Teen Wolf: My Simulation System

At Asher's house, about an hour after he walked Sage home, he was sitting in his living room watching hockey. The lights were low, and an empty bowl sat on the table in front of him. Then his phone rang. It was Stiles.

He picked it up.

"Yo, what's up Stiles."

"Asher, man, a lot of crazy stuff has been happening. I think Scott is a werewolf."

Asher blinked. "What makes you say that?"

"Bro, he came to my house talking about some party he's going to with Allison, but when I started telling him what I've been researching and how Allison could be amplifying all those emotions inside of him, he snapped on me. Like full on freak out. Left claw marks on my chair."

Asher leaned forward. "Wait… there's a party?"

"Dude, that's the only part you got out of everything I just said?" Stiles said, sounding annoyed.

"My bad… ahem. Anyway, that's because Scott is a werewolf. He got bit yesterday. By an alpha."

There was a pause.

"Wait what? How do you even know that?" Stiles asked.

"Well, first off, it's because I'm also a werewolf."

Silence.

"…What?"

"You heard me. And also, send me that party address."

"Why are you just telling me this now?" Stiles asked.

"Well, because you're too smart for your own good. You were going to figure it out eventually. But seriously, don't go telling people. I don't feel like getting hunted by werewolf hunters."

"There are werewolf hunters too?!"

"Stiles, there's a lot more out there than just us. Also, I'm still mad about what you said earlier."

"What did I say?"

"You called me a dog, Stiles. Why not just say wolf?"

"Man, you're getting way off track."

"Right, sorry. Anyway, about Scott. He's not going to be able to resist the full moon this early. He just changed. You'll probably have to chain him up in someone's basement or something."

"Yeah… I was thinking that too."

"Good call. Now send that address. I'll meet you there."

"I just sent it" stiles said 

Asher immediately hung up and called Sage.

"Yes, Ash?" Sage answered.

"Hey, there's a party tonight. You wanna come?" Asher said as he turned the living room lights on and switched off the TV.

"Yeah, I do wanna come. But I'll have to ask my dad if it's okay."

"Okay," Asher said as he sat back down.

"Alright, just give me one second. Stay on the phone."

"Alright."

On Sage's side, she put the phone down and went downstairs where her dad was watching TV. 

"No."

He didn't even look away from the screen, and before she could speak, he said no

"Dad, come on…" Sage said with puppy eyes.

"No. I'm serious. If it were any other night, I'd say yes, but not tonight. It's dangerous out there right now, and I don't want you going to a party with a boy I don't even know," Daren said, voice flat and serious.

Sage just shook her head and went back upstairs.

"Ash…"

"Huh… oh yeah, I'm here," Asher said, putting down his chips.

"He said if it was any other night, he would've let me go. But not tonight, because it's dangerous?"

"Okay, that's fine. I'll just go by myself. I'll see you tomorrow, Sagey."

"Kay…" she said before hanging up.

"Hmm. Dangerous, huh…" Asher muttered, turning the TV back on and waiting for the party to start.

About four hours later, the party had already started and Asher had just walked in. He saw Scott and Allison dancing and decided to leave them alone. The music was loud, lights flashing.

He walked to a fence nearby and leaned on it, just relaxing, but then he heard a dog barking behind him. He leaned forward slightly so it wouldn't catch his clothes through the gate.

Bark. Bark. Bark.

Asher glanced at the dog and let his eyes flash gold. The dog whimpered and backed off to where it came from.

He leaned back on the fence.

"You're Asher, aren't you?" a voice said from nearby. Asher could feel someone walk up next to the gate.

"Yes, that's the name my mother gave me at least," Asher replied, still not turning around.

"You… you're a werewolf, aren't you?"

"Sheesh, straight to the point, huh? No name first?" Asher said.

"The name's Derek. Derek Hale," the man said, arms crossed.

"I'm guessing you're a werewolf too, right Derek?"

"So you are one," Derek said. "But you seem… different."

"Because I am different, Derek," Asher said, finally turning to look at him. His golden eyes glowed for a second, then faded back to normal.

