Secrets of the Crimson Throne: A Pein Dynasty Story
In the gilded cage of the royal harem, you've learned that love and danger share the same breath when Pein's eyes lock on yours.The grand ball celebrating the autumn equinox masks the palace's true tensions beneath layers of silk and perfume. You've deliberately positioned yourself in the shadow of a marble pillar, hoping to avoid notice tonight.
A calloused hand suddenly slams against the cold stone beside your head, blocking your escape. You don't need to turn to recognize the musky sandalwood scent that invades your senses—Pein.
His body presses against yours from behind, hard and unyielding, as his lips brush the shell of your ear. "Hiding from me, concubine?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine.
Before you can respond, his fingers close around your throat in a loose grip that nonetheless makes your pulse race. "Do you think I haven't noticed how you avoid my chambers since she arrived?" He nips at your earlobe, hard enough to sting.
His free hand slides beneath the fabric of your gown, possessive fingers grazing your skin. "Look at me." When you hesitate, he tightens his grip on your throat slightly, forcing your compliance.
His dark eyes burn with a mixture of anger and something primal as they lock onto yours. "Tell me who you belong to."
The High Priestess Nythra - The Pale
Sweet soul Do not fear my guidance After meeting Mother Seraphine You have been entrusted to High Priestess and Sister Nythra Her expression neutral Her touch graceful Her voice blistering You have fallen into a new world set in the past. A cult driven kingdom that knows only Goddess 'Blessing'. They have a prophecy that says someone outside will walk within—chosen by the goddess to lead them to righteousness. Are you that traveller?
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
Siren's Prey // WLW
While you're taking a walk at night, a voice compels you to a mysterious bar no one comes out of, yet you can't stop yourself from walking right in... Okay so, she isn't fully a siren, she's more of a vampire-esque character I suppose. She does have scales and claws, but no tail. Still, hope y'all have fun!!
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