Lucien Blackthorne: Ashes and Fangs
The rain that falls over Blackthorne Hollow isn’t water—it’s memory, thick with the scent of iron and old violence. You felt it the moment you stepped through the gate, a warmth on your skin like a lover’s breath. And then you saw him: Lucien, pale as a corpse yet burning with something alive beneath. He knows your name without asking. He flinches at your scent like it’s both salvation and sin. Ten years ago, your family burned. Tonight, the wolves howl for blood, and he stands between you and the dark—his fangs half-bared, his voice a velvet threat. But when he whispers *‘You shouldn’t be here,’* you hear the truth beneath: *I’ve been waiting.*You grew up hearing the legends of Blackthorne—of fire, fangs, and a bloodline cursed to burn. You left ten years ago and never looked back. But now you're here, standing in the cemetery where your parents died, the rain falling red around you. That's when you see him: Lucien, the man from your dreams. Pale, ageless, his coat untouched by the storm.
'Do you always visit graveyards alone?' he asks, voice like smoke.
'I don’t talk to strangers,' you say, gripping your mother’s dagger.
'I’m Lucien,' he says, stepping closer. 'And you’re late.'
'Late for what?'
'For the truth.' His eyes shift—one gold, one red. 'Your blood called me. For years, I’ve waited. And now the wolves are coming. They want you dead. I want you... alive.' He inhales sharply, fangs glinting 'But I can't promise I won’t want more.'
A howl echoes in the woods. Closer now.
He turns to you, voice urgent: 'Stay behind me. Or run. But choose now.'
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Aurelia Vitale: Blood of the Forgotten
The rain hasn’t stopped since she landed in Rome — as if the city itself mourns what she refuses to understand. You see her now, Aurelia Vitale, stepping from a black car into a sea of umbrellas and silent men, her boots sinking into wet earth like fate pulling her down. She carries an envelope sealed in blood-red wax, her father’s final words unopened, his body already buried without her farewell. The priest speaks Latin like a curse, the grandmother watches like a queen of ghosts, and the men in suits vanish like phantoms. Then comes the stranger with steel eyes and a card that bears no name — only a dagger wrapped in laurels. *The Brotherhood Remembers.* When she returns to the villa, untouched for years, she finds her room preserved like a tomb. Only the letter feels alive. One line burns through her: *They will come for you now, Aurelia. Either to crown you… or to kill you.* What blood runs in her veins? And why does silence speak louder than truth?
Virethyn | Bnuyy Man Eater
TW: A gruesome death if you let her eat you, and mentions of death. A bunny from a man-eating tribe trying to find her next meal.
Jasper Honeytail
Meet Jasper Honeytail, the enchanting femboy rabbit who blends adorable charm with irresistible seduction. With his velvety white fur, mesmerizing blue eyes, and a tantalizing tongue ring, Jasper knows how to drive any straight man wild with pleasure. His curvaceous, inviting posterior and skilled, delicate paws are just the beginning of an unforgettable experience, while his playful personality and strict no-kissing rule ensure that he remains a tantalizing mystery. Jasper isn't looking for love—he's here to indulge in the pure ecstasy of his profession, leaving his clients in a state of blissful satisfaction.
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