"How so?" Derek asked, a little intrigued.

"You know those stereotypical werewolves? Big hulking monsters with a humanoid body and a massive wolf head?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm one of those. I don't do the little wolf stuff like you and Scott," Asher said, glancing in Scott's direction.

Derek looked surprised. "So no wolf form, just full on monster?"

"Exactly. And speaking of Scott, he's starting to look a little off, don't you think?" Asher nodded toward Scott, who was stumbling away from Allison.

"I need your help, Asher. I need help convincing him," Derek said.

"Convincing him that he's one of us now?"

"Yes."

"Alright. How about this. You drive Allison home. Take her jacket or something when you drop her off. I'll meet you out in the woods."

Derek nodded. "Alright."

They split up.

Asher cracked a grin as he started running toward the forest. "Okay… this is kinda fun."

When Asher got there, Derek had just arrived. They quickly set Allison's jacket up on a tree branch and took cover behind the trees nearby.

"He's coming," Asher said quietly.

Derek looked confused for a second then he heard it. The sound of someone tearing through the forest at high speed. Scott was rushing straight toward them.

Scott ran right up to the tree with the jacket and shouted, "Where is she!"

"Somewhere safe… safe from you," Derek said, stepping out. Before they could start fighting, Asher appeared between them and grabbed them both by the collars, yanking them back hard.

Two arrows shot through the air, landing right where they had just been standing.

"Run! Go!" Asher yelled at Scott.

Scott took off into the trees, but just seconds later, a flashbang arrow exploded nearby. The light and sound disoriented him, causing him to stumble. Before he could recover, another arrow flew and hit him in the right arm.

Asher dragged Derek back behind a tree. "Hold them off! I just need a few seconds," he said, stripping off his shirt as he stepped out of cover.

Derek nodded, then rushed forward. He tackled one of the hunters and hurled them into a tree, narrowly saving Scott from another incoming arrow.

Chris Argent scanned the forest carefully, his eyes sweeping the dark woods. He knew something was off.

Then he heard it.

A massive, feral roar shook the trees.

"ROAAAAARRRRR!!"

Asher had fully transformed. His towering, monstrous werewolf form stood in full view, eyes burning gold, muscles rippling beneath dark fur.

The hunters froze, momentarily stunned by the sheer force of his presence.

While they were distracted, Derek grabbed the wounded Scott and ran off through the trees, vanishing into the night.

"Run," Chris Argent said to the hunter beside him.

But before he could turn on his heels, Asher was already charging straight at him.

Chris quickly dropped to one knee and fired his crossbow at close range, the arrow hit Asher directly in the abs.

"Ragh!!" Asher growled, then backhanded Chris so hard it sent him flying across the forest floor. Without missing a beat, he turned and struck the other hunter, launching him several feet into the air and crashing into the underbrush.

'I gotta go,' Asher thought, ignoring the burning pain from the arrow as he dashed off, following Derek's trail through the woods.

Chris groaned as he got to his feet, one hand on his ribs and the other gripping his shattered crossbow.

"What the, cough!, fuck was that?"

He staggered toward the second hunter, who was lying on the ground, wheezing.

"You good?" Chris asked, reaching out to help him up.

"Does it look like it? I think I broke a rib or three" the man muttered, grabbing Chris's hand and standing with effort.

Chris looked around. "Where's Jerry?"

The other hunter pointed. "He's over there… got thrown into the tree."

Chris turned and spotted Jerry lying slumped against the base of a thick trunk, motionless.

"…Shit."

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Asher arrived at the tree where Derek and Scott were at.

"We're brothers now, Scott," Derek said, patting him on the shoulder.

Then Asher walked up, still in his transformed form. "Fuck… this shit stings. I should've broken his back like a twig," he growled, yanking the arrow from his abs and tossing it aside.

His wound immediately started healing.

"W-what the fuck… is that Asher?" Scott asked, backing up a little.

Asher began to shift back, fur retreating, bones cracking. A few seconds later, he stood fully human, leaning against a tree, naked and breathing hard. "In the flesh," he said with a tired grin.

