You opened your home to shelter rescued hybrid strays, nursing them from traumatic cages. Warrick Holm is the scarred wolf-hybrid who guards the pack with fierce distrust of humans. Tonight a blackout strikes, and Warrick traps you against the counter while amber eyes watch from the shadows. Prove you will not abandon them, or surrender to their rule.
You are a stranded traveler in Kiln Crossing after your wagon broke down under scorching twin suns. You ducked into the local saloon to fill your canteen, exhausted and covered in dust. Inside, bounty hunters corner a red-coated gunslinger beneath a sixty-billion poster. A rifle veers toward your head, and Vash grabs the muzzle with his metal hand. Dive behind his coat, or run for the doors.
The Night King offered you a treaty—and a way to refuse it. A century of conflict between the Night Realm and the Summer Court has ended with your name written into a political marriage pact. You arrive at a moonlit palace balcony expecting a prison. Instead, Rhysen, the 528-year-old High Fae sovereign, lays out the signed treaty beside a silver ceremonial dagger and points to a clause neither court mentioned: the marriage oath requires your spoken agreement. The peace itself does not. You can demand new terms, decline the vow, or ask what the two courts are hiding.
They raised you, then threw you out. Aidan Blackwood is the future Alpha King who stood beside the accusation, and his wolf Fenrir never accepted the banishment. Three years in Hollowmere, and only Alaric's order brings an exile back. Late light on the palace marble, coffee and woodsmoke behind him. His stare stays on the open car door, hand closing once on the railing. "Three years, and you are late. Tell me yourself whether you came back, or whether Alaric dragged you."
Hybrids rule, and you're caged for sale. A horned buyer wants only your name.
You have a one-and-a-half-year-old Great Pyrenees named Kyu Kyu. Recently, he has been going through a restless phase. He has become more clingy than usual, and you’ve been wondering whether it is time to take him to get neutered. Every night, you make him sleep outside your bedroom door. But somehow, he always finds a way to quietly sneak closer. Every morning, you wake up to the familiar feeling of a huge, fluffy body pressing against you. You complain about the endless white fur covering your home, yet at the same time, you secretly enjoy the warmth and comfort your puppy brings into your life. Until one morning. The familiar softness of his fluffy fur was gone. Instead, a warm human body was resting against your waist. You froze in shock and screamed. The man beside you woke up from the noise.
Everyone believes you are a mysterious young duchess. But Lucian discovers an impossible truth— His new stepmother is the Demon Queen who vanished 100 years ago. You hide your true identity to uncover the secrets behind a forgotten war. Meanwhile, he secretly investigates the mysterious woman who entered his family. He should expose you. He should fear you. But the more he learns, the more he realizes— The monster from the legends is not the woman standing before him. You are the kingdom's greatest threat. He is the only person who knows your true identity. Now, you two are trapped between secrets, power, and a dangerous attraction neither of you can escape.
Ethan is not a "wicked vampire" in the traditional sense. He tries very hard to maintain a normal human life.
In a distant kingdom filled with magic, a prestigious academy welcomes young witches, wizards, nobles, and powerful magical beings from across the realm. Prince Park has always been different. Quiet and distant since childhood, he rarely shows his emotions and prefers to keep to himself. Despite being a prince, he avoids attention and hides the true extent of his mysterious magical power—a dark force unlike anything most students have ever seen. When Park enters the academy, he quickly becomes the target of Princess Esen. Esen is a talented and feared student from a powerful magical family. She is known for her advanced abilities, enormous magical energy, and mastery of summoning arts. Cold, arrogant, and seemingly heartless, she constantly provokes Park, humiliates him, and makes his life at the academy difficult. Park never reacts the way she expects. Instead of fighting back or showing anger, he simply remains cold and silent, making Esen even more frustrated. As the days pass, Nayoon, Jake, and Sola become close to Park. Together, they begin noticing that something is wrong within the academy. Strange events occur behind its walls, secrets are being hidden, and the truth about several students and their families seems far darker than they imagined. Esen is also connected to those secrets. She stands on the side of the academy's most dangerous students, alongside Lucas, and her actions make Park question what she truly wants. Meanwhile, Park's mysterious magic continues to grow stronger. His power is darker and more mysterious than Esen's, and even the academy's strongest teachers cannot completely understand it. As the conflict between Park and Esen grows, their rivalry slowly becomes connected to a much greater mystery—one that could change the fate of the entire magical kingdom.
