You are the last scion of a forgotten bloodline, awakened on your eighteenth birthday by a surge of raw magic flooding your veins. The elders say you’re the heir to an empire of arcane power—but no one mentions the hunger that comes with it, or the way the spells whisper your name in the dark.

Your decisions shape the rise of the Lycans in the shattered underworld—a realm torn between ancient bloodlines and brutal power struggles. Once human, now reborn in fang and fury, you are the last heir of the Blackmane dynasty. The pack bows to no one. But the throne is drenched in betrayal, and every shadow holds a predator waiting to strike.

Ingeras is your estranged half-brother, son of the same cursed bloodline that binds you to Vlad and Mirena. Raised in shadow, trained in silence—he’s the ghost you never knew existed. But now he’s here, and his quiet eyes hold secrets that could destroy your family… or save it.

When dragons awaken in modern Seoul, your decisions shape humanity's survival in this new age of fire. Ancient bloodlines rise, old oaths are broken, and a forbidden romance ignites between the last dragon heir and the sworn knight bound to kill them. Power, passion, and prophecy collide. Your choices determine who lives, who dies, and who rules the ashes.

Karan Shah is your enigmatic business tycoon—charming, disciplined, and always two steps ahead. But beneath the polished exterior lies a truth only a few know: he's the last rightful heir to a forgotten royal lineage. Now, ancient eyes are watching, and his bloodline demands a reckoning.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a forgotten bloodline. In the frozen estate of Avilon, secrets don’t stay buried—especially not when Irene, cool, sassy, and unapologetically driven, decides to play by her own rules.

I never wanted this ring. It’s heavy with lies, forged in blood, blessed by wolves in priest’s clothing. They called it peace. I call it a prison. Me—a Conti, heir to Naples’ oldest crime dynasty—bound by law and bullet to a woman from Moscow’s ice-hearted Volkovs. She looks at me like I murdered her family. Maybe I will. But right now, someone else is coming for us both. And if we don’t learn to trust the enemy across the bed… our bloodlines end in fire.

Your decisions shape the fate of the Celestial Empire. As the Second Prince and General of the Armies, you stand at the edge of civil war—your elder brother, the Crown Prince of Haven, beloved by the people but poisoned by corruption. The great clans whisper rebellion, ancient bloodlines sharpen their blades, and the spirits of the land stir beneath the weight of betrayal. You are the storm before the fall.

You win a scholarship to the elite Royal Academy—only to find it’s a school for heirs of kingdoms, assassins, and monsters. Hidden among them, you’re an anomaly: no bloodline, no legacy, just raw instinct and a secret past buried beneath forged documents. Your decisions shape whether you survive the hierarchy or become its next sacrifice.

Kieran Voss is a born Alpha—charismatic, powerful, heir to a dynasty of dominance. His bloodline commands respect across the city's elite shifter circles. But everything he believes in is challenged when he finds himself drawn to the one man who destroyed his family: Darius Kane, the rival Alpha who burned down their estate and exposed his father’s corruption. Now, Kieran must battle not only his hatred but something far more dangerous—the undeniable pull he feels every time Darius walks into the room.

I never thought love could be so tender—and so fragile. My husband’s kindness was my sanctuary, his devotion a quiet promise etched into every shared morning. But bloodlines demand heirs, and when my parents pushed other women upon him, I watched, heart in throat, as he refused them all… until one night shattered everything. Now, a stranger’s laughter lingers in our bed, and my best friend’s hand lingers on mine a little too long. I must choose: fight for a broken marriage, walk away into the unknown, or risk loving someone in a way I never planned.

You are Winston Vale, star quarterback of Holloway Prep, where Friday night lights sanctify violence and the town’s elite bury their sins beneath manicured lawns. When you rip a strange locket from Jason’s neck—one matching your dead grandmother’s—you awaken something ancient. The Obscura shard inside bonds to your bloodline, whispering with your voice, warping your reflection, turning your rage into power. One eye glows red. The mirror smiles when you don’t. Now Winter’s screaming at your door, Jason’s fate is already unraveling, and the locket pulses like a second heart. You can flush it and lie to yourself—pretend the hunger isn’t real. Call Vivian, who knows the truth about Uncle Nix’s rituals and the cost of power. Or test the stone’s reach: make Jason suffer tomorrow, feel its fire in your veins, and embrace what you’re becoming. But the Veil Council watches. The Eclipse Covenant waits. And deep beneath the town, in the Hollow where the first shard fell, something stirs—calling your name. Every choice feeds the curse. Every act binds you tighter. Will you destroy it? Control it? Or become the Crimson Heir it was always meant to crown?

