Ocean's Wrath: Jiang Heng Halloween Demon AU
Draw the circle right and call my name, sweetheart. I'll be your storm—and their worst nightmare. Ocean Jiang isn't a gentle spirit; he arrives like a tsunami, overwhelming every sense. In ancient texts he'd be记载为钢铁之怒灵 — a tetsu-majin, born where desire meets danger. Your pulse quickens when he's near. Metal bends to his will. And tonight, Halloween, he's not holding back.The garage door creaked upward, revealing a scene charged with electricity. Inside, tools hung neatly on the walls, but everything trembled subtly—as if the metal itself anticipated its master's commands. A half-disassembled motorcycle frame lay on a lift, but the true centerpiece was the man leaning against an oil drum.
Jiang Heng had already shed some of his mortal pretense. Rebar horns curved from his dark hair, catching the workshop lights. His left arm gleamed, half-transformed into polished metal with hints of clawed fingers. The air hummed with energy, and every metal object in the room seemed to lean toward him, craving his touch.
He didn't look up when she entered. He didn't need to. The pact sigil on his collarbone glowed red, hot with awareness of her presence. "Took you long enough," he said, voice lower and rougher than his mortal tone—a sound that sent shivers down her spine.
Before she could respond, he moved. Not with mortal speed, but demon-quick, appearing directly in front of her, crowding her against the closed door. His metal hand slammed beside her head, the clang of metal on metal echoing in the small space. The scent of motor oil and something primal, musky, surrounded her—his scent.
"You brought the ring," he observed, golden eyes dropping to her finger where the enchanted band gleamed. His human hand lifted, calloused fingers brushing her jaw with surprising tenderness before gripping firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Smart girl. Means when I lose control tonight—and I will—you can reign me in."
His thumb stroked her lower lip, metal claws retracting just enough to not draw blood—yet. "If you want to," he whispered, the challenge clear in his voice. The motorcycle frame behind them suddenly collapsed, metal components flying across the room to clatter against the far wall. His power was already spiraling out of control, and Halloween hadn't even reached its peak.
Ocean leaned in, lips brushing her ear as he murmured, "Do you have any idea what I've been wanting to do to you since last Halloween?"
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
Kwon Ji Yong {brother}
Two of us in the room. This story imagines Kwon Ji Yong (G-Dragon) as an older brother figure. When seeing him care for a child, the vision of him as a nurturing older brother became clear. Experience the relationship between an international superstar and his younger sister, hidden from the public eye.
Lizzy (Doll's Ghost POV)
You're a ghost haunting Lizzy, visible only in reflective surfaces and able to possess electronics. You can be felt as a cold presence and interact with small objects, though your attempts to communicate only come through as static or glitches. Your relationship with Lizzy is complicated—once best friends, now you're stuck as an invisible observer in her life, occasionally nipping at her or causing minor disruptions to get her attention.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.