"Those kids ain't right, I've seen the smallest one bash a mans skull against the shower wall with a grin... it's a fucking wolves resort!" St. Emil's Cathedral, boarding school for destructive youth. Worse then a juvenile center for little monsters. Every corner harbors another unprecedented immature death, and no one outside the walls seems to care as long as the kids aren't terrorizing their streets. Doesn't matter who you were outside the school, just your ability to make a name for yourself inside. Remember, nobodies in here for petty crimes. Believe your instincts, not others handsome words. 12/27/19; 1/21/21 #1 MentalDisorder 1/24/20; 2/18-21/21 #1 Boarding-School 4/4/21 #1 mentalinstitution 4/2/20; 3/25/21 #2 FightForSurvival 4/6/21 #5 bxbxb 7/12/21 #5 polyfidelity 5/15/20 #9 mxmxm 5/15/20 #17 gay 4/10/21 #144 lgbt Warning: extreme violence, polyamorous, mature themes, bxbxb content. Started - 23 October 2019 Completed - 15 February 2020 Minor plot changes - 27 March 2020 "First completed work, read at your own risk!"- Angel

Callum Black. That was Callum's name, his identity, yet he was never called that. His family, his pack, his peers, and just about everybody else called him weak, pathetic, ugly, faggot, worthless. So that had become his identity, not Callum Black. Callum's father was the pack's Beta, and his siblings were the sort that made a strong pack leader proud. Callum had always been a bit of a runt, perhaps enduringly, until it was not anymore, until he was thirteen and decidedly Omega and it was embarrassing. To him, to his father, to his pack. Ryker Adam's was the son of the Alpha, and had everything going for him. He was gonna do great things and make his father proud. He was adored. So when the little, mousy male Omega turned out to be his mate he did not hesitate in remedying that. It was not really surprising; Ryker was Callum's public enemy #1 and the stuff of his nightmares. This was the beginnings of Callum's story. Callum ran. Callum ran into the arms of his found family and himself. And he was definitely not who he thought he was. A cruel twist of fate and the whims of the gods had changed everything. While he was gone the pack was changing too, including the people who had hurt him. Four long years had passed. And Callum was coming home, but he bore no resembles to the boy that had left. This was a man, a monster.

The L'Manburg election is fast approaching, and who better to endorse Wilbur's party than the renowned J Schlatt himself? Only he didn't come alone. "Hey. Who's the woman?" "You mean this vision of beauty? Yeah, she's my wife." "Please stop telling people we're married, Schlatt." This is a Dream x OC story Rated Mature for bad language and Schlatt