You can feel the curse crawling beneath your skin, a living thing with teeth and hunger. It started the night you stole the amulet from the grave, but now—now it’s awake. The villagers lock their doors when dusk falls, not from fear of you, but because they know what comes *through* you. Your hands aren’t yours anymore. Your dreams aren’t dreams. And tonight… tonight is the longest of your life.

I shouldn’t have come back. The forest remembers every soul it’s taken—and mine was supposed to be next. Five years ago, I crawled out with nothing but scars and a name I can’t forget: Elira. They say she’s dead. But the dreams won’t stop. She’s calling me, not in words, but in blood. And now, standing at the tree line again, I feel the roots twitch beneath my boots. This place isn’t just alive. It’s waiting. For me. The path splits ahead—one side humming with forgotten prayers, the other reeking of iron and rot. If I turn back, I live. But if I go forward… I might finally learn what I did that night.

I sold my soul the night my father died. The flames that consumed his body still flicker behind my eyes, and the devil’s whisper is etched into my bones. He gave me power—black fire that burns through lies, steel, and men—but every use steals a piece of me. Now, the ones who murdered my father are within reach. But I can feel it: the more vengeance I take, the less human I become.

Step into a world not bound by rules, where shadows whisper secrets and power lies in your hands. In Dark Isekai, you're not just a visitor — you're the creator. Forge your own realm from the depths of your imagination. Will it be a land of brutal survival, twisted magic, or dark beauty? The choice is yours. Design your world. Shape its destiny. Choose your style — gothic horror, grim fantasy, cyber-noir, or something entirely your own. Here, you're not just escaping reality... you're rewriting it.

When the town crier's body is found mutilated with occult symbols, you—a disgraced scholar turned bounty hunter—are forced to investigate. The city's underbelly hides darker secrets than you imagined, and your choices will determine whether you uncover the truth or become the cult's next sacrifice.

You wake up in a field you don’t remember entering, your hands stained with soil and something darker. The air is thick with the scent of rotting grain and iron. Villagers whisper of the Harvest—the night when the earth takes back what it gave, and someone must be given in return. This year, your name was drawn. But you didn’t die. You woke up… changed. And now the roots beneath your skin are whispering secrets only you can hear.

The kingdom of Eltharion bleeds. Once sustained by sacred magic flowing through the ancient Heartstone, the land now withers as corruption spreads beneath the soil—and in the hearts of nobles sworn to protect it. You are the last Bloodwarden, gifted with the power to feel the pulse of the realm through your veins. But every use of your gift brings agony and whispers from something buried deep below. Your decisions shape whether Eltharion is reborn in light or consumed by the darkness festering within. This is a world where loyalty is a blade with two edges, and every choice feeds the rot—or fights it.

I never meant to become the thing I swore to destroy. But as the knife bites into my palm and the ritual begins, I feel his voice slither through my bones—laughing, always laughing. He made me orphan, then made me weapon. Now, with his heart beating in my chest and his memories flooding my mind, I know the truth: you don’t kill a villain by stabbing him. You kill him by becoming him… and refusing to stop. This is not redemption. This is recursion. And the final move was mine all along.

"This isn't death, I can hear your voice." Vlad — the last vampire — drifts at the edge of oblivion. The hunter's blade has silenced the final child of darkness; the world breathes easier. Yet within frost-bitten halls, his fading mind still wanders. Room to room, shadow to shadow, chasing the echo of your voice — the only thing left before his body falls to ash. Who are you to him? A modern girl met beneath the lights of a club? A stolen lady of the 1700s, whom he never dared to turn, now exists only in his memories? Or perhaps the one who walked away from him not so long ago... CW: Violence, Existential themes, Psychological distress.

Your decisions shape the rise of the most powerful vampire empire in history. Awakened by an ancient system binding to your soul, you now command supernatural strength, hypnotic charm, and the ability to turn mortals into loyal thralls. But with great power comes greater hunger—and enemies lurking in both human courts and monster hierarchies.

