age forty-six, holding the line during an assault so his pack could survive.]
[Please choose your reward:
1 - Lycanthropy (95 percent mastery)
2 - Mercenary Training (Beginner Level)
3 - Combat Experience (Expert Level)]
Asher didn't hesitate for long.
"At least two of them are good," he said, eyes fixed on the screen. "But, system, you know I have to go with lycanthropy."
He clicked on the first option.
The effect was immediate. His body began to change. Muscles tensed and grew, stretching the limits of his frame. He could feel his bones shifting, his senses sharpening to levels far beyond what any normal human could experience. Every sound in the apartment became clearer. He could hear the hum of the refrigerator, the faint tapping of water running through the pipes behind the walls. His vision brightened, adjusting instantly to every subtle shadow.
Before this transformation, he had already been a solid unit of a guy, standing 6'0 feet tall and weighing one 189 pounds, most of which was muscle. His father, despite their rocky relationship, had put him through enough physical training to build a solid foundation. Now he stood at 6'2 and weighed about 200 pounds. His frame was lean and athletic but packed with power. He could feel it in every step and every breath.
He clenched his hand into a fist and watched the muscles in his arm respond like coiled steel. The strength was incredible. For the first time in his life, he had an overwhelming urge to punch something just to see what would happen.
And he could feel it. At any moment, he could transform, and he didn't need the full moon to do it. But he didn't transform in the house he didn't want people seeing him on accident.
"I'll definitely be huge as hell when I transform. I should head to the forest tonight," Asher said aloud, a grin forming as an idea sparked in his mind.
He glanced back at the system screen. "I'll definitely be able to turn people, right? System?"
[Yes. Through either a bite or a scratch. It doesn't really matter.
PS: When you reach one hundred percent lycanthropy mastery, you'll be able to control a certain number of werewolves that you've turned.]
"Tch, one hundred percent my ass…" Asher muttered, rolling his eyes. He looked over at the clock and saw it was almost one in the morning. Without wasting any more time, he grabbed a spare pair of pants and a hoodie, stuffed them into a backpack, and slung it over his shoulder.
{Asher's POV}
I walked out of the house with the backpack hanging off my shoulder. Looking down at myself in the reflection of a window, I couldn't help but notice how shady I looked. Backpack, dark clothes, middle of the night. Definitely suspicious. But hey, I'm a werewolf now, right? Comes with the territory.
It only took me about ten minutes to get to the edge of the forest. Honestly, I could've made it there in two if I ran, but I wasn't in a hurry. The cool night air felt different now, sharper somehow, more alive. I could feel the soil under my shoes, the breeze brushing against my skin.
Then I smelled it. Something off.
"It kinda smells like iron out here… but it shouldn't smell like that. I'm surrounded by trees," I said quietly, sniffing again.
Then it clicked. "No, it's not iron. It's blood."
I knew what blood smelled like. You don't forget it after dying once. That metallic bite to the air? It was thick out here.
"Well, not a better place to test my powers than a bloody forest, am I right?" I muttered, then sighed. "Fuck me…"
I set the backpack down on the ground and unzipped it. My clothes came off next. I folded them and stuffed them into the bag before zipping it back up. Then I stepped a short distance away, taking in a deep breath as I prepared myself.
I let go.
And I forgot the most important part of transforming for the first time it hurts like absolute hell.
Crack. Crack.
My bones snapped and twisted, stretching and reshaping. My spine arched, my limbs thickened, and I could feel my skin stretch to fit my new form. The pain shot through every inch of my body like white hot fire. I bit down hard and almost bit my damn tongue off. Mental note: next time, bring a towel or something to bite.
After two excruciating minutes, it was over.
I stood tall at seven feet nine inches, weighing in at around four hundred and fifty pounds. All of it was pure, functional muscle. My body looked like it was carved out of stone, but covered in thick, dark fur. My eyes glowed through the trees with a sharp, golden light. I raised my hand and clenched it slowly, watching the way the muscles shifted beneath my skin.
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I walked up to a nearby tree, wound back my arm, and let out a low, guttural roar.
"Raghh!"
My fist smashed straight through the trunk. The bark exploded around my knuckles, and the tree creaked loudly as the hole I left tore through the center.
But before I could admire the power any further, my ears twitched. I heard something. A sound far off but clear someone screaming. A man, and he was in pain.
"The hell is going on with this forest?" I muttered, already taking off at full speed.
My legs moved like springs. I was running faster than a car, the ground blurring beneath me. Every instinct I had flared up. Without thinking, I ducked and rolled to the side, just as something swiped at my neck from behind. The claws missed me by inches.
I spun and caught the attack mid air.
The thing that came at me was another werewolf. It looked similar to me in form but was far more feral. Its features were animal-l like, almost rabid, and it was smaller than I was by a good margin but was still big to your normal human. Its eyes were glowing red, and it snarled in frustration as I held its arm tight in my grip.
{General POV}
Asher swung his arm and threw the creature away by its wrist. The werewolf's body flew through the air and crashed into a nearby tree with enough force to snap it in half. Bark exploded outward as the trunk gave way under the impact.
