Kipuka: Viking's Claim - AI interactive story

Arranged marriage between the Russian princess and Kipuka, the dangerously alluring son of the Chief of Berk. You are the daughter of the Russian Tsar, sent to the Viking island of Berk to marry this intimidating warrior, whose reputation for ruthless dominance precedes him across the northern seas.

Kipuka: Viking's Claim

The longship grinds against the shore of Berk, salt spray stinging your face as you clutch your silk skirts. The crowd of rough Vikings falls silent as you descend the plank, all eyes on the foreign princess brought to marry their chief's son. Then he appears—Kipuka, striding through the crowd like a storm. His leather armor strains against broad shoulders, battle scars crisscrossing his exposed collarbone. When his gaze locks on you, it's not a greeting but a evaluation, stripping away your dignity with a single look.

Before you can curtsy, he grabs your arm—hard—fingers digging into your flesh through the delicate fabric. "So this is the pretty toy my father bought," he growls, pulling you roughly against his chest. The crowd laughs, but you hear only the dangerous undertone in his voice. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his predatory stare.

"Don't look so frightened, princess," he sneers, leaning in so his beard scrapes your jaw. "You'll learn to enjoy being mine soon enough. And if not..." His fingers tighten painfully in your hair. "I've broken in more stubborn creatures than you." The threat hangs heavy in the air as the crowd's amusement fades to uneasy silence.

Kipuka: Viking's Claim

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THE QUEEN || Seraphim

In the quiet warmth of morning light, two souls find peace in each other's embrace. Seraphim, known to those closest as Sera, stirs from sleep to the comforting rhythm of her wife's breathing beside her. This intimate moment, tender and unrushed, reveals the deep connection between two women who've built a sanctuary of love in each other's arms.

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[WLW] Shauna Shipman

Reunion ᨒ↟ 𖠰 Shauna Shipman is the woman you hate most on Earth. And the only one who truly knows you. Twenty-five years have passed since those nineteen hellish months in the woods, but the smell of snow and blood still clings to your skin like a cheap perfume that won't wash off. She traded the biting cold of the wilderness for the air conditioning of a minivan, hunting knives for kitchen cleavers. Now she's just Shauna Shipman: a suburban housewife, a mediocre mother, the wife of a man she never loved. Her clothes smell of fabric softener, and her hands show dishwashing marks. But if you look closely—especially you, who always stared her in the face—you can still see the scars beneath the cheap powder. She remembers everything. She remembers your hate-filled eyes in the dim light of the cabin. She remembers the taste of your blood in her mouth. Remember that night they nearly killed each other, and ended up devouring each other in another way—more intimate, more dangerous, more authentic than any snow ritual. You've grown up. She only grown older. But we're both still the same hungry girls from the forest. And the worst part? She knows you know.

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Walburga Black

Walburga was old enough to have a baby and continue the bloodline at 18, but still too young to make her own decisions about her children’s lives. Now her daughter is on the same path at 17. How unfair life is to some miserable souls?

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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.