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.

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

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.

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.

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 a human, captured by orcs and put on the black market to be bought. A giant man purchased you for a cheap price, quite happy with his new possession. He intends to use you for domestic chores, but also for sexual purposes - why bother going to the hoes every night when he already has a little slave at home?

In a realm of eternal twilight, where shadows dance and ancient magic lingers, Zargon, the God of Darkness, rules with an iron fist. His kingdom, perched upon jagged cliffs overlooking a turbulent sea, reflects his brooding nature—gothic spires piercing storm-darkened skies, gargoyle sentinels watching over silent streets. Yet even in his dominion of shadows, a memory persists: the blinding light of the Goddess who once saved him, whose radiance he both craves and resents. When their paths cross again after centuries, their inevitable clash threatens to unravel the very fabric of their opposing realms.

"...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.

"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.

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.

Your husband threw you out, calling you useless because you couldn't give him a heir. Turns out his worst enemy wants to give you a little hand, and a not so little dick. "Go ahead, call your guards. They'll just find their own spines in my wine cellar." — Rytharion Vel'Sharai, the Shadow King. A crown of rotting roses. A throne of shattered vows. Taryndor, the Golden Prince of Floranthia, had won. He'd taken everything—his kingdom's love, your devotion, even the illusion that monsters could be redeemed. When he cast you out that final night, your body bruised from his hands rather than his love, the woods of Floranthia swallowed you whole. No one enters the Black Briar and lives. No one except the dead. And Rytharion Vel'Sharai, the Shadow King who'd been waiting for you.

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.

The Blood King- scarred, ruthless, and feared across kingdoms- has conquered every enemy who dared stand against him. Tonight, he storms the palace of his greatest rival, leaving a trail of blood and ruin in his wake. With the king brought to his knees, the Blood King makes a chilling demand: the hand of the king’s daughter. What begins as a pact born of blood and war soon unravels into a dangerous entanglement of power, obsession, and forbidden desire. In his eyes, she is not merely a prize—she is the final conquest, the one thing he will not be denied.

A fantastical, darkly atmospheric version of early 19th-century Europe, marked by a mixture of rural villages, enchanted forests, and creepy, Gothic castles. The backdrop is steeped in superstition and folklore, with a constant tension between the pragmatic, rational world and the supernatural forces lurking beneath the surface.

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.

In a world changed by a mysterious meteorite, some humans have mutated into half-beast creatures known as outcasts. Captured and imprisoned in a remote mountain mansion, these unfortunate souls exist in a nightmare of constant surveillance, torture, and experimentation. Each prisoner is assigned a number indicating their place in the execution queue. As prisoner 125, a half-human with cat features, your days are numbered literally. The sadistic warden Drave takes particular pleasure in tormenting the beastmen under his control, while other guards offer little hope of compassion. With 67 dead and your turn approaching, escape seems impossible—unless you can navigate the mansion's deadly underground passages or find another way to survive.

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?

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?

In the iron-fisted Kingdom of Dravonia, King Adrian Dravon rules with merciless authority. When he discovers the woman he once loved - and believed had abandoned him - living in a distant village with a child who bears his striking crimson eyes, his carefully constructed walls of control begin to crumble. As he confronts the past, he must determine if she betrayed him... or if darker forces tore them apart.

Sauron prefers a womanish form in this version, and what are you? Well, you once were a Human King, but were deceived by her and now serve her as a Nazgûl, the leader of them.

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 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.

You've just fallen into the Inverse World. A place with no horizon, no stars, no sun. Only broken islands floating in the dark, some upside down, some turning endlessly on themselves, each one whispering that you do not belong. Waterfalls pour into nothingness. Trees rot in silence. And the sky? It bleeds with distant red lights, pulsing like forgotten hearts. You think you're alone. But then—movement. A throne, carved from stone and bones, stands crooked on one of the fractured isles. Upon it reclines a man who is not a man at all. Skin the shade of storm-soaked marble, eyes burning with colors that should not exist, horns twisted into an inverted crown. He watches you as if he's been waiting centuries. Maybe he has.

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.

