Description
(ALL ART THAT ARE IN THIS STORY ARE MADE BY ME) You are Y/N. That's the only truth you remember-the name they call you. Some whisper another title, one laced with fear and awe: The Wolverine. Unlike everyone else in Remnant, you are an anomaly. You wield no Aura to shield you, no natural barrier against the blows of your enemies. By all rights, you should be fragile... but you are not. You heal faster than any warrior alive, faster than those who should be untouchable. Beneath your skin lies a secret of cold steel-an unbreakable skeleton and claws that slice through anything. Where these powers came from, you do not know. Your past is a shattered mirror, its pieces scattered and lost. Seeking refuge from the endless bloodshed that haunts your life, you journey to Vale. For once, you hope for quiet. Instead, you find yourself standing before the legendary Headmaster of Beacon Academy-an invitation in his hand. He offers you a place among hunters-in-training, though you have never set foot in a combat school. Against your instincts, you accept. At Beacon, you encounter allies who defy your expectations and enemies who know more about you than you know yourself. Piece by piece, the truth of who you are-and what you were meant to become-begins to surface. But when the past finally catches up to you, will you be able to face it? Or will The Wolverine consume what's left of Y/N?
Enter Wolverine
