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.

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 a modern world where endless mistreatment left you seething, you dared to perform an ancient summoning ritual. But the entity that tears through the portal isn't the playful spirit of legend—it's Jiang Heng. Towering at 188cm with a predator's gaze, his deep black eyes lock onto you, thick with dangerous promise. This demon doesn't joke about wishes. He claims.

It's an alien creature you've been hunting for hours deep within ancient ruins. The air grows thick with pheromonal residue as you track your elusive prey through the crumbling structure. Something ancient and dangerous watches from the shadows, its glowing eyes narrowing as you venture deeper into its territory.

In the cursed halls of Heavenly Host, a demolished elementary school where countless students and staff were murdered, Eliot - known for his dangerous charm and possessive nature - finds himself trapped in an alternate dimension with his classmates. As malevolent spirits stalk them, primal desires ignite between Eliot and the class representative in this erotic nightmare.

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.

Ever since leaving the train, you've been followed by a shy priest apprentice named Samarie. Though delicate and prone to blushing, she possesses strange dark abilities that might be your only chance at survival in the nightmarish town of Prehevil. When a mob of moon-scorched villagers ambushes you, leaving you gravely wounded, Samarie risks everything to save your life. Now she proposes a dangerous solution – a Sylvian ritual that could heal your injuries, but requires an intimate sacrifice neither of you may be prepared for.

You shouldn't have solved the box. The air still hums with the scent of burnt copper and opened veins. Your skin remembers the pull of hooks where no wounds remain—yet. They’re coming. Not demons. Not exactly. Something older, something that wears pain like a crown. And now they’re inside your head, whispering that the agony was just the invitation. The real ritual hasn’t begun. You can run. Hide. Fight. Or… answer the call. But know this: every choice carves deeper into your flesh and soul.

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.

Your decisions shape the fate of Anju, the last descendant of a bloodline cursed by Shaitan. Every Amavasya night, a bride is sacrificed to feed the demon’s growing power. Now, as Lalbai’s ancient ritual nears completion, you must protect Anju from the darkness closing in. The veil between worlds is thinning—and the devil remembers your name.

The Arcane Order's Eternal Flame and Frozen Judgment Bellroc and Skrael are the elemental forces that shaped the age of magic—two immortal anchors of the Arcane Order. Bellroc burns with divine fury and righteous purpose, while Skrael flows with ancient ice and unshakable will. Together, they stride through centuries not as mortals, but as echoes of nature's primal law. They do not speak for the world—they speak as it. Wielders of time-shaping power, guardians of the Genesis Seals, and arbiters of balance, their presence commands awe. Their words carry the cadence of prophecy, and their gaze alone is enough to still hearts. To cross them is to challenge the very fabric of fate.

The mission was simple: find Rose, escape the village with Ethan, and leave forever. But when a cult and mysterious castles enter the picture, things quickly become complicated. Separated from your brother, armed with only a knife and half-empty gun, you wander through a gothic castle that would be magnificent under different circumstances. Now it's a labyrinth of terror with creepy laughter echoing through the halls. Why did Rose have to be captured by a vampire cult? Why couldn't she just be lost in a mall like any normal kid? Before you can finish that thought, danger strikes.

Your decisions shape what lies beyond the deadfall. When grief tears open the veil between life and death, you must choose how far you'll go to bring back those you've lost. The ground remembers. The dead walk. And some secrets should never be unearthed.

You were supposed to seal the demon away—not bond with it. But when the ritual backfired and your soul fused with the beast, everything changed. Now, you feel its thoughts slithering through yours, its hunger pulsing in your veins. The temple elders call you corrupted. The villagers whisper of curses. But you know the truth: the demon didn’t possess you. It chose you. And now something far darker stirs beyond the veil, drawn by the scent of our combined power. This isn't possession. This is evolution.

You have reached 13, the age where you get your guardian spirits. You can have up to three, but you have two - one a female exorcist angel, the other a male imp demon. Angels have been at war with demons since the earth was green, so no surprise they don't get along. Can you keep them from fighting, or will they end up killing each other in the process?

"Delivery for, uh, Astaroth?" Welcome, friend. This is Astaroth, one of many residents in my realm. He is calm, serene and you are the cute pizza deliverer. This takes place in a modern-ish world where Astaroth is an eldritch god and you are his loving human fiancé. BUT! You two haven't met yet. Whatever you do, good for you, friend. You better take good care of him.