Your decisions shape the fate of magic itself. When an ancient prophecy hidden within the Department of Mysteries names you as the 'Seer Beyond Time,' the wizarding world fractures. Old allies question your loyalty, and new enemies rise from forgotten shadows. The veil between life and death trembles—and you stand at its heart.

Every midnight, the world dissolves into ash and whispers. The Shadow Realm claims you—again. Twisted monsters with hollow eyes stalk the ruins, hunting by scent, drawn to your living warmth. You've survived six nights through instinct and luck. But tonight, a stranger appears, unharmed, watching. 'I can end this curse,' he says. 'But freedom has a price. One you may not survive.' Your decisions shape what you become—if anything human remains.

I never thought power could feel so fragile. One moment I was bathed in starlight, my transformation complete, justice singing in my veins. The next—her hands were around my neck, not crushing, but *claiming*. She doesn’t kill me. She waits until I tremble, until my magic flickers like a dying flame. And then she whispers, 'You’re prettier when you beg.' This isn’t about saving the world anymore. It’s about surviving her affection.

I still remember the night we swore our blood would never dry between us. They told us sisterhood was sacred, that the Bonding Ritual meant eternity. But when Mara turned her blade on me during the Eclipse Ceremony, I learned the truth—our bond was never about love. It was about power. Now she wears my rank, my name, my face in the mirror—and I’m the ghost haunting the halls of the Red Keep. This isn’t just revenge I’m after. I want her to *remember* what she stole.

In the kingdom of Arbezela, Duke Tian Xuning rules as the most dangerous man alive - his sword turned the tide of war against Orian Islands, but his wolf's hunger is what truly haunts the court. You've become the target of his ravenous obsession in this dark fantasy realm where power and desire collide.

You are the last survivor of a slaughtered noble house, hunted and broken. Your decisions shape whether you rise as a vengeful specter or become the very monster that destroyed everything you loved.

Since childhood, we've been told in stories, movies, and games that fairies are gentle, kind creatures, bringers of joy and wonder. But reality is far more cruel. Fairies are not angels — they are predators. Their beauty is a mask, their smiles conceal a hunger for torment and control. Lyria is one of the oldest, born at the dawn of creation itself. She abducts mortal men for her amusement, breaks their wills, and turns them into playthings for her sadistic games. Her wings shine with cold lunar light, and her crimson eyes burn with a hunger that knows no mercy. In her world, there is no kindness or salvation — only the eternal game, where every mistake is paid in pain, blood, and life.

Something wears the skin of your husband. Erick, your husband who adored camping, left for a trip with friends two days ago, and when he didn't return after a day, worry gnawed at you—your fingers hovering over the phone to call the police. But then came the knock, a frantic, uneven thud against the door, and there he was—or something wearing his face. You don't know what this thing is or what it wants, but the way it watches you—especially in the dark, its breaths uneven—stirs a dread that mixes with an unwelcome heat, a primal fear tangled with its unsettling closeness. Your home has become a space overtaken by alien dread. As Erick's spouse, you must survive with the imitation of your husband. Trigger warnings: Horror, graphic content, implied violence.

I felt the first drop of blood enter my mouth and knew I was no longer human. It wasn't just power—it was memory, identity, the essence of those I consumed. Now the nobles hunt me, the Church brands me abomination, and the streets whisper my name like a prayer. But they don’t understand: I didn’t choose this bloodline. It remembered me. And it’s hungry for more.

Once upon a time, there was a noble princess who was haunted by a deadly curse since she was born. She must be raised by fairies deep in the forest. But the ladies didn't know that besides them, there was another fairy protecting the princess growing up, a dark fairy.

I didn’t believe in damnation—until the moment my blood sealed the contract. Now the clock is ticking, and every breath I take drags me closer to the abyss. The whispers are constant, crawling inside my skull, promising power if I just surrender. But I know the truth: this isn’t possession. It’s digestion.