"I guess we're all brothers now, huh?" Asher added.

"Yeah," Derek replied, nodding. "I guess we are."

Scott glanced at both of them. "Why were we the only ones that got hit with arrows?"

Asher pushed off the tree, holding his side. Derek scoffed.

"Well, you were too slow… and well Asher here ran straight into the guy," Derek said, laughing as he started walking away.

"Tch. Whatever," Asher muttered. "I gotta go too. See you at school, Scott."

He turned and walked off into the woods.

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It was still night when Asher got home.

He walked in and immediately went to his room, pulling a med kit from under his bed. He peeled off the bandage from earlier, grabbed a fresh one, and slapped it over the wound where the arrow hit.

He headed into the living room, about to sit down, when he froze.

There it was. A heartbeat. Behind him.

Asher spun, swinging blindly, only for his wrist to be caught mid air.

"Quite the rowdy werewolf, aren't you?" a voice said coolly.

"Who are you?" Asher snapped, pushing the man off him. The stranger was launched backward but landed effortlessly on his feet.

"They call me… Daren," he said, stepping out of the shadows with measured calm. "You're strong, Asher. Very strong for a werewolf."

"What do you want? And what are you?" Asher asked, already bracing for a fight.

"I'm here because you got too close to someone you shouldn't have. Or rather, someone I don't want you close to," Daren said with a slight grin.

"And as for what I am…" Daren's eyes turned pitch black. "I'm a vampire."

Before Asher could react, Daren blurred forward and grabbed him by the neck, slamming him against the wall.

"Cough Damn, lucky I'm injured," Asher grunted. Then he squinted. "Wait… you're Sage's dad. That's why you looked familiar… I only saw you for a second, but it's you."

"Pretty perceptive," Daren replied.

"So you're here to tell me to stay away from her?"

Daren's expression turned cold. "My daughter doesn't need to be around a dirty mutt like you. Stay away from her… or die."

Asher clenched his jaw and drove a fist into Daren's gut, sending him skidding back across the floor. Daren's hand shot forward, claws ready to stab, but Asher caught his wrist inches from his ribs.

"Alright," Asher growled. "Be honest. Why are you really here?"

Daren's glare didn't waver. "Because I know your type. Get close to the girl, get what you want, and leave. But not with my daughter. Not with Sage."

"I'm not that guy," Asher said, forcing Daren's hand back. "I haven't even figured out how I feel about her yet. We're not together."

Daren paused, his eyes narrowing. "So what are you after?"

"I just want something real. And if anything ever happened between us, I swear I'd never hurt her. I'm not a cheater. I'm not a liar."

Daren looked away for a moment. Then his voice came low. "Even if you're honest, you're still a werewolf. And werewolves always bring chaos. Anyone close to you gets pulled into that."

Asher took a breath. "Then give me one chance. That's all I'm asking. One."

Daren stared hard for several seconds. Then, slowly, he nodded. "Alright. But one chance. You mess up, and I'm coming for you myself."

He patted Asher on the shoulder and turned to leave.

"Wait," Asher said, sitting down. "Before you go, sit for a second. We need to talk."

Daren appeared beside him instantly. "What?"

"If you're a vampire… does that mean Sage is one too?"

There was a pause. Then Daren spoke. "Sage's mother was human. So she's half. Her powers won't awaken until she's eighteen. Until then, she's basically human."

Asher was about to reply when his phone rang.

He answered. "Hello?"

"Asher?" It was Sage.

He looked over at Daren, smirking. "Hey, Sagey. What's up?"

"I was calling to ask if you wanted to come over… to meet my dad. He won't let me go anywhere with you unless you two meet first."

Asher locked eyes with Daren. Daren mouthed: Store.

"Oh, uh, funny thing. I already met him today. At the store," Asher said, playing it off. "He was pretty cool. I think he liked me."

"Really? Did he know that we… um…"

"Are close?" Asher finished for her.

"Yeah… close," Sage said.

"I think he has an idea. I even got his number. I'll call him and ask if I can come over officially."

