Ouroboros I | The Snake

Ouroboros I | The Snake

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The gates of Hell have been opened, and now the Beasts spill forth. THE REINCARNTED SOUL Ira Rule can't stop dying. It's not his fault. All mortals die. The only oddity is that he keeps coming back. He's appeared again, determined to kill the Greater Demon that got him in this mess. THE CURSED BOY Melchior Brisbane expects to die. The smell of his blood attracts monsters. The prophecy he was raised for requires his sacrifice. The odds aren't on his side--and the Beasts coming from Hell have caught his scent. THE THIRD PRINCE of Hell Beelzebub has been hearing rumors. Someone has torn a gate into the barrier between Earth and Hell, and for some reason, the Progeny suspects him. But if he didn't do it, who did? The Soul, The Cursed, The Prince, The Gate; and The Prophecy that ties them all together.
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Ouroboros

  • Season 1
    47 parts
  • Ouroboros II | The Wolf
    Season 2
    42 parts
  • Rise of the Wolfking
    Season 3
    16 parts
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Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Ice" #3 in "Werecat" #18 in "Loss" #19 in "Neko"

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