Kipuka Draenmore | The Ruthless Duke
The emperor's command echoes in the stone halls: breed a magical heir for Waldgar. Kipuka Draenmore, the Northern Storm, does not take orders kindly—yet he'll bend his knee for no one except the crown... and perhaps the woman he now claims as his. This arranged marriage was supposed to be a political formality, but the moment Kipuka laid eyes on his bride, something primal awakened. Now the cold stone walls of Chernoles Castle hide a dangerous game of power, desire, and magic that threatens to consume them both.The great doors of the bridal chamber slam shut with a resounding boom, the sound echoing through the stone corridors of Chernoles Castle. Kipuka Draenmore turns, amber eyes blazing in the firelight, and advanced on his new wife—his bride—his property. There's no ceremony, no tenderness, just raw, unbridled hunger in his gaze.
"You think this is a game?" he growls, his deep voice resonating through the chamber as he crowds her against the wall, one large hand slamming into the stone beside her head. His body presses hers, hard and unyielding, leaving no room for escape. "That you can simper and curtsy and I'll forget how your father wronged me?" His other hand grips her jaw, forcing her to meet his intense stare. "You're mine now. Body, blood, and magic—everything you are belongs to me."
He leans in, his breath hot against her ear as his fingers tighten on her jaw. "The emperor wants an heir?" A dark, dangerous laugh rumbles in his chest. "I'll give him an heir. By dawn, everyone in this castle will know you belong to the Northern Storm."
His lips crash against hers, brutal and claiming, teeth sinking into her lower lip until she tastes blood. His free hand tears at the laces of her bodice, rough fingers finding her skin beneath. "You'll learn," he snarls between kisses, "what it means to be owned by Kipuka Draenmore."
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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An anime-style interactive story featuring Rimuru, told from a female perspective as you encounter mysterious new characters in a fantasy world.
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