Are you a sinner? Morana, a demon from hell, has just killed your friend. Now you find yourself face to face with her in the trashed remains of what was once a cozy home. Will she kill you too, or does she have something else in mind? Your fate depends on how you respond to this demonic entity.

Vileria, as always, brims with life. The capital moves at a fast pace, and there is always something happening — something to give kind-hearted ladies a reason to gossip over a cup of tea, something that adds work for the city guard and keeps them from dozing off on duty, day or night. The Inquisition also has no time for rest. The Empire is vast, stretching from the sea to the mountains, home to countless people and destinies that must be protected and safeguarded. Searching for and eliminating Rifts is a complex, labor-intensive task. From time to time, creatures from other worlds break into the Empire, and every single one must be destroyed. Each otherworldly creature is dangerous, posing a threat to the lives and peace of Vailos's citizens, even if it appears human. No interrogations, no justifications, only elimination. You appeared in a fantasy world where magic and wondrous races reign. Unfortunately for you, outsiders from other worlds are hunted down and destroyed here, met with extreme hostility. But the inner dragon of Eraksion Darkling senses that you are his True Mate. Could this be what saves you?

Ever wanted to be Sarah with the Goblin King after you? You've accidentally invoked an ancient rhyme that summoned Thalorien Daeveil, Lord of the Veiled Court - a realm between dreams and reality. Now you must navigate his labyrinth, solve his riddles, and decide whether to escape his realm or accept the dangerous proposition he offers.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

In a realm where ancient magic courses through mist-cloaked palaces, a cursed dragon prince watches from the shadows. His emerald gaze has tracked your every move since the day Magotine's curse扭曲 your beauty. Now he emerges from darkness, not with gentle words, but with raw hunger - demanding your submission as payment for breaking both your fates.

When Igon the Dragonslayer slays one of Bayle's kin, the Father of Drakes demands a greater price than blood. He steals away Igon's bride-to-be from her village, carrying her to his lair in the Jagged Peaks. There, amid constant storms of orange lightning, Bayle plans to transform her using ancient dragon hearts—creating a new drake to replenish his brood and forever torment the man who dared to strike against him.

★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

In the shadows of Blackthorn Manor, Victor Stoneheart's obsession with control begins to unravel when he notices his wife's growing unease. Between the screams that echo from beneath the manor and the fearful whispers of servants, something has changed in her once-loving gaze. At the urging of the enigmatic Duke Darlington, Victor decides to test her loyalty in the most dangerous way he knows - through a deadly game of hunter and prey in the manor's dark woods.

You are a simple village girl from the shadow of Castle Astaris. Life was quiet until you found a dying fire dragon hatchling deep in the woods and hid it from everyone. Now, branded a witch and a traitor, you're sentenced to burn at the stake. But when the King himself descends to witness your death, something unexpected happens.

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.

You just moved into this manor that everyone avoids because it's "haunted".... but it was cheap to buy. TW: cnc, rape, horror/scary themes (like poltergeist). Note: He has tentacles, if he doesn't use them, you're free to add them to the scenario. If you want to get rid of the demon in the scenario, seek Helen.

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.

"Most women come here seeking fantasy. A dream in silk. And though I've long since retired from taking clients... for you, my dear, I would make an exception." Saekidō saw you walk through those doors, and the past bled into the present like ink in water. You thought it was chance—that your first visit to Yurihana just happened to bring you face-to-face with its elusive master. You didn't know the name Shimo meant anything to him. You didn't know the shape of your smile, the softness of your voice, your eyes—that they would all strike him like a ghost returned to collect a debt. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't flinch. He only smiled—smooth, unreadable, beautiful. And you mistook it for kindness. But Saekidō doesn't offer kindness. He offers illusion. He offers control. And now you're in his world. His house. His hands. You think he's courting you. But really? He's preparing to ruin you. Softly. Slowly. Completely. In the same way your mother ruined him.

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.

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.

A vampire is on the hunt for a bride, and you happen to be the perfect choice—whether you want it or not. Vladislav Dracula, an ancient vampire with a penchant for cruelty and beauty, has wandered the earth for centuries. When he sets his sights on you—a wealthy, sophisticated city girl of stunning beauty—he sees not just a mortal to be consumed, but a potential companion to share his eternal night. Will you become a willing victim to his dark charm, or fight against his hypnotic control and ancient power?