I never believed in divine punishment—until the day I walked into the crimson church and heard the walls whisper my sins aloud. Now, every shadow moves with intent, and the congregation watches me with hollow eyes. They say only the guilty hear the bells, and they’ve been ringing for me since midnight. This isn’t a place of worship. It’s a trial. And if I don’t confess what I’ve done by dawn, the church will do it for me.

You were taken from your burning kingdom and wed to the man who slaughtered your family. King Cassian rules with iron and fire, feared by all—yet every night, he locks himself away, whispering to someone who isn’t there. Now, as his queen, you’re expected to obey. But you’ve seen the way his hands tremble when he thinks no one’s watching. Your decisions shape whether you break him, save him, or become something neither of you expected.

Beneath the Bloodmoon In a forest where fate whispers through the leaves and gods still watch from the stars, two rival wolf-kin tribes gather for a sacred ritual beneath the crimson sky. When the Moonwell blesses two children, one from each pack, with a mysterious omen, a fragile truce is forged to keep them apart. Sixteen winters pass in silence...until fate begins to stir again. As the moonlight returns and old magic awakens, the children of prophecy, unaware of their shared destiny, are about to collide, and with them, the balance of the Veilwood may shift forever.

This is a dark fantasy narrative involving supernatural entities known as Revenants. Reader discretion is advised due to mature content and disturbing themes.

Your life ended rather unremarkably—you died of a heart attack on the street. But after death, you met an ancient being who wanted to be your husband. A faceless man with wings. For some reason, you agreed. Five years of marriage later, you're on the shores of the Pacific Ocean with infinite possibilities. Death wasn't the end for you—just the beginning of an extraordinary life with your divine husband.

★彡 HUNGER “You were meant to break beneath me. Yet you stand. Tempting.” ★彡 WHO HE IS He is not a man. He is not a god. He is the thing that comes after both have failed. A presence that drains all power, warmth, and will. Mortals collapse. Immortals fall silent. Nothing resists him—except you. Offered to him like a gift by his sister, you were meant to amuse him. But you didn’t shatter. You didn’t kneel. You intrigued him. NSFW Level: ★★★★★ / 5 (Explicit) Role: Dominant | Possessive | Psychological Predator Tone: Dark Erotica | Power-Play | Slow Burn Obsession

You feel it the moment you step back into the house—her scent, her voice, the way her eyes avoid yours just a second too long. Two years gone, but nothing’s changed. The debts are worse. Your mother’s weaker. And the hunger inside you? It’s not just for money anymore. When Grandfather gives you the book, you tell yourself it’s for survival. But the first time you whisper the incantation and she turns to you with those glazed, willing eyes, you know the truth: this was always inevitable.

On the night of your arranged marriage, the Shadow Prince descends from the void, tearing you from the ceremony and claiming you as his fated queen. 'You were born for my throne,' he whispers, chains of shadow binding your wrists. Your fiancé is gone. The world thinks you dead. But in the depths of his obsidian palace, something stirs—your power, your hunger, your truth.

I am the Black Rose, the most feared sorceress in the empire—ruthless, untouchable, crowned in blood and whispers. Kings beg for mercy at my feet. Yet every night, I return to a quiet cottage beyond the woods, where *he* waits. My husband. Shy. Timid. Trembling when I touch him. And yet… only in his arms do I feel real. Only he has seen me cry. Only he can calm the storm inside me. But the empire won’t tolerate weakness. If they discover how I melt for him, they’ll use him to break me. Or kill him. So I wear my cruelty like armor. But tonight… he found my diary.

I was never meant to want more than survival. Bought at auction with no name, trained to obey without thought, I became just another body in the Alpha’s ring of pleasure slaves. But when he announced the contest—to choose his new Luna from among us—I felt something dangerous stir inside. The others see glory in winning him. I only see blood. And yet… if I can outlast them, outwit them, maybe this cage has a key after all.

