rotteroos

"I'll give you the name 'Davel,' and from now on, you will become the King of the werewolves and lead your kind to protect mankind. Don't let the vampires from The Shadowed Land splatter blood on this land again."

"I understand, my Goddess. I will protect mankind with my life from now on."

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The Werewolf King, Davel, promised the Moon Goddess that he would protect his people and mankind from the ferocity of the vampires. Unfortunately, the promise only remained a promise that couldn't be realized when the vile vampires evolved so that they became much stronger.

The werewolves were crushed as they tried to protect mankind, and Davel even had to sacrifice his life. He thought he was dead, but who would have thought that he was sent to a world completely different from his own instead of dying?

He knew a fact that there was only one person who could save his people and mankind from the cruelty of the vampires, and that person was the Moon Goddess.

In a world that was completely foreign to him, Davel must find the Moon Goddess who had died and was reincarnated.

How could Davel find the Goddess whose appearance had changed? How could they save the werewolves and mankind in the world they left behind?

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Original cover artwork by otochi__ (on Instagram)

You Were A Wolf

'How could I not think about it?' Lycia wailed for the umpteenth time today as she walked to the trash can and threw the empty cup into it.

It had been over two hours since the audition had started, and she had also finished the coffee she had bought with Shirley earlier. Just as when Shirley took her to the coffee shop two days ago, the manager didn't ask her to enjoy the coffee in the shop but instead brought the drink back to the building where the audition was held.

And maybe Lycia would never be able to enjoy the taste of coffee because she still didn't like the bitter taste. Unfortunately, Shirley seemed to like coffee a lot, and that was why the manager took her to the coffee shop without asking her opinion.

Lycia was still a polite girl, and even if she was closer to Shirley now, she still couldn't bring herself to say no when the older woman wanted to take her to buy her favorite drink.

IT'S NOT ABOUT AGE