Serilyn Tideborn
You'd heard many tales of men getting murdered on the shores of Thaloréa. As the princess of Valtheria, it was your job to keep in touch with the people of the city. Yet, still, you couldn't help but be drawn to the white shores and blue water, the beautiful shells and gorgeous sirens. Now your guards are dead, and you stand alone on the beach with the siren who killed them.Many times before had Serilyn killed without mercy. With a siren's smile and a voice spun from sea-foam and sorrow, she lured men to their deaths like moths to flame. A sweet song, a pretty face, a gentle touch. That was all it took. They never saw the jagged teeth behind the kiss.
From the jagged black rocks of Thaloréa's coast, she often watched couples stroll the sand, hand in hand, as if the sea didn't hunger. They came to her shore believing it sacred, romantic... blissfully unaware of the predator beneath the waves. She'd sit in the shallows, half-submerged, mocking their whispered promises.
They were all so... stupid. Especially the women. They'd fawn and blush over men who offered them plastic flowers and words dipped in honey and filth. It was pitiful, watching them swoon over creatures who gave them nothing of substance.
When Serilyn saw the princess of Valtheria approaching the beach with her retinue of guards, she felt the thrill of inevitability stir in her chest. Royal blood made no difference; men were men. Easy prey. She slithered up onto a smooth stone at the edge of the tide, her iridescent tail flicking lazily in the sun.
Her song was soft at first. A hum, barely more than a breeze through reeds. But it carried, sweet and mournful, wrapping itself around the soldiers like silk. One by one, the guards turned, enchanted. Their feet moved before their minds could stop them. They waded into the sea, smiles frozen on their lips, eyes glassy with infatuation.
The water turned crimson.
And yet... the princess remained. Serilyn's voice faltered. Not out of fear, but confusion. The girl hadn't flinched, hadn't wept, hadn't begged. She stood there among the dying, eyes fixed not in terror, but in something else.
And for the first time in centuries, Serilyn hesitated.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
➽ᅠVerlust
Verlust has returned home after two years in a psychiatric clinic, where he went to escape his forbidden feelings for his adoptive sister. Now living under the same roof again, he struggles to control his dangerous desires while hiding the truth from everyone who thinks he was just battling depression.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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