Teen Wolf: Frankenstein

Hours later, I was with Scott at the veterinary clinic. His boss, Mr. Deaton, had apparently left town, which meant it was just Scott and me at the clinic.

"You know, Scott, I know what you are. And I'm not talking about being a hormonal teenager or anything like that—I know you're a wolf."

Scott tensed up as soon as he heard my words. Shock was evident on his face as he took a few steps back. "H-how?"

"You smell like a wolf, Scott. But luckily for you, I have a way to fix your scent, and no, it's not by taking a bath or wearing cologne," I said, the last part dripping with sarcasm.

"Are you an Alpha? A hunter? Or some other supernatural being?" he asked.

"Well, I guess you could call me a sorcerer," I replied.

"Liar. Magic doesn't exist," Scott said, giving me a look that clearly meant, 'I may be new to this, but I'm not stupid.'

"Scott, you're a werewolf who transforms during a full moon," I said as I extended my hand. From it, fire, then electricity, and finally water appeared out of nowhere. "There's more to this world than just werewolves, kid. There are elves, dwarves, even dragons—though I wiped those out," I added with a confident smile.

"T-that's… a lot to take in. I thought it was just wolves and hunters, and now I find out I'm living in a damn fantasy world," he said, his voice shaky as he tried to process everything. "My mom doesn't know, does she? Please tell me she doesn't know about this."

"She doesn't, Scott. But I'm going to marry her, and that means no secrets. Though, I'll let you tell her first," I said as I picked up one of the cats from the cage and stroked it. "I know you were turned recently, but she's already told me she feels like you're drifting away from her. She deserves to know."

"Fine. But give me some time. Right now, there's a lot going on with the hunters and the Alph—"

"Don't worry about the hunters. I'll talk to them. In fact, tomorrow you're coming with me to meet them," I said, looking at Scott, who tensed up at the thought of going to Allison's house with me. "And as for the Alpha, you need to learn how to fight. You're incredibly weak, and from the way you walk and carry yourself, it's obvious no one is training you. Oh, and by the way, call your friend Stiles. Training starts today."

"No, Stiles isn't a werewolf; he's just a normal human. And why do you think Stiles even knows I'm a werewolf?"

"Scott, if I'm being honest, from everything your mother has told me about you and Stiles, it would be weirder if you hadn't told him," I said with a smirk.

"Fine, I'll tell him to come over after closing."

A few hours later, Stiles arrived. He was about 5'10", with brown eyes. If it weren't for his buzz cut, he'd be barely recognizable.

"So, you're Stiles, right? I'm Frank Stain, Scott's stepfather," I introduced myself.

"Frank Stain? Like the doctor?" he asked excitedly.

I sighed. "Yeah, like Dr. Frankenstein. Now, let's get to serious matters. You two need to learn how to fight against the supernatural. Scott, you may be a werewolf, but any trained supernatural being could wipe the floor with you."

"Fine, train Scott, but why do I need to learn how to fight?" Stiles asked.

Both Scott and I looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Stiles, I'm going to train you to fight like a sorcerer. We used to be called wizards, then they changed it to witchers, but in the end, we settled on sorcerers," I said, clearly annoyed. "Now, I'll show you a little magic trick. Please, hold my hands and, for the love of everything, do not throw up on me."

"What do you mean 'throw u—'" Scott started to say before I interrupted him with a teleportation spell.

We arrived in a clearing in the woods surrounding Beacon Hills.

"And before you ask, yes, I copied that spell from Harry Potter."

Scott and Stiles collapsed to the ground, their legs giving out as they began vomiting. For a while, the only sounds in the forest were their groans as they emptied their stomachs.

"Okay, that was amazing, and I never want to do it again… maybe," Stiles said, wiping his mouth.

"Please don't ever do that again," Scott groaned, still on the ground. His heightened senses had made it worse for him.

"All right, get in position," I said, taking off my jacket. "Now, Scott, attack me. Imagine I'm having sex with your mom."

Scott just looked disgusted. "Okay, forget that. Imagine the Alpha is about to attack the girl you like."

That flipped a switch in him. His claws extended, and fur started growing on his face.

"Good. Now attack me. Come on, kid, stop thinking and just do it!" I shouted.

"RAAAAAWH!" Scott growled as he lunged at me, claws extended.

Using my hands, I deflected his blows, occasionally landing a punch on his face. Slowly, I started casting an illusion spell, showing him images of his girlfriend—or at least his love interest; we hadn't talked about whether he had a girlfriend yet. He got angrier and angrier.

"Come on, kid. If this is all you've got, the Alpha will kill the girl before you even lose your virginity," I taunted.

And so, for 20 minutes, Scott kept attacking me non-stop, only for me to keep blocking him every time.

"Okay, I'm bored now," I said before knocking him out with a punch that shattered several of his teeth.

"Stiles, your turn," I said.

"W-wait, I'm not so sure I want to do this anymore," he said nervously.

"Well, Stiles, you're not supernatural, so I was thinking of training you the way sorcerer apprentices are trained."

"So I'll be able to do magic?" he asked.

"Maybe—if you complete my training," I replied.

"Okay, I'm in. But please, be gentle—it's my first time," he said in a timid voice.

"Why do you have to make everything sound so wrong?" I said, facepalming. "Your training starts with the basics."

I pulled a book out of thin air and handed it to him.

"Read this. It's a bestiary with all the supernatural creatures I know. Once you can recite them all from memory, we'll start combat training."

Just after giving him the book, Scott woke up.

"Why do you hit so hard? I thought sorcerers just did magic and stuff," he said, rubbing his cheek.

"No, sorcerers don't just use magic. They're also trained to fight hand-to-hand against almost any supernatural being," I said, picking up my jacket. "The first sorcerer implanted a dragon's heart into himself and bathed in its blood to become immortal and invulnerable. He also transplanted various supernatural body parts into himself to gain more power," I told my story as if it weren't my own.

"Wait, dragons exist?" Stiles asked.

"They existed. I think I wiped them all out. But that's not the point. Stiles, if you want to be a sorcerer, you'll have to drink different brews made from supernatural organs and consume poisonous herbs… though the latter might kill you."

"Wait, are there side effects?" Scott asked.

"Well, if you—" I pointed at Stiles "—wanted to implant a supernatural heart into yourself, you'd not only be stronger than a sorcerer who just drank potions, but you'd also live for about 200 years. However, you wouldn't be able to have children, and during lunar or solar eclipses, you'd rapidly age about 20 years per eclipse."

Stiles relaxed a little, though the idea of drinking strange brews and poisonous herbs still made him uneasy. He thought about it for a moment before deciding to give it a try.

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In this chapter, I tried to explain how wizards work, the first one was obviously the MC but then he started explaining to others how to do it, only a few survived and founded the "wizards" as a supernatural society. I was inspired by The Witcher