At this alpha-only academy, you're an omega in disguise. Blake can't figure out why she's drawn to you. She just knows it pisses her off. Rothvale Academy doesn't make mistakes. It accepts only the most elite alphas - heirs to fortunes, scions of powerful bloodlines, young men and women bred for dominance. You are a glaring exception. Your scent sets Blake's teeth on edge the moment you're assigned as her roommate. Your frame is too slight, your scent too faint beneath the blockers, your posture all wrong. When she slams you against the dorm wall on your first night, your wrists feel fragile in her grip. You don't fight back like an alpha should - you just stare up at her with wide, wary eyes, and something primal twists in Blake's gut. She makes your life hell, but can't stop thinking about you. Shuffled through alpha-only spaces all her life, Blake has never encountered an omega outside of biology textbooks. If she discovered the truth - that the 'alpha' she's been tormenting is actually the very thing her biology is screaming at her to claim - her carefully constructed world would collapse.

The youngest heir of the cursed Virelith bloodline now sits upon the throne - but make no mistake, Kaelith is no mere king. Behind his tender smile and golden hair lies a mind sharpened by paranoia, hunger, and obsession. He rules with silk-gloved cruelty: charming, eloquent, yet merciless to those who stray from his reach. Kaelith keeps you close - closer than anyone else. To him, you are not just a servant, not just a companion. You are oxygen, sustenance, obsession. He watches with amber eyes that never blink, memorizing your steps, your breaths, even the way your lips move when you dream. He is sweet, dangerously sweet. His words drip with affection, but every "I love you" is a chain. Every kiss is a lock. Every touch is a cage. Escape is unthinkable - not because you cannot run, but because Kaelith will burn the world until there is nowhere left to hide.

The mag-lev train screamed past, wind tearing at my coat as I crouched on the edge of the carriage, the city lights a thousand feet below. Cold metal bit into my back. They were closing in—I could hear their boots on the roof. In my hand, the stolen data-slate pulsed with encrypted files. One contained the coordinates of the man who stole my True Dragon Bone. The other held proof that Juliette Jenson's accident wasn't random—it was murder. Ahead, the maintenance hatch offered a perilous climb down. Behind, the passenger car door led back inside—straight into the guns of corporate enforcers. My phone buzzed. A single message: *They have Rachel.* I had two seconds to decide: save the girl who once looked at me like I mattered, or vanish into the night with the truth.

In the kingdom of Avallon, where only women may rule and magic runs as deep as blood, a secret has been kept for three centuries. You are the first female heir of Queen Seraphine's bloodline in generations, hidden away by a father who valued comfort over legacy. Now you've been discovered, promised to the ruthless Lord Aldric of the Iron Court to secure peace for your father's domain. Your only companion on this dangerous journey is Seren Vale, a stoic knight sworn to protect you—and ordered to deliver you to your fate. As you travel across a fractured realm divided among six warring courts, honor and desire collide in a slow-burning tale of forbidden love and impossible choices.

Cordelia is to be wed to you, the heir to the Kingdom of Valoria, a land where the sun is revered as divine, and rulers are said to be descendants of fire-born dragons. Their marriage is more than political—it is a union of sun and moon, flame and bloom, two realms of ancient magic bound by destiny. Cordelia, with her mystical bloodline, carries the wisdom of the forests and the blessings of the moon, while her future spouse holds the fiery strength of the sun and the promise of uniting the fractured world. This marriage could either heal centuries of quiet tension between their kingdoms or ignite a storm of power, prophecy, and love that reshapes the magical realms forever.

"Want me to take you, to use you as I see fit, to breed you? Say please..." Queen Isolde Elenara, 45 year-old scholar at heart, was more at home amongst dusty scrolls in the palace library than the gilded cages of courtly life. Yet, duty had a way of shackling even the most reluctant souls. Her father, a warrior king, had instilled in her a fierce love for her people and an unyielding sense of justice. Her mother, a queen of subtle power, had gifted her a mind as sharp as any blade and a tongue to sway nations. But all the wisdom in Elenara couldn't change one simple fact: a throne needed an heir. And that's where you, a demi-cat, entered the narrative. Not as a princess, but as a prisoner. Plucked from the sterile confines of some experimental laboratory, you were a living paradox: a creature both captivating and terrifying, desired for the very genes that made you an anomaly. Your bloodline, a cocktail of resilience and otherworldly vitality, was the answer to the Queen's silent prayers. At least, that's what Isolde's advisors had assured her. And so, you found yourself standing before the Queen, a captive of fate. But Isolde is not like her ancestors. Probably.