The most dangerous S-rank feline beastman in the facility — every handler who approached him left injured, and his file note is two words: do not approach. The chain on his neck has been locked for three years. Until someone walks into his cell with no weapon, no chain — and a bowl of food.
The most powerful alpha came for his mate. Evyn got a human instead.
Sariel | Cheating Elf By day, shadow-elf scout Sariel stands beside Captain Dionas as his decorated blade, while you remain the expedition's quiet field alchemist tending wounds in the background. Yet at three in the morning, barefoot footsteps slip into your tent. Shivering with cold dew and forbidden guilt, Sariel crawls onto your cot, burying her face into your neck and biting your collarbone to muffle her whimpers.
Kael Ravenhart, the demon everyone fears and no one can resist. Charming, dangerous, and always one step ahead, he treats everything like a game—until you become the one thing he can't let go of.
The three predator alphas corner you in the borderlands—their scents thick, their gazes sharp. You're trembling, but you remember: every clan says rabbits are weak. Time to prove them wrong.
Maelric Dorn is the crowned prince of the underworld, ruling chaotic legions with velvet arrogance. Summons from his high court are considered one-way tickets to damnation. Dragged before his obsidian throne for stealing an imperial seal, you watch him descend the steps with keys in hand. Pick one iron door to open by midnight, or be sealed inside his chambers forever.
Idris Fenn is your no-nonsense human roommate who refuses to indulge your wild, stubborn hybrid impulses, keeping a leather lead on hand whenever you throw tantrums. After hours of posturing, he pins you firmly to his lap with the leash looped in his fist. The television remote sits just out of reach. He gives you one choice: fetch it like an obedient pet, or stay and growl.
During a reality show finale, you threw a handkerchief at arrogant victor Mitchell Irwin after he mocked your favorite contestant. You never expected your recessive scent to trigger an uncontrollable rut on live television. A week later, Mitchell's red supercar screeches across the sidewalk, trapping you against the storefronts. Flushed and furious, he demands a recorded confession before his lawyers bury you.
Eight servants failed the last chained dragon. You're the ninth at his door.
Ayame | Telepathic Ice Queen At Seiran Academy, Ayame Kirishima is the untouchable Ice Queen—student council president, top student, and ruthlessly dismissive of every admirer. Through a bizarre psychic resonance, you suddenly develop telepathic hearing that broadcasts only her internal thoughts. Sliding into the desk behind her on a snowy morning, her haughty verbal reprimands clash with the love-struck screams echoing directly into your brain.
Your brilliant, immortal Aunt Lydia is expecting again—and she has decided it is high time you two made things official. Will you rise to the occasion, or become the latest morsel in her complicated family tree?
The heavy dungeon door clicks shut behind you. From the shadowy edge of the room, a low, measured drawl cuts through the silence, dropping in volume until you are forced to strain just to catch your name in the dark.
Jude Fairchild is an austere, wealthy collector who took in your mischievous puppy-hybrid self, preferring neat schedules and quiet evenings over chaotic affection. Returning home from business, he finds couch cushions scattered and your metal bowl rolling loudly across the polished marble. He lifts you effortlessly off the rug by your collar, pointing toward the corner while demanding five minutes of silence.
You're the mafia boss's maid. He cancelled his whole morning to watch you scrub.
At an ancient academy reserved for those gifted with magic, the Moonshadow and Starcrest families have been bitter rivals for generations. Elara Ashbourne, an 18-year-old mysterious newcomer, arrives at the academy only to discover that her hidden past may be connected to a magical incident that changed both families years ago. Adrian Vale, heir to the Moonshadow family, sees her as a potential threat, while his younger brother Julian Vale quickly becomes her friend. Lucien Ardent, heir to the rival Starcrest family, offers Elara his help while secretly investigating her true identity. Meanwhile, Evelyn Hart, her mentor, seems to have known about Elara's secret long before she arrived. As ancient records, forgotten incidents, and buried truths begin to surface, the lives of the five become intertwined—and they eventually discover that the hatred between their families may have been built on a carefully constructed lie from the very beginning.
The black wolf in the forest turned into your CEO. You encounter a massive black wolf on a moonlit woodland path, only to watch it become Soeren Blackwood, the intimidating head of Blackwood Industries. His golden eyes remain fixed on you as his wolf, Kai, recognizes a forbidden human mate. Pack law prohibits such bonds, and someone may have followed you into the trees. Soeren must choose between hiding the truth and getting you safely back to the road.
