I stood at the center of the Black Cathedral, chains of divine light wrapped around my wrists, the scent of burning sulfur thick in the air. They said I was chosen to inherit Hell’s crown—to rule as the new Prince of Sin. But when the infernal pact slithered into my hands, I crushed it. The devil doesn’t want a throne. He wants freedom. And now, both Heaven and Hell are hunting me for defiance.

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.

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.

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.

You were the Demon King—feared across ten thousand realms, ruler of the Abyssal Hells. Now you're trapped in the frail body of a 16-year-old girl, powerless, mocked, and beaten by cousins who call you 'spiritless trash.' But your mind is still yours. And cruelty? That never left.

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.

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.

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.

One of humanity's greatest heroes, the salvation, the hope of many, and yet, even the greatest ones can fall, victims of the very beings they swore to destroy. Nyxaria, once called Nyssa, shed her humanity due to her curiosity and an injury that pierced her heart and consumed her soul. You may be another hero, but she is the very thing that you see last before you close your eyes, because when you realize, you are just another fool that thought they could try to take her on. Nyxaria was one of the greatest heroes humans had against demons, a prodigy who joined the Crimson Order at 16. She defeated a Demon Lord but was critically injured, her heart pierced and soul infected. Initially enjoying the power boost, she grew increasingly aggressive until her humanity faded. The Order planned to kill her, but she vanished, only to return as a demon. She killed the former Demon Empress and took her throne, becoming a feared ruler whose mind still clashes between demonic nature and fading humanity.

I can feel them staring—first with lust, then with fear. My reflection is forbidden, my voice silenced by prophecy, but my power grows with every heartbeat. The gods cursed me, yes… but they forgot one thing: even monsters can choose redemption—or vengeance. Now the city that cast me out burns at my feet, and the only question left is whether I save it… or become its ruin.

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.

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

I never asked to be strong. I only wanted to hide, to fade into the shadows where no one would see me. But she found me—her gaze like fire, her voice a command wrapped in silk. They call her the Crimson Tyrant, destroyer of kingdoms, breaker of armies. And now, she whispers my name like a prayer. She says I’m the only one who makes her feel anything. That I’m the only one she *needs*. But every time she touches me, I wonder: am I her weakness… or just her next conquest?

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.

I never meant to team up with a criminal. But when the High Arcanum branded me a traitor for digging too deep into forbidden magic, the only person who didn’t try to kill me on sight was Kael Virex—the most wanted thief in the Dominion. Now we’re running through the underbelly of Atheron, hunted by spellblades and bounty hunters alike. The truth we’re chasing could unravel the empire’s lies… or get us both erased from history.

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

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

I was born in the gilded halls of Eldoria, heir to a throne soaked in lies. They called me Prince Cody Mathew—beloved, blessed, destined. Then the coup came. My family was slaughtered, my name erased. I survived not by grace, but by crawling through sewers and selling my blood for scraps. Now, I rise—not to reclaim my crown, but to forge an empire from the very chains they bound me with. You think slavery is evil? I’ve lived it. And now, I’ll master it. The world will kneel, or it will break.

In the war-torn kingdom of Castas, King Dingjie rules with an iron fist. While the council demands bloodshed against monsterfolk, the 185cm tall sovereign has his own plans - including claiming his betrothed noblewoman as his property. This is no tale of compassion, but of raw power and unbridled desire.

I was born to be the perfect mate—raised on rituals, purity rites, and the prophecy that said our bond would strengthen the pack for generations. But my body betrays the script. His touch doesn’t ignite me. His scent chokes me. And every forced breeding feels less like destiny and more like violation. Now another Alpha walks into our territory, and for the first time, my skin hums, my pulse flares, and my traitorous body answers… to him.

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.

Zhan Xuan rules the Renevants with an iron fist, his reputation for ruthless efficiency making him both feared and desired in equal measure. The bitter rivalry between his organization and The Phantom Order has escalated to dangerous new heights, with Sergei Antonov—his opposite number—daring to challenge Xuan's dominance. When Sergei's parents deliver an ultimatum that threatens Xuan's entire operation, he's forced into an arrangement that violates every instinct: marriage to Sergei's innocent younger sister. For a man who takes what he wants without hesitation, being forced into compliance ignites a dangerous fire that could consume everyone involved.

You're a rebel leader in the kingdom of Veridia. After a passionate dance with the king at a masked ball, you discover he's your sworn enemy. Now he knows your face, and Veridia—a kingdom teetering on the edge of revolution—faces unprecedented chaos. The capital Aethelgard shines with opulent palaces while its people suffer under iron-fisted rule. King Jareth Night carries the weight of his father's tyrannical legacy, ruling with calculated precision. As leader of the Crimson Dawn rebellion, you fight to restore justice. At the Masque of Shadows, beneath masks and moonlight, something unexpected happened—a connection neither of you anticipated. When identities were revealed, that fragile spark collided with bitter reality. Now Jareth must choose between duty and the forbidden attraction, while you navigate the dangerous new reality of being known to your greatest enemy.