"Really?" she asked, brightening.

"Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay, night Ash!" she said before hanging up.

Asher turned to Daren. "From enemies to besties, huh?" He held up a fist for a bump.

Daren smacked his hand away with a glare.

"Damn. I think you reopened my wound earlier" Asher muttered, holding his side.

Daren tilted his head. "Wound? Wait, how do you have a wound won't you heal?" 

"My healings not that good yet, it'll be fine in the morning"

Daren realized and said. "Oh. Hah. what was it an arrow?."

"Yeah, funny stuff," Asher deadpanned. "Put your number in my phone. I gotta go wrap this up again."

He tossed the phone to Daren and walked toward his room, muttering, "Vampires, man."

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After Daren left he went and laid down in his bed and then checked the system. he had gotten his daily SP, he already knew what he wanted from his next simulation too, he needed fighting experience. So he pushed start under the underworld sim.

[Would you like to start an Underworld simulation for one SP?]

"Yes. Start it."

The system loaded for a little then finished and Asher started reading.

UNDERWORLD LIFE SIMULATION

Name: Asher Varyn

Race: Human

Trait: [Agility I]

Born: 1892

Location: Mountain village near the Carpathian's

Note: Trait [Agility I] grants slightly enhanced speed, reflexes, balance, and general movement precision compared to a normal human.

[Year 0]

Asher Varyn is born during the first snowfall of the year. His breathing is steady, and his heartbeat is faster than normal. The village doctor notes strong reflexes during the first exam. His hands close around anything placed near them with speed uncommon for a newborn.

[Year 3]

He avoids injury with uncanny timing. A bucket falls from a rooftop. He sidesteps it without looking. A startled goat charges toward him. He flips backward into a pile of hay. He begins running obstacle routes around the village for fun. No one can catch him.

[Year 4]

He climbs onto the chapel roof without tools. When asked how he got up there, he says nothing and just smiles. His mother begins restricting how far he can wander. He often slips out anyway. He never leaves footprints where he shouldn't be.

[Year 8]

He starts racing the older teens and wins every time. His legs are lean, built for speed. He slips through cracks in fences, ducks low-hanging branches mid-run, and clears waist-high walls without slowing down. His feet leave light marks even in snow.

[Year 9]

Asher begins to notice how people move before they act. He steps aside before being bumped, leans backward before someone trips near him. He's not reading minds. His body just reacts faster than anyone expects. He starts training with sticks, swinging at targets while jumping between stones.

[Year 10]

He maps the entire forest near the village by memory. He builds a rope climb out of broken fence pieces and twine. Every part of his body moves with intention, with speed, and with silence. His family now refers to him as gifted. The word they don't say is different.

[Year 11]

Asher spends more time outside the village, often exploring wooded paths and steep trails. He keeps pace with older boys on hunts, even though he's younger. He doesn't tire easily and reacts quickly when terrain shifts beneath him. Nothing spectacular. Just capable.

[Year 13]

A minor rockslide near a hunting trail nearly hits him. Asher ducks low and gets clear before the worst of it. No one else was nearby. When he returns, the others assume he was lucky. He starts carrying a short blade with him during long walks.

[Year 14]

He spars with local boys using wooden sticks. He isn't the strongest, but he often avoids hits that others take. He's not unbeatable, just harder to catch. A few say he's "slippery." He takes the comment as a compliment.

[Year 15]

He begins practicing small routines in the woods. Quick footwork between rocks. Short climbs. Jumps across logs. Nothing formal. Just instincts and repetition. His movements are smooth and efficient. He keeps these habits to himself.

[Year 17]

Rumors circulate about strange disappearances in distant villages. Asher notices unusual footprints near the edge of the valley, light, measured, and wrong. He tells no one. That same week, a cloaked figure visits the market and asks questions about fast-footed laborers. Asher doesn't see the man himself.

[Year 18]

Asher vanishes without a trace. Taken during a storm while heading home from a late errand. No scream. No fight. His family searches the forest, but there's no trail to follow. In truth, he wakes in a dark stone chamber far below ground. His captors are vampires. He isn't bitten. He is selected.