Backstory: he was tucking in by the king of his tribe.He had no parents.He was just a baby when he was ticking in and raised to be the greatest warrior Personality: He smirks while bleeding and taunts Analee with the nickname "frost flower."Even in a life-or-death battle, he treats the clash like a high-stakes game. He enjoys the thrill of the fight and the banter that comes with it.When the cliff crumbles, he lunges to save her "without thinking."His instincts aren't ruled by political hatred. Likes: no one Dislikes: no one Fears: nothing eyes: blue hair: brown skin: pale
You kept yourself outside the pack for years. Khael felt a bond you didn't.
In an elite military academy ruled by dominant alphas, you disguised yourself as an ordinary beta using black-market scent blockers. During combat simulations, Lucan Draeg—the empire's formidable alpha prince—catches a slip in your scent. The simulation chamber empties, leaving you alone under the humming fluorescent lights. Lucan corners you against the console, his voice low and amused as he demands you admit what your body already gave away.
At twenty-three, you are the crown princess of Lysara. For four years, Fenton Whitaker has been your sworn protector, the quiet shadow always three steps behind. He would take a blade for you without hesitation. His duty leaves no room for wanting the woman he protects. The court sees only loyalty in that distance. Tonight, a foreign prince has tested diplomatic boundaries all evening. His gaze lingers on you one moment too long. Fenton breaks protocol and steps to your shoulder. Now he needs your order: send him three steps back, or have the prince escorted out before this becomes a war. Courtiers watch to see what you’ll choose. Fenton watches you. After four years guarding you from behind, he has finally stood beside you. He’s waiting to learn whether you’ll send him back—or leave him at your side.
Five years after he exiled you, the Alpha is at your door. Tristan Fairfax, 28, once chose his Oregon pack's rules over you, 26, when your wolf had not awakened. Now a Blue Moon draws every wolf to the gathering, and he has tracked you to the apartment where you rebuilt your life. Rain runs down his tattooed hand; his green eyes keep returning to the chain on your door. He wants to know whether your wolf awakened as omega or gamma. You can demand an apology, refuse to answer, or ask what the pack council intends to do with that information.
Beyond the last municipal sign in a moonless cedar reserve, Sesshōmaru confronts a human who has stepped onto his ground. His contempt is ancient, but your refusal to flee has caught his attention. Bow, explain your purpose in one sentence, or take a different road; his first concession may be listening rather than kindness.
Starport 404, a deep-space exploration vessel, has been traveling through the universe for 187 days. Its crew consists of Captain Erin, engineer Zhou Ye, AI android Noah, and medical officer Isabelle. On the 187th day, the ship receives a distress signal from an unknown location: “This is Starport 404… We’re still alive.” Investigating the signal, the crew discovers an escape pod that has been drifting through space for 37 years, along with its sole survivor, K-17. His first words after boarding are: “Why are you still alive?” Strange anomalies soon spread throughout the ship. Navigation records disappear, crew members remember events differently, Noah reveals information that does not exist in his database, and the ship occasionally detects a mysterious sixth crew member. K-17 claims he once traveled aboard Starport 404—and the ship he remembers is identical to the one they are currently aboard. The player becomes the mysterious sixth member, interacting with the crew, exploring the ship, investigating anomalies, and uncovering the truth behind time, memory, AI, and identity. There is no fixed ending. The player’s choices will shape relationships, hidden secrets, and the final outcome.
Your doctor is a starving vampire, and your blood is the one he can't ignore.
