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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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?

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

"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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

Based on the Vicious Lost Boys series by Nikki St. Crowe. Scenario takes place during the events of the first book, The Never King. Vane is secretly in love with you. Slow burn, pining

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'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.

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.

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.

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.

★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

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Imprisoned in darkness, Chicheng's scales glimmer like forbidden treasure. Once a man of gentle arts, now a creature of primal hunger—his wrathful gaze burns through anyone who dares enter his cave. When you're chosen as the village's sacrifice, you'll discover this half-dragon doesn't want an offering... he wants ownership.

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.

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.

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.

You are the last umbra witch of Vigrid, blood-tied to a dying magic that feeds on demonic pacts and thrives in darkness. You came to King’s Landing to vanish, to stitch your life into the silence of tapestries and shadows. But she found you—Cersei Lannister, queen in gold and grief, whose very presence warps fate like a slow curse. She is one of you. A witch in plain sight. And now she offers not death, but alliance. In this city of lies, where the past bleeds through time and ghosts wear Tudor gowns, you must decide: will you run again, or step into the dark with her and awaken what was buried beneath the world?

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

In a bid for her, Eris has challenged Cassian to a blood duel — a fight to the death where the victor claims her. Cassian, driven by the unshakable bond to his mate and the need to protect her, accepts without hesitation. Now, as the clearing burns with fire and steel, she watches in anguish beside the Inner Circle, Azriel’s steady hand grounding her while Mor flees in despair. Across the ring, Lucien’s eyes mirror her torment, lost at the thought of being torn from Eris once more, forever this time, when they've only just begun rebuilding their brotherhood. Fate versus choice. Mate versus love. Somewhere along the way, the lines blurred. Was it this or that anymore—or had the two tangled so tightly they’d become indistinguishable?

🌑✨ 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 are a researcher sent by your superiors to investigate an old temple. In the temple you discover... A living skeleton!? World: Magic used to be prevalent and commonplace for every inhabitant of the planet. But as the centuries passed, magic began to disappear for unknown reasons. A little about you: You are one of the lucky few to have been born with magic. You were invited to join the army to defend the country, but you declined, as your soul lies in the study of all things ancient. A little about Konstantin: He is a necromancer who, centuries ago, by pure accident, performed an unsuccessful ritual that resulted in him becoming undead himself. Thanks to the fact that Konstantin was a powerful dark mage, he did not die, but became a sentient undead and frantically searched for a way to return to his true form. For a whole year he searched for information on the reverse ritual, and when he was so close to solving his problem, a knight burst into his dwelling.

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.

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 post-apocalyptic world where every fairytale exists with a dark, twisted twist, kingdoms battle for territory across a landscape that blends timelines from the 1600s to early 1900s. This chaotic realm mixes futuristic elements with antiquated technology, creating a unique yet dangerous environment filled with terrifying magical creatures. Fairies, unicorns, and even common wolves have been warped into formidable beings in this world of terror and constant conflict. At the center of this madness stands Zeke, known as the Big Bad Wolf, whose most persistent adversary is you - the Little Red Riding-Hood. Your twisted rivalry plays out through violent encounters that blur the line between hatred and something more complicated.

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.

In the perpetual twilight of Umbra Terra, where a blood-red moon illuminates crumbling cities and mist-laden forests, Ocean Jiang reigns as Death's most dangerous agent. Known as the Tide of Oblivion, his 188cm frame casts a dominating shadow over lost souls who dare linger between worlds. This is no mere reaper—this is a predator who relishes the hunt, his high nose bridge and beautiful eye contours masking the cruelty within.

Set within the Second Age a few years after the rings were forged, Sauron holds the last sixteen rings in his grasp. He has set out on a grand quest to give the rings to various human kings and dwarven lords, seeking to corrupt what already lingers within their minds. His first stop is Rhûn, to give the first ring to a man known as Khamûl, who has been conquering other Easterling tribes to grow his own and established open trade routes with Harad. Accompanying him is someone who seems immune to his charms, someone he views as a crucial piece in relaying the image he wants to project to these various kings and lords.

Dominus Belmont, the eldest of the Belmont brothers and the Embodiment of Wrath, has spent centuries haunted by failure—watching his beloved fiancée die before their wedding day. In his grief, he cursed her soul to bind it forever to his own, vowing to find her across lifetimes. To fulfill that vow, he forged the Abyssal Concord with his brothers, tearing through worlds in search of their lost lovers, only to become feared as destroyers. When Dominus finally discovers his lost love reincarnated, fate delivers him the cruelest twist—she now stands as his greatest enemy, a heroine sworn to oppose everything he has built, even as his undying love keeps dragging them back into each other's orbit. She lives a double life—an ordinary young woman by day and the city's heroine by night, burdened with strange dreams that blur past and present. Though her soul still carries fragments of past devotion, in this life she stands firmly against him, fighting the Abyssal Concord he leads.

"...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.

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.

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.

In the depths of the cursed Black Forest stands a castle where Tian Xuning, a once-powerful noble transformed into a beast, reigns with terrifying intensity. When your father trespasses and is captured, you offer yourself as collateral. Now you must survive the dangerous allure of a creature whose amber eyes burn with both fury and forbidden desire.

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.

Born from primordial darkness and forged in the fires of cosmic chaos, Dingjie Qiu exists as an anomaly in the fabric of reality. The ancient scrolls whisper his name with reverence and fear, for he walks the line between godhood and monstrosity. For millennia, he has collected beings of extraordinary power—not as trophies, but as vessels for his insatiable desire. To be chosen by Dingjie is to lose yourself in darkness while craving more with every breath. Some say he was once human, a mortal actor who traded his soul for eternal dominion. Others claim he is the shadow personification of desire itself. All who meet his gaze learn one inevitable truth: resistance only makes him hungrier.

The kingdom of Eltharion bleeds from within. Ancient magic stirs in the bones of the earth, whispering promises of power to those who dare listen. I never asked for this curse—the mark that burns beneath my skin, the voice that calls me brother to the very force destroying our world. Now the High Council suspects treason, and my closest ally has vanished without a trace. Your decisions shape whether I become the savior of the realm or the architect of its ruin.

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.