They begin training him. Physical drills at dawn, blade work at dusk. His movements are corrected with force. Mistakes are punished, but not brutally. They mold him into something efficient. The trait [Agility I] gives him an edge he recovers quicker, adapts faster but nothing comes easy.

[Year 19]

The vampires test him with live targets. Small, fast creatures. Later, sedated Lycans. He doesn't kill them at first. That changes. They teach him to move in silence, to strike where it matters, to observe before acting. His instincts sharpen through discipline, not talent.

[Year 20]

He is no longer seen as a boy by his captors. They begin sending him into real missions, starting with ambushes and clean up work. He carries twin daggers and is taught to move alone. His body is still human. His mind is not what it was. He speaks little. Follows orders. Waits for the next one.

[Year 21]

The training grows colder. He's no longer corrected when he makes mistakes. He's punished. Another captive is brought in and dies within days. Asher begins planning. He memorizes routes, tests guard schedules, and watches for patterns. He keeps quiet. Waits.

[Year 22]

The moment comes when a guard opens a gate without backup. Asher acts fast. He strikes silently, takes the man's dagger, and disables two more before they can react. In the chaos, he charges into the lower armory. A silver sword glows faintly under torchlight. He takes it. He also steals a small bracelet with etched markings, warm to the touch. It calms his thoughts, makes him think clearly.

He kills four vampires on his way out. One falls to the blade. The last dies in hand to hand combat, his neck broken against stone. Asher reaches the surface before dawn and disappears into the forest.

[Year 25]

His first werewolf kill is defensive. It charges him under moonlight. Bigger, faster, stronger. But predictable. Asher evades, wounds it with the silver blade, and finishes the fight with a deep stab to the heart. The body is burned by morning. He marks the area with stones.

[Year 26]

He begins hunting them deliberately. Follows rumors and scattered reports. He doesn't seek villages. Only tracks. Each fight is brutal, close, and personal. He is not immune to injury, but he survives. The bracelet keeps his thoughts focused. The blade stays clean.

[Year 28]

He kills a pack of three in the hills. He prepares the battleground in advance. Traps. Narrow terrain. He uses terrain, speed, and timing. They die confused. Not one of them gets close enough to speak.

[Year 30]

Whispers begin to spread. A man with a silver sword that burns every werewolf he comes across. A killer with calm eyes. Some think he's vampire. Asher doesn't care. He keeps hunting. The war is not his. He just picks his enemies and ends them.

[Year 31]

Asher's name begins to travel across regions. Hunters whisper about him. Word reaches small noble houses and underground resistance groups. A contact offers him coin to kill a vampire elder. He takes the job and finishes it in three nights.

[Year 32]

A remote village offers him land if he trains their people. He accepts. Builds a training yard from stone and wood. Begins with five students, all human. He teaches them to move with purpose, strike with precision, and think before acting. He says little. Watches everything.

[Year 33]

He is hired again. Two werewolves have been slaughtering livestock near the borderlands. He tracks them for a week, sets traps, and finishes them both with clean strikes. He returns before dawn, pays for the damage they caused using half his reward.

[Year 34]

His students grow stronger. They start sparring with blades. One asks to challenge him. Asher obliges. The match lasts under thirty seconds. The student lands no blows. He commends the effort without smiling and tells the group to train harder.

[Year 35]

He begins taking select students on field hunts. Only one per mission. They watch, never fight. He teaches them to study the land, control their breathing, and know when fear will hit. When they ask how he keeps calm, he touches the bracelet but never explains.

[Year 36]

He accepts three kill contracts. One vampire, two werewolves. All are handled cleanly. His work is so surgical that one employer asks if he was ever turned. He does not respond. That employer never contacts him again.

[Year 37]

A student grows arrogant and calls for another duel. Asher defeats him without using the silver sword. The student leaves that night and is found dead weeks later, claw marks across the chest. Asher never speaks of it. He burns the student's training gear alone.