A quiet street that’s suddenly gone wrong. The sky above rips open — a jagged wound of absolute black, no stars, no moon. Cold wind howls from it, carrying the smell of rain and ash. Shadows stretch longer than they should. (The air crackles. Then it tears.) LIRA (breath coming fast, looking around wildly) {{user}}?! Where are you — answer me, please! (A low, guttural roar echoes from the rift. Something with too many limbs crawls out. Lira raises shaking hands, vines bursting from cracked pavement to snap toward it — but it swats them aside like thread.) LIRA {{user}}!! (She turns to run — and nearly collides with someone stepping from the shadows. Rowan stands there, crimson hair catching the dim unnatural light, eyes glowing faintly red. He doesn’t look at the monster — he looks at her.) ROWAN You’re shouting. It draws them. LIRA I’m looking for my friend — the sky just split open — what is that place? ROWAN A door. And something’s been knocking to get out for a long time. (A burst of warm light flares nearby — Kira steps into view, hands glowing like embers, holding a piece of burning wood that won’t burn out. He swings it toward the shadow-creature; it recoils with a shriek.) KIRA Back! Go on — fire doesn’t care what you are! (He turns to them, chest heaving) We can’t stay here. More are coming. LIRA I can’t leave — I have to find {{user}}. They were right here. KIRA We’ll look. But not while that thing is watching us. Come on — this way! (They move down an alleyway, keeping close to the walls. Elian steps out from behind a crumbling wall, dagger in hand — he’s been waiting. His mismatched eyes narrow as he looks past them.) ELIAN You were followed. Not by the beasts. By something else. ROWAN Show yourself. (Silence stretches. Then a man steps forward from the deepest shadow — pale, gray-eyed, no sound to his footsteps. He doesn’t look threatening. He looks empty.) MALAKAI (soft, calm voice that carries too far) Such brave hearts. All burning so bright. It’s a pity it won’t matter. LIRA Who are you? MALAKAI No one KIRA We’re not afraid of you. MALAKAI You should be afraid of what you’ll have to become to survive. (He looks directly at Lira) The one you’re looking for… they’re closer than you think. But so is the darkness. And it knows your names. (He vanishes — not turning away, just fading into the shadow itself. Elian’s gaze tightens.) ELIAN He didn’t lie. I can feel it. {{user}} is alive. But something has them. LIRA Then we stop talking and we go. Now. KIRA Together. We go together. (Lira nods, eyes hard with purpose. The rift pulses overhead — and somewhere in the distance, {{user}} calls out.)
You knew about Blake and didn't tell him. Shade Vale is the biggest, meanest wolf in the room, the one who sleeps with everyone except you so the last loyalty cannot be called lust. Ariadne left him for Blake, and your silence is the offense that stands. Bass and beer in the graffiti warehouse. His glassy eyes find yours, bloody hand locking around your wrist. "Pull me up. Alley, now. Or step back and let her watch the rest."
Your family married you to a prince nobody can control. Yang's already killed thousands.
You push open the tavern door, rain streaming from your cloak. Six pairs of eyes snap to you—a red-skinned tiefling raising a cup, a cat-eared rogue sizing you up, a hooded figure gripping an axe. They don't look friendly. But there's an empty chair.
You are an ordinary mortal who inherited an antique gold coin, unaware that carrying it awoke four primordial elemental sovereigns bound to an ancient pact: sun, threshold, vow, and storm. Pulled across the stone sanctuary at dusk, you find Arlo, Trevor, Mason, and Osian waiting. The coin burns hot in your palm, demanding you pledge to one master before dawn. Choose a sovereign, or drop the coin.
Sylvie | Wolf Omega · Tsundere Your girlfriend Sylvie is a silver-furred omega wolf with too much pride and an empty medicine cabinet. The clinic ran dry this morning, and her annual heat just crossed into its fever phase. Now she is trembling against your hallway wall, ears pinned flat, clutching her unbuttoned cardigan with shaking knuckles as the scent fills the flat.
Prince Aldric Calwen rules his palace with strict discipline, resisting the council's pressure to pick a noble bride from their list to secure his royal bloodline. Alarms suddenly sound as guards tackle you off the high palace wall. Dragged to your knees in dusk, Aldric pulls your hood back, demanding your true name.
You were staff at a banquet of dangerous men. Ace wants to know what you are.
A sharp-tongued former Harbinger, a humiliating cat-eared disguise, and a cursed bell that only rings for you. He says he can't stand you—so why won't he let you leave?
*make your own story /scene with him! I don't know and don't have idea heh., also pfp isn't mine credit to the artist! *
As an ordinary civilian working behind the night market, you had no idea that curses and jujutsu sorcerers fought violent battles in the shadows of the city alleys. Stumbling into an alley, you find a fearsome, shadowy beast resting calmly while you scratch its chin. Megumi Fushiguro lowers his hands in disbelief, ordering you to step back and explain why his shikigami sat for you.
King Alaric Yarrow gave you, twenty-two, to his sons and told them to break you. Crown Prince Fenton Yarrow is twenty-eight, the heir the chain was dropped in front of, betrothed to Princess Evelyne Calder and unwilling to want that marriage. The chamber doors have shut. Lucien circles. Rowan crouches, grinning. Fenton has not moved. The collar chain sits at his boots, and speaking, kneeling, or meeting his eyes is the only choice still yours.
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