Charlesgreywolf Stories

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Les plus sombres secrets d'une petite ville d'Allemagne vont vite réapparaître avec le retour d'une de ses familles fondatrices : Les Von Hohenems. -------------------------------------- Je me suis inspirée d'une histoire russe, le début lui ressemble beaucoup mais la suite sort de mon imagination.

There is not enough (or really any) fanfic of Powerwolf so I have set out to change that. As it stands, this is ony a preview of the work (it is nowhere near finished), but I wanted to get something out there for people to read. Since apparently Wattpad is terrible with showing things, the non preview version that I actually post updates on is here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/146757687-a-were%27s-first-ongoing Powerwolf are werewolves, this much is certain. But what happens when one were is left behind in the maturity department? The pack all had their first full moons years ago, except for one. The super-blue-blood-moon is looming, and Falk is at his wits end. He yearns and prays for his first moon, maybe this rare event will finally trigger it. Hopefully. Maybe.

Roel van Helden has a crush on Charles Greywolf for a while, but Charles doesn't seem to be as interested in Roel as he is in him. Roel might have eventually just told Charles the truth, but he decides to share his woes with bandmates Falk Maria Schlegel and Attila Dorn, which wasn't the best idea.

Another work in the Powerwolf werewolf au, this time a small drabble centred around Charles. Being the Eta of his pack, Charles' entire job is to make sure his pack is safe. However, his mind has this habit of blaring the worst case scenario at him every now and again in the form of nightmares. Now with added companion art: https://www.deviantart.com/mydurisekel/art/Nightmare-774974504

A quick sad drabble that got out of hand. Non-canon for the moment but set in the "A Were's First" universe. Very heavy angst with very little comfort to go with it. Content and trigger warnings for the following: Funerals, Death, Dissociation, Mourning

This is a fanfic about a headcanon I had. Everything regarding the characters only applies to their personas, and not the person in real life. This is my very first fanfic, and english is not my first language.