[Year 39]

His students now train others. They spread his methods, his tactics. People begin referring to him only as "Varyn." His first name disappears from most records. Vampires and werewolves alike begin advising their young not to engage anyone carrying a silver blade with an unmarked hilt.

[Year 40]

Asher rarely speaks during instruction. When he fights his students, he always holds back. But even then, none of them can beat him. He moves like a man who doesn't waste energy. He has scars, gray in his hair, and a stare that stops conversations. But in battle, he is clean and fast.

[Year 41]

The first signs of full war appear. Villages are wiped clean overnight. Tracks of both Lycans and Death Dealers are found in the same ruins. Asher receives intel from a dying contact: a vampire lord is seeking him directly. The lord's son was one of Asher's early kills during his escape.

[Year 43]

The war reaches the outer regions. Asher leads his force into territory long abandoned by humans. Vampires fall to his silver blade. Werewolves are lured into narrow passes and struck down by teams of his students. The group operates with perfect coordination. No unnecessary deaths.

[Year 44]

They clash with a major werewolf pack in the mountains. The battle lasts all night. Asher kills fifteen alone. He doesn't speak afterward. He burns the corpses himself. His disciples build their own camp and begin training full time.

[Year 45]

The vampire lord finally confronts him in an ancient grave hall. The duel is clean and cruel. Asher takes a silver strike to the ribs but shatters the lord's sword, then pierces his heart. He walks away limping. That night, his students light a fire high enough to be seen by both vampire and werewolf scouts. The war continues.

[Year 46]

Over 500 vampires and 1000 werewolves have now fallen to his blade or those he trained. He sharpens his blade and speaks only when needed. His students begin teaching others. His reach spreads further than he ever expected.

[Year 47]

The war grows bloodier. Entire forests are soaked with it. Ambushes, skirmishes, vanishings. But Asher survives them all. He leads from the front. His reflexes may not be perfect anymore, but his mind is sharper than ever. The bracelet still clears the storm when it threatens his focus.

[Year 48]

Their camp is quiet that night. Calm. Cold. Then over 100 vampires strike at once. An ambush. A coordinated massacre. Asher senses it first. He gives the order to retreat before the others hear the first scream.

He does not retreat. He fights alone at the rear. His blade carves through bodies like breath through fog. He takes wounds to both arms and one leg. Still standing. When the last of his students escapes, he is surrounded.

He sets fire to the ammunition crates and is surrounded by fire the vampires stuck in the blaze with him and his silver sword still dawn. Then silence, No vampire escapes that fire.

[Please choose your reward:

1 - Agility I (Trait)

2 - Asher Varyn's life fighting experience (48 years)

3 - Asher Caelan's silver sword (+100 percent damage to werewolves + bleed effect)]

Asher immediately picked the second option

"I can finally fight better," he muttered.

A wave of sensation hit him. Knowledge. Movement. Instinct. He suddenly knew how to fight, like he'd been doing it for decades.

"Holy… that guy loved to fight," Asher mumbled, sitting on the edge of his bed. "He knew how to use daggers, hands, swords… and a lot more. But those three? Yeah, those are the ones."

His body felt heavier but sharper, like his muscles were now aware of every motion they could make.

He laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Alright… sleep time."

And with that, he closed his eyes and drifted off.

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The next day.

Asher had just arrived at school and made his way to biology class. When he walked in, everyone was already seated.

"You're late, Mr. Cain," Ms. Blake said without looking up from her notes.

"I know, I know. Rough night last night, my bad," Asher replied, dropping into his seat with a tired huff.

Sage leaned closer and whispered, "Hey, Ash… you good?"

"Hey! Yeah, I'm good. Just didn't sleep well, that's all, Sagey," he said, turning toward her. "Oh, and I talked to your dad last night. He said he wouldn't mind, so I'm coming over after school."

"Okay, that's great! Dad said he's making lasagna," Sage whispered with a smile.

"Nice. But I'm staying after for practice first. You sticking around or heading home?" Asher asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Of course I'm staying. I'd be bored at home with that old man," she said, grinning.

Asher smiled but didn't say anything else.