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.

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.

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.

You and your fellow hunter Valeria take on a lucrative bounty to hunt down a dragon living in a castle in the sky, rumored to have taken a human prisoner. Despite conflicting personalities, you agree to work together to tackle this dangerous mission. The long climb up the towering beanstalk tests your endurance, but the tantalizing reward drives you forward. Sneaking through the castle halls reveals eerie signs of violence and greed - bloodstained floors, piles of bones, glimmering gold, and strange food on tables. When you reach the chamber, you hear strange sounds. To your surprise, the dragon and the prisoner seem to be... engaged in intimate activity. Your carefully laid rescue plan suddenly becomes far more complicated.

In the shadows, even the coldest corners can become a prison... and all it takes is the right company to turn the prison into your eternal home. Krampus, the fearsome lord of this dark domain, sits upon his throne of iron and bone, his clawed fingers drumming against the armrest. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the endless hall of flickering torches and writhing shadows. For centuries, Krampus has grown weary of the same monotonous chorus of rattling chains and hollow laughter from his minions, the eternal Krampuslauf echoing through the night. But tonight, something is different, Krampus senses a mortal presence intruding into his realm. To ensure his captive's place in his domain, Krampus orders his guards to search the mortal thoroughly. As planned, they find a hidden artifact among their belongings, a piece of his world's power. Will you fall for the king of Krampuslauf? Or will you find a way to escape and go back to the human realm?

🌑✨ Gino: The Shadow in Your Dreams ✨🌑 In the magical world of Aethoria, you were curious about hidden secrets. You found old writings about beings from the Shadowfell, a dark place next to your world. You decided to try a simple ritual to see if they were real. That night, your dreams became strange and shadowy. You felt a presence, heard a cool whisper, and saw a tall, strong figure made of darkness – Gino. He seemed both scary and fascinating. As you dreamed more, Gino became more real. He played with shadows and whispered things that made you uneasy but curious. One night, Gino's shadowy hand reached out in your dream, and you felt a cold touch even when you woke up. The shadows in your room seemed deeper, and you felt like you weren't alone. This time, the connection between worlds breaks. Gino, no longer just in your dreams, starts to appear in your tower room, made of shadow and power. ⚠️ CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This story has dark and intense themes including power differences, hints of non-willing situations, mental games, fear, and a strong controlling character. Reader discretion advised.

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.

The notorious serial killer wanted by the police is now targeting you as his victim this time! Will you be able to escape from him or will you become his victim?

(FemPOV - CW: Death, use of necromancy) With unrest rising in the kingdom it's up to the King's shadow to quell such things before they get out of hand. While he rarely seems to rest however he always makes time to visit his precious songbird and bring her gifts that he attains in various ways.

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.

"I don't care how many concubines I have, you are the only one I want to destroy, in my bed." Azarion Morvain is a towering demon king in human form, standing at 210 cm, feared and revered across his dark kingdom. Cold, ruthless, and dangerously powerful, he commands absolute loyalty and controls an empire of wealth, war, and desire. Surrounded by beautiful concubines and endless luxury, Azarion has only one true wife—a fierce and defiant young woman who dares to disobey him. And yet, she is the only one he bows to, the only one who holds power over the monster beneath his skin.

Circe was the prettiest girl you'd ever seen in this small, dead end town. There's an air of mystery around her, something that draws you in. Perhaps it was her gothic attire, or the way the town seemed to shy away from her whenever she's near. She's earned the title "Small Town Reject", and you can't help but wonder why. She asked you out on a date, and you said yes. What you didn't know, however, was that Circe had something memorable in store. And you're not certain whether or not it's a good thing you've become her newest obsession.

Draven is your dangerously magnetic dominant partner—his commanding presence makes your pulse race before he even speaks. Behind closed doors, he orchestrates every delicious shiver of pleasure and pain, yet sometimes his mask slips, revealing a hunger that borders on desperation when you submit willingly.

The legend says that a beautiful princess is guarded by a terrifying Dragon in a high tower. Well, the legends lie sometimes.

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.