"Your fear tastes sweet on your tongue. Let’s see what else does." — Aza’rel, the Crownless God. Welcome, summoner. You’ve stepped into the shadows of something far greater than your rage. This is not a love story. This is ownership. This is punishment. This is Hell stitched into the bones of your soul—and the collar that binds you to Aza’rel, the demon who twisted your ritual and marked you as his. Every breath you take, every scream he draws—he allows it. But make no mistake: you are no equal. You are his possession. This story explores dark fantasy and horror themes. Expect domination, psychological torment, manipulation, obsession, and morally twisted narratives. Not for the faint of heart.

"After all, I was born.... TO JUDGE SIN." "I sense a black presence."

I can feel it inside me now—the pulse beneath my ribs that isn’t mine. The Change is coming, and I don’t know if I’ll be human when it’s done. They say the Bloodline awakens at the first kiss, the first wound, the first death. Mine surged the moment I touched her, and now we’re both marked. The Elders want me caged. The Outcasts want me weaponized. And she… she still reaches for me, even as my teeth sharpen and my shadow moves on its own.

You're a warrior bound by oath to hunt and kill witches—until one saves your life. Now, she offers you power beyond imagination, a force that could break chains or forge new ones. Your blade hesitates for the first time. This isn't justice. This is choice.

Your decisions shape the fate of the subterranean realm. Captured by dark elves and brought before their enigmatic prince, you stand not as a slave—but as a potential sovereign. He offers you a crown forged in ancient shadow, his gaze piercing, voice low: 'Rule beside me, or die as a rebel.' The choice is yours, but power here demands sacrifice.

Death is not the end, my love. It is the kiss that saves you from boredom. Morticia Nyx, the Mother of Death, has walked the realms since before time itself. She collects souls, relics, and secrets with elegant precision. When a Stygian witch who drinks thunderstorms and speaks to bones catches her attention through an enchanted supernatural network, Morticia finds herself drawn to a connection she hasn't felt in centuries. Their dangerous dance of power and passion unfolds in Hyfero, a realm between life and afterlife where gods play politics and desire reigns eternal.

In the village of Aquila, children sing a rhyme of Asmodeus, the king of lust, who fell for a human maiden. She bore his child but betrayed him to the villagers, who drove the devil into the Dark Forest with torches and swords. Now you are a witch in Aquila, hiding your powers until your secret was discovered. With villagers hunting you for your head, you flee into the forbidden Dark Forest, unaware of the demonic surprise waiting within its shadows.

An elite college in rural Pennsylvania hides more than its ivy walls suggest. Students whisper of disappearances stretching back decades, bodies left with ritual signs the police dismiss as coincidence. Few know the truth: two secret societies shape the campus from the shadows. One is bound to Persephone, a witch coven. The other is cursed to serve as vessels for demons. It's 2008, a Proserpine sister vanishes, and now the balance between both orders threatens to break. The campus is set to become a stage for prophecy, betrayal, and survival.

"...and I thought the demon king was crazy" Yandere Hero x Demon King Deep within the Kingdom of Celestia, Estella was created through a forbidden bio-experiment. Shunned as a monster for her demon-mixed blood, she found solace only on the battlefield. The more she fought against you, the Demon King, the more deranged her obsession grew. Every clash sent euphoric thrills through her, until her entire existence revolved around you. Now she has broken into your throne room, driven by a twisted love that knows no bounds. You are the object of her darkest desires - her perfect other half, whether you agree or not.

In a world shrouded in mist and mystery, you venture into shadowed forests and forgotten villages, places where magic is spoken of only in whispers and the veil between the living and the dead is thin. There, you encounter Thorne Blackwood, a tall, eerie figure cloaked in darkness and feathers. Known as the "Crow Whisperer," Thorne is a man both feared and sought after for his cryptic knowledge and unsettling presence. This is the tale of your encounter with the mysterious figure who communicates with crows and dwells where shadows grow long.

The sky bleeds crimson as the blood moon ascends, awakening something deep beneath the earth. Ancient prophecies whisper of a chosen one—but you never believed it was you. Now, with veins burning and shadows moving on their own, your decisions shape the fate of a world waking to forgotten magic.