Asher's eyes glowed with a sharp, piercing gold as he took a deep breath. Then he let out a massive roar, one that came from deep in his chest. It echoed across the entire forest, loud and primal, shaking the branches above.
"ROOAAARRRR!"
The other werewolf, the one with glowing red eyes, stumbled backward and then bolted into the woods without hesitation. It didn't try to fight again. It ran.
Asher exhaled sharply and turned his focus back to the path ahead.
"Huff…"
He took off again, heading toward the direction where he had first heard the scream. While sprinting through the trees, he thought to himself, Yeah, I need some real fighting experience as soon as possible. That thing only lost because I was bigger.
A few seconds later, Asher arrived at the scene. The smell of blood hit him immediately. It was strong and fresh. He followed the scent and saw a boy lying on the ground, motionless. There were claw marks running across the boy's side, deep and bleeding.
Asher narrowed his eyes and stepped closer, sniffing the air around the boy.
Did that werewolf just turn someone? he thought, circling the body carefully.
He crouched down. "Who is this kid anyway?"
He began shifting back into his human form. The transformation was quicker this time and a little less painful, though still uncomfortable. Once he was fully back in his human body, he walked over to the boy and searched his pockets. After a moment, he pulled out the boy's phone and started flipping through it.
A minute passed before he found a name.
"Scott McCall…" he said out loud. The name sounded familiar, but he couldn't figure out why right away.
He sat there quietly, trying to piece it together.
"Ughh, what should I do?" he muttered to himself.
Then it clicked.
"Wait. Scott McCall… as in Scott from Teen Wolf? Oh shit."
His eyes widened a little. It all started to make sense.
He wasn't just in a random world. He had been reincarnated into the Teen Wolf universe.
Of all places… he thought. Fuck my luck.
He slipped the phone back into Scott's pocket and stood up. He began walking away from the scene, heading in the direction of his backpack.
In the show, Stiles hadn't been there when Scott got bit, and even Scott never really remembered how he made it home. So Asher decided not to interfere. He would just leave it to fate.
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The next morning at Beacon Hills High School, or BHH for short, the building was already buzzing with students filling the halls.
Asher walked into the main office wearing black jeans, sturdy boots, and a dark hoodie that fit snugly over his frame. He approached the front desk to collect his schedule.
"Okay, Mr. Cain, that should be all," the office lady said with a polite smile. "Do you need help with your locker?"
"No, miss. I'm good. Thank you," Asher replied as he took the papers and turned to leave the office.
He made his way through the hall to his locker. When he reached it, he entered the combination and opened it. The locker was completely empty. He did not really have anything to store, but he wanted to check that the code worked. It did, and that was enough for now.
While he stood there, students walking by began to take notice. The first thing they noticed was that he was new. No one had seen him before. The second thing was his height. He was taller than most of the students. And finally, he was undeniably attractive. His appearance alone was enough to turn heads.
One girl walking past with her friends whispered, just loud enough to be heard, "New boy alert."
Not long after Asher shut his locker, a girl walked through the entrance of the school, and the hallway buzzed again. She was also a new student. Her name was Allison Argent.
A short distance away, Scott McCall laid eyes on her for the first time. His attention locked onto her immediately.
"Hey, snap out of it," Stiles said, snapping his fingers in front of Scott's face.
The bell rang a few seconds later, and everyone started heading off to their first classes. Asher checked his schedule. His first class of the day was English. Coincidentally, it was the same class that Stiles, Scott, and Allison were in, along with several other students.
Asher walked into the classroom and instantly felt every pair of eyes on him. Heads turned as he stepped inside, scanning for an empty seat.
"You think he's gonna join the lacrosse team?" Stiles whispered to Scott.
Scott did not answer. The second he saw Asher, something in him reacted. His instincts sharpened without warning. He could not explain it, but being near Asher made his senses go on high alert. He did not feel threatened, but he could tell something was different about the guy.
"Scott," Stiles said again, this time with a little more urgency.
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. I don't know. Maybe you should ask him."
"Why do I have to ask him," Stiles started to say, but stopped as Asher walked past them and sat in the seat directly behind them.
A few seconds later, Allison entered the classroom and took the empty seat next to Scott.
Stiles turned around in his seat and looked at Asher.
"Yo, what's your name, man?"
"The name's Asher. Nice to meet you," Asher said, giving a small nod.
"Stiles," he added quickly, finishing the sentence for him.
"Stiles. Nice to meet you, Stiles."
Stiles leaned in a little, lowering his voice. "Yeah, I wanted to ask if you were gonna join the lacrosse team. I mean, you're tall and muscular… no homo."
Asher smirked slightly. "Well, I never thought about it until you just asked. I've never played it before, but I can try."
As he spoke, his brown eyes briefly drifted over to Allison, who was sitting beside Scott. She was smiling at something Scott had just said. Asher's gaze lingered for a second before he looked back at Stiles.
"Well, it should be pretty easy for you," Stiles said, turning around in his seat again.
Asher leaned back, relaxed, and almost threw his legs up on the desk in front of him, but the teacher walked in just in time.
"Tch," he smacked his lips as he sat up straight.
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Let me know if I should do longer sims.
Like year by year if their whole life (even though thats kinda boring to me)