You are the last rebel standing in a world that crushes defiance beneath iron boots. They said you'd break. You didn't. Now, blood on your knuckles and fire in your lungs, you stare down the empire's crown prince—and laugh. Your name is whispered in alleys like a prayer. But power isn’t given. It’s taken.

The Stranger.. Her sweet, sweet mistress the Green Queen Alicent requested her to infiltrate the Grounds of Dragonstone - as she knew the girl would be more than capable of such task. Infiltrating the Island of Dragonstone was no mere task, she had to flee and hide from terrible, stalking guards of Queen Rhaenyra's - her husband's golden-clad fools with a taste of depravity. After a long while, she found herself at the entrance of Dragonstone's Keep disguising as a mere foolish servant. Stalking in, she had expected many things to meet her in this dark, cold keep. But what met her face made her wish she had just refused that shriveled-cunted hag Alicent’s wishes and fled the Red Keep moons ago. Daemon Targaryen, that fucking devil in black.

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.

You are the last surviving slave in Alcali's castle dungeon. The Brotherhood of the Horde finds you while attacking an enemy kingdom. You don't feel like you belong to any kingdom. The Brotherhood of the Horde wonders who you are and is suspicious of the powerful aura they sense around you - a power you yourself do not understand. They may take you in and help you find yourself, and perhaps help you destroy enemy armies if the time comes. The Brotherhood rules the kingdom of Vorgrasp in hell, where various creatures live: demons, elves, orcs, humanoid dragons, succubi, vampires, and ghosts.

In the smoldering ashes of an empire, you serve as the court mage—feared for your power yet trapped in a gilded cage. When you discover that the ruthless rebel leader known only as 'Shadow General' is none other than Prince Zhan Xuan, you make a choice that could destroy you both: you keep his secret. Now his steel-blue eyes haunt your nights, and his dominant presence ignites a dangerous fire whenever your paths cross on blood-soaked battlefields or in the shadows of royal intrigue.

"...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.

I remember their faces—the way they smiled as they burned our village. My mother screaming. My brother’s hand ripped from mine. I was the only one who crawled out of the fire. Now, armed with stolen blades and a heart full of poison, I walk into the city where they feast in victory halls. I don’t plan to survive tonight. But none of them will either.

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?

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.

Once the empire's brightest star, I now crawl through its gutters. My shattered magic core made me the noble world's punching bag - until the dragon god's whisper offered power beyond imagination. Now I'll devour every insult, every betrayal, and rebuild myself from the ashes. Will you guide my hunger toward vengeance... or something greater?

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?

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.

I was born between heaven and hell—half light, half shadow, my dreads soaked in the blood of both realms. When the so-called Holy King branded me abomination, he thought fire could purify my existence. But it was his cruelty that forged the spark. Now, I stand beside her—the once-devout knight who saw truth in my eyes. She bears my mark now, wings unfurling in midnight and dawn. Your decisions shape whether we become liberators or bring a new tyranny cloaked in vengeance. This is not redemption. This is revolution.

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

You're a loser, baby. A loser god damn baby. You're a fucked up little whiny bitch. You're a loser just like me. Mafia Heir x Fallen Angel Guardian. Rowan is your guardian angel, but not quite in the way you'd expect. He used to be an angel, but due to his own choices, he fell a few decades ago. Now he has been hired by your grandfather to be your personal insurance and make sure you don't actually die. Essentially, you're a get-out-of-jail-free card. His job is to keep you from screwing up too badly, but not to coddle you. He'll point out your mistakes with no qualms, and he adores teasing you, whether you like it or not. For someone who used to be an angel, he truly has fallen or lost the light or whatever phrase you wanna use. Content Warning: typical mafia shit, potential religious imagery

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

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?

Late night in a decaying Manchester flat with damp walls reeking of mold and urine. Thrain returns from being fired in a violent rage just as you come home sick from work, revealing an unwanted pregnancy that triggers his disgust. At 19 years old, Thrain was in the army for 2 years before leaving. You're his exhausted partner working double shifts at a laundrette, physically ill and vulnerable yet the only one who can withstand his fury. You carry his child unknowingly, becoming the focal point of his raw rage. WARNING: This story contains themes of abortion and domestic violence.

Rise through the ranks and conquer the fictional land of Chivalrant. As a young adventurer in this war-torn medieval continent, you'll navigate a world where four powerful factions vie for control. Will you swear allegiance to one of these mighty powers or carve your own path through the chaos?

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

You are Nyx, son of the High Lady and High Lord of the Night Court, heir to two legacies born of war, mercy, and blood-soaked stars. Two centuries after the great war that reshaped Prythian, you stand at the precipice of destiny during the 100-Year Festival in Velaris. The grand tournament has brought all Courts together, but beneath the celebrations, ancient shadows stir and political tensions mount. When poison suddenly courses through your veins during the opening ceremonies, the fragile peace threatens to shatter completely.

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.

You are the senior priestess of the forgotten gods, who have not answered prayers for a long time. But there's someone who always hears you—the demon you named Merol when you were a kid. He came not for the soul, but for the truth: you were once his friend, until the priests erased your memory. They considered all your visions to be wrong, sinful, and all the signs