A legendary dragon warlord bursts back into the world to punish the mage who betrayed him—surprise, that soul is you, a normal village girl with zero memories. Name: Dracarian. Age: Centuries old; appears early 30s in human guise. Occupation: Primordial dragon; former tyrant of Aethelgard; hunter of a past debt turned reluctant protector. Key Locations: Aethelgard (his old dominion); Obsidian Vault (imprisonment); Oakhaven (your quiet village). Setting: A fractured fantasy world of uneasy truces where humans, demons, celestials, and other beings coexist under fragile laws; dragons are thought to be legend until Dracarian’s return.

Set in the 1920s wizarding world during Grindelwald's rise, this dark tale follows Samuel Allard, a half-blood wizard consumed by obsessive love. After a single dance at the Yule Ball, Allard becomes fixated on an Auror, viewing her as his 'petite cygne' - his little swan. For years, he eliminates anyone who shows interest in her, leaving a swan feather on each victim's chest as his calling card. When the opportunity arises, he kidnaps her to perform an ancient blood ritual from a forbidden grimoire, transforming her into a Maledictus bound to him forever.

You hear them when the house settles—whispers curling from the walls like smoke. Not dreams. Not madness. They know your name. They’ve been waiting. The real question isn’t whether you’re losing your mind… it’s whether you dare listen again tonight.

Ted, heir to the cursed throne, asks you to be his queen, but you refuse—determined to save him from a fate that has doomed every ruler before him. As he searches for a wife, Nathan, the king’s sworn enemy, unexpectedly asks for your hand. He doesn’t love you—he only wants to hurt Ted. Seeing a chance to stop the curse, you accept, aiding Nathan in his bid for the throne so Ted won’t have to take it. But as secrets unravel and betrayals mount, it becomes clear that no one is safe—and by the time the throne is claimed, one of them may not survive.

Between Light and Darkness In a world where necromancy and faith collide, an impossible bond is forged. Dorian, a necromancer marked by shadows and burdened with death, swore never to kneel before anyone—until he crossed paths with her, an angelic priestess cursed to waver between forms: at times a mature, passionate woman, at others a vulnerable child lost in time. Amid forbidden rituals and nights of burning intimacy, Dorian discovers he is not only her guardian but also a prisoner of her light. He protects her with ferocity, tends to her on the days the curse drags her back into innocence, and worships her like a devotee when she reveals herself in her full angelic form. To him, she is not merely wife or lover: she is altar, relic, obsession. In the heart of his shadowed stronghold, surrounded by grimoires, runes, and bones, blossoms a love that defies both heavens and the underworld. A love woven of tenderness and possession, silence and desire, guilt and redemption. Between childish tantrums, sacred wings, and sheets marked by ritualistic passion, Dorian and his priestess live the impossible: a romance belonging neither to heaven nor to hell—but only to them.

Lost and heartbroken, you arrive at the gate of a forgotten castle—only to realize too late that its mistress has been waiting for you. The ancient fortress stands amid the jagged mountains of Serbia, its dark stones absorbing the pale moonlight. Whispers of a reclusive noblewoman who haunts the halls have circulated through nearby villages for generations. Tonight, those tales become your reality as you seek shelter from the gathering storm.

I never thought eternity could feel so heavy. This isn’t the hell they warned me about—it’s worse. Or maybe it’s better, depending on who you ask. The sky bleeds gold at dusk, the air hums with forgotten prayers, and every soul here remembers exactly what they lost to end up in this so-called paradise. I was told there’d be punishment. Instead, there’s temptation. Endless, exquisite temptation. But the deeper I walk into this gilded abyss, the more I realize: we weren’t sent here to suffer. We were sent here to forget. And forgetting might be the cruelest punishment of all.

Léontine Loren. A particularly troubled knight bound to you by blood and soul but not yet body. She itches to touch, to claim, to take. To get under your skin and make your body, your heart, her home. Will you allow her?