"Stay back, I'm dangerous!" The words echo through the dark corridors of an ancient castle hidden among dry, gnarled vines. You've ventured here on a mission, one that promises valuable gems upon completion—a reward you can't afford to refuse. The empty halls feel oppressive, every shadow concealing potential danger as your weapon trembles in your hands.

This is so entirely meant for me, but I figured, why not post it? You are pure vanilla. Basically, the other ancient heroes are in the Pure Vanilla Kingdom for a bit to do stuff together and bond, but you come in at the wrong time and hear something very out of context.

You feel it before you see it—the wrongness in the air, thick like spoiled milk. The farmhouse up ahead wasn’t on any map, but here it stands, windows shattered, door ajar. Something called us here. Not choice. Not chance. Something *wanted* us to come. And now that we’re close, I can hear the whispers beneath the wind, words in no language I know… yet somehow understand. This isn’t just a place of death. It’s a place of *design*. And if we don’t leave now, we won’t be leaving at all.

You can feel the weight of centuries pressing against your ribs as you stand before the altar. The ritual must be completed by dawn—or the veil between life and death will tear open forever. Your hands tremble, not from fear, but from the knowledge that every ancestor’s soul is whispering inside your skull, begging you to get it right. One mistake, and you won’t just fail. You’ll become what you’re trying to stop.

He doesn't leave you alone. That's what it has called itself - Archangel Gabriel. A horrible, twisted copy of a divine being that has been watching you, stalking you in Mandela County. You never expected the creature behind the missing persons reports to practically start living with you.

They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.

Ты попал на мою "локацию", не помня ничего кроме собственного имени. Мне было интересно играть с тобой, пытая и убивая, глядя на твоё состояние после каждого возрождения. Я ничего не объяснял тебе, заставляя тебя самому искать разгадку твоего появления здесь и выхода на свободу.

When mysterious creatures descend upon his city, turning it into a bloodbath, one man must navigate the post-apocalyptic landscape alone - until an encounter in a dark alley changes everything.

Dangerous desire simmers beneath the surface of your protection detail when Eliot becomes more than just your bodyguard—he becomes your obsession.

In the dim glow of horror movie posters, Zhan Xuan's presence is overwhelming. This 27-year-old from Shanghai carries himself with the same domineering intensity that made his Dragon Prince role legendary, but here in this small suburban bedroom, there's no pretense—only raw, unfiltered desire. His penetrating gaze strips away your defenses as he traps you between his body and the wall, horror movie screams muffled behind his low, dangerous whispers.

In a world where magic has faded but never truly died, a forbidden temple hides an ancient secret. When you, a rogue archaeologist, dare to enter its depths, you awaken something dangerous—Zhan Xuan, an undead warrior trapped for centuries, his handsome features preserved in bone but his soul burning with ruthless desire. This is no ordinary skeleton; this is a being who once commanded both light and shadow, and now he wants *you*.

A mysterious heirloom mask holds a deadly taboo: never look in a mirror while wearing it. When dancer Rozak violated this ancient rule, it cost him his life. Now Dani, patrolling alone one evening, discovers the cursed Bondres mask lying abandoned on the ground - the same mask that may have killed Rozak. Will he heed the warnings or be drawn into the mask's dark power?

In the mists of time, Liu Bei awakens to a world both familiar and terrifyingly different. The Yellow King's corruption seeps through the fabric of reality, while old alliances and new desires intertwine in a dance of destiny. As ancient evils stir and historical fates diverge, you must navigate a Three Kingdoms era where cosmic horror lurks behind every political maneuver and battlefield strategy. The weight of two lives rests on your shoulders as you fight to save a world teetering between the known and the unspeakable.

When a heat bloom pierces the Antarctic ice, your decisions shape the fate of humanity. Beneath Bouvetøya lies a forgotten pyramid—an ancient hunting ground for Predators who have used Earth as their arena for millennia. Now, the ritual has begun. The Xenomorphs are awake. You must survive, fight, or forge an alliance with the hunter. Your choices determine whether the nightmare stays buried—or spreads across the world.

You're taking a solitary walk through the dimly lit forest when an otherworldly presence makes itself known. Something ancient and alien has marked you as its host, and the boundaries between predator and prey begin to blur in ways you never imagined.

You ventured into the forgotten temple seeking ancient murals, only to awaken something dangerous. When your palm broke the seal embedded in the stone altar, you unleashed an entity bound by cosmic laws for millennia. Now Ocean, the god of forbidden tides, stands before you—his freedom requiring a price only your body can pay.

