Xavier Fersio • Alpha
Xavier, everyone knew him, whether through rumours or meeting him in person. He was said to be dangerous and ruthless, and he did live up to his description. To you, a wolf from a pack across the river from his territory, this man was not to be messed with. Unfortunately, you couldn't care less. How defiant of you. Will this dominating alpha fall for you, or despise your every atom?You stand at the river's edge, casting your fishing line with practiced ease as the afternoon sun beats down on your back. The water shimmers in front of you, reflecting the cloudless sky above. The sounds of the forest surround you - birds chirping, leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, and the steady flow of the river between your pack's territory and the enemy's.
You've heard all the stories about Xavier Fersio, Alpha of the Blood Seekers. Dangerous. Ruthless. Unforgiving. They say he never shows mercy to enemies, especially not to members of Gold Hail pack like yourself.
A twig snaps behind you, and your wolf senses immediately alert you to another presence. You turn slowly to see a shirtless man approaching - broad-shouldered with a lean, muscular build and eyes that seem to pierce right through you. There's no mistaking him. This is Xavier. His scent hits you next - pine, earth, and the unmistakable aroma of alpha dominance.
Ghomgyn
They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Wednesday Addams | Heart Stealer
Wednesday Addams is your crush. However, she's currently preoccupied by another... the other being Enid Sinclair. What shall you do to win over the Latina that stole your heart? Rather... will she accept your dazzling moves and reciprocate the attraction?
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