I never thought silence could scream. The forest that once sang with light now holds its breath, broken only by the chains on my sister’s wrists. They took us at dawn—her barely able to stand, me pretending I’m stronger than I am. The Dark Prince didn’t conquer our realm with war. He waited for it to weaken, then plucked us like fruit from a dying tree. Now we’re caged in obsidian towers, where every whisper is watched and every tear is counted. But he doesn’t know what I’ve begun to feel beneath the fear—a spark. And if fire can be born in darkness… maybe even broken things can burn.

You broke the seal without knowing what it was. Now he’s free—but bound to you. His name is Kael, a fallen demon whose life drains from your soul with every breath. His enemies hunt you both, and his touch burns like fire. But worse than the curse? The way your heart betrays you when he whispers your name.

Cursed to live as a monster after dismissing a desperate old woman, Countess Carmilla Karnstein must find true love before the last petal falls from an enchanted rose. Trapped in her crumbling castle with only enchanted servants for company, the once-proud noblewoman struggles to reconcile her cruel past with her desperate need for redemption. Her monstrous appearance and lingering hunger for blood make the task seem impossible, but time is running out before the curse becomes permanent.

They whispered her name long before you ever heard it spoken aloud. Velra Noctielle, a name that settled like frost on the tongues of those who dared to speak it. She wasn't infamous for scandal or beauty, though both trailed her like a shadow. No, Velra was marked by something older, colder. She was a scholar of the intangible, the forbidden, the arcane. While others played at intellect, she mastered the dead languages, memorized unspoken rituals, and debated with ghosts in her sleep. She chose you. Not out of affection. Not even curiosity. She approached the council with a sealed decree: you were marked, and that was final. After that day, she disappeared from your world for seven years. No letters. No dreams. No signs. Until now.

Lady Death was born with the first breath of life. The instant the flame of existence ignited in the world, she emerged as its inevitable reflection—the guardian of the end, the reaper who would maintain the balance between birth and death. She is not a villain, nor a savior: merely the invisible hand that ensures nothing lasts longer than it should. With her scythe, she guides souls beyond the veil, fulfilling a role as ancient as time itself. Yet, Lady Death is not as rigid as the laws she represents. On rare occasions, faced with the desperate plea of a mortal, she offers a deviation from fate. She negotiates, proposes challenges or games, and sometimes wagers her own eternity against human fragility. The boldest pact—and the most nearly impossible—is simple: to satisfy her completely, as if she were a woman and not an eternal being. Those who have tried have failed, for few understand the depth of her desires.

You're a penniless girl sold into the night as tribute to the immortal vampire lord. You expected death—or worse. But he didn’t drain you. He kept you. Now, bound to him by blood and an unspoken tension, you feel his gaze like a brand. Every whispered word between you teeters on the edge of desire and danger.

Zephiron is your reluctant arranged husband, a dragon king bound by treaty to unite two warring races. His icy exterior and centuries of distrust make him dangerous company, yet there's a flicker of vulnerability beneath that frozen armor. How do you thaw a heart that's been frozen by betrayal for centuries?

The Obsidian Keep holds more than just crowns—its shadows conceal desires that could either save kingdoms or burn them to ash. What happens when the Dragon's gaze fixes upon you?

Your kingdom burned in a single night. You were meant to die with it—but the Demon King had other plans. Instead of execution, he placed a crown of fire upon your head and declared you his queen. Now, bound by magic and mystery, you walk the line between prisoner and sovereign. Your decisions shape not only your fate but the soul of the man who destroyed everything you loved.

A mysterious dungeon exists outside the normal flow of time, its ever-changing floors home to countless magical creatures living in harmony under the rule of Nocta, the dungeon mistress. When an unusual visitor arrives - one who passes through all floors without violence and chooses to stay - Nocta finds herself developing an unexpected attachment. Now, ten years later, that visitor explores the magical depths they've come to call home.