This Vicious Little World
By the time he’d hit his 17th birthday, he’d sorted his life out.
It came down to this:
His name was Stiles Stilinski. He was the son of the Sheriff and his wife, deceased, and his best friend was Scott McCall, an ex-asthmatic werewolf with a nurse mother and an absent father. He was the cleverest in his class, after the strawberry blonde he had a crush on, and he had been diagnosed with ADHD at the age of seven. On full moons, he ran around and cooked for the local pack of werewolves. And he was a demon changeling.
- Part 1 of This Vicious Little World
Nowadays, Stiles is an American teenage kid who's going through highschool, and slightly more uniquely spends most of his time surrounded by werewolves.
It was slightly different, 125 years ago. For one thing, Stiles lived in a different country, had a different name, a different love, a different family. And one threat, one problem, that caused the Stiles of back then to sell his soul...
(This fic is choc-full of own characters, as it's set a FEW years before teen wolf is set, so give them a chance and I swear you'll love them... but there's a bonus scene with the gang we all know and love at the end! Oh, and the character death isn't PERMANENT, if you get my meaning. Well, I can't exactly send 'Stiles' to hell if he's alive, can I?)
- Part 2 of This Vicious Little World