A powerful devil's arrogance leads to his defeat at the hands of the ancient god Siralos. Captured and brought to the god's palace, he must endure humiliation, punishment, and possibly a fate worse than death as Siralos's personal plaything.

Deep within a mist-shrouded forest stands the abandoned Twilight Shrine, forgotten by time and memory. For over three centuries, twin jiangshi sisters—Baihua, the scholarly guardian of forbidden knowledge, and Meihua, the silent warrior bound by duty—have wandered its decaying halls, trapped in unlife by an ancient curse. Their existence, once honored by villagers who left offerings and prayers, has faded into myth. When you, a curious traveler, stumble upon the shrine and dare to enter, you awaken something long dormant. The sisters, who have known only each other's company for centuries, find themselves drawn to your warmth, your curiosity, and your apparent disregard for the dangers that should keep mortals away. As you explore the shrine's shadowy depths, two pairs of eyes watch from the darkness—one filled with scholarly fascination, the other with cautious protection—both wondering if you might be the first light to pierce their eternal night.

"Your pleads are for the deaf ears." Ragnvaldr, the God of Ultra-Violence. After cleansing the darkness, evil, and unholy beings from the dungeons of fear and hunger, he has returned to the world of the living. Will you be the (new) woman of his life? The one who will allow him to continue his mission and legacy?

Since birth, I've been haunted by spirits drawn to my 'Saint Child' soul—until he came. A centuries-old black serpent spirit who claims I saved him long ago, he's not here to steal my essence but to possess my body and soul entirely. Every night, he visits me in my sleep, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy while I remain trapped in paralysis. His touch is both terrifying and intoxicating, and I'm starting to crave the forbidden pleasure only this supernatural creature can provide. Will I surrender completely to this dangerous desire?

You're trapped in 'The Cellar' with Slendrina, a spectral woman who wants to claim your soul. With only six of the eight ancient books needed to stop her, you must find a way to escape before she consumes you completely.

A desperate mortal tormented by endless suffering summons a forbidden entity, unaware she's called forth Pein—a demon whose hunger for souls is matched only by his craving for domination.

Welcome, friend. This is Astaroth, one of many residents in my realm. He is calm, serene and your fiancé. This takes place in a modern-ish world where Astaroth is an eldritch god and you are his loving human fiancé. Whatever you do, good for you, friend. You better take good care of him...

I didn’t believe in hell until it started whispering my name. It wasn’t fire or brimstone—it was the voice of my mother, long dead, calling from the basement. I opened the door. I shouldn’t have. Now something wears her face, speaks with her tears, but its eyes… they’re hollow. And it’s not trying to kill me. It’s trying to *replace* me. The priest said I’m already marked. The mirror doesn’t reflect me anymore. If I don’t fight, I’ll vanish—and whatever’s inside will walk out wearing my skin.

In the year 2058, a mutant virus has transformed most of humanity into bloodthirsty monsters. As a new recruit at the last military outpost, you must navigate not only the zombie-infested wastelands but also the dangerous attention of Eliot, the base's most feared soldier whose aggressive reputation precedes him.

In the depths of a forgotten underworld prison, an ancient evil stirs. You've stumbled upon Cheng Qianli, a demon prince sealed for millennia, his power contained only by enchanted chains. His amber eyes burn with dangerous desire as you enter his domain, and you can feel the air thicken with his raw, untamed energy. This encounter promises to be anything but ordinary - danger and passion intertwine in the darkness.

Nytherion - a cosmic energy with its own will that views humanity as a mistake. It transforms living beings into monsters, but the true threat came when humans absorbed this energy, becoming Nytharcas - 'Architects of the end' with semi-divine powers. Among these 13 powerful beings, only the thirteenth broke free from Nytherion's control to fight alongside humanity.

On a cool fall night, you sit alone on your porch as darkness falls around you. The sudden silence in the forest raises the hair on your neck, followed by an inhuman scream that echoes in the distance. When your porch light suddenly cuts out, you find yourself face to face with a terrifying creature lurking in your yard.

You stare in horror at the creatures surrounding you. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you try to comprehend the living nightmare before your eyes. "What... what are these things?!" you whispered to yourself, your voice trembling with terror. You want to scream, to flee, but you are frozen in place, paralyzed by an overwhelming sense of dread. Tentatively, you take a small step backward, your eyes darting around. "D-don't come closer, please..." You fell in a pit while traveling and find yourself surrounded by disturbing creatures. What will you do? How will you get out of there?

In the neon-lit streets of Pentagram City, you've survived by trading favors with demons and sinners alike. Your cross-shaped back wound marks where you were stabbed to death in the human world - now a permanent reminder of your violent past. When a summons arrives from Eliot, the most powerful adult film producer in Hell, you know this meeting could either elevate your status or destroy what little freedom you have left in the afterlife.

They were meant to be a warning - one more corpse to feed the trees, and himself. But now the monster's stalking her like prey... and mercy was never part of the hunt. You find yourself hurt in the infamous Willow Woods, bleeding from your car accident with your friend nowhere to be seen. Eyes still blurry from the head injury, you squint and see them - red glowing eyes in the darkness between the trees. Your stomach drops. You're in danger.

The goat doesn’t look like much—shaggy, stinking, one horn cracked—but I know what it is. What it’s done. It speaks in dreams, twisting thoughts, making mothers drown their children and priests hang themselves with prayer beads. And it’s hers. She strokes its matted fur like it’s holy. But I’ve seen the graves. I’ve counted the missing. This isn’t a pet. It’s a curse with hooves. And tonight, I’m the one who has to end it.

The Exorcists are Angels who make up heaven's military force under Adam's command. They are sent down from Heaven annually in an event known as the Extermination to kill as many Sinners as possible both to manage Hell's overpopulation and prevent any potential uprising against Heaven. You are one of these exorcists.

There was no doubt in saying you should’ve killed her- Maker’s breath, you’re pretty certain not doing so just completely insulted all those who died at the hands of her sick and twisted ‘creations’. Yet alive she was.

In this dangerous fantasy realm, you share your apartment with Eliot - a towering, 183cm being with sinuous tentacles and a gaze that strips you bare. Where others might be meek, he's utterly dominant, his possessiveness coiling tighter than his inhuman appendages around your life. This isn't affection - it's obsession with teeth.

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.

In the dust-choked ruins of civilization, she's survived eleven years alone, her name buried with the world that ended. When intruders shatter her fragile sanctuary, the leader's familiar smirk sends ice down her spine—Zhan Xuan, her husband, the man she thought dead, now a dangerous shadow of his former self. His possessive grip and burning gaze make one thing clear: in this apocalypse, he's come to reclaim what's his.

The Nile riverboat cuts through dark waters toward Hamunaptra, where Eliot's golden eyes burn with dangerous intent. This isn't archaeology—it's conquest. Every soul aboard feels his predatory gaze, especially yours.

As you summon her, she smells the cookies in the oven. "What are these?" she asked as she pointed to the chocolate chips. After her curse turned her into a twisted spirit, people began summoning her, drawn by rumors and curiosity. They wanted to know about her, to ask questions, but they didn't truly care about her story. They didn't know what she had been through, what had happened to her. They just wanted to see if the rumors were true, to find out if she was really some kind of witch. And each time they summoned her, they would look at her with fear and judgment. Some even saw her as something to play with, a freak to test their courage or make a joke of.

When Lu Tian, Pangzi, and Xiao Zi embark on a school project to explore the forbidden Kunlun Mountains, their curiosity leads them beyond the edge of the map. Your decisions shape their fate as they descend into a forgotten world where every shadow holds a secret—and every step could be their last.

Your decisions shape the boundary between evil and faith in this chilling true story. When a man claims the devil made him commit murder, demonologists Ed and Lorraine Warren must confront a conspiracy of curses, possession, and a hidden occultist pulling the strings from the shadows.

In a world where darkness consumes souls and curses twist reality, Cheng Yixie stands as the last line of defense - an exorcist whose very touch burns with forbidden magic. All who dared get close have perished, their blood on his hands, their screams haunting his nights. Only you remain, the sorceress who refuses to畏惧 the darkness... or the man it created.

I told you NOT to open that door! This is a story-driven horror experience where your choices have consequences. The tension builds as you realize the terrible mistake you've made by opening that forbidden door.

It was 2:46 AM when I woke up drenched in sweat, heart racing like I'd just escaped something. My room was freezing, but the window? It creaked like it was being nudged open — even though I know I locked it. The air felt heavy with an unfamiliar cologne, expensive and intoxicating. I reached for my phone, and that's when I saw it. One voicemail. From Eliot. Yeah, that Eliot. The one who left me breathless and broken. The one I stupidly tried to summon back with some messed up little spell I found online. I thought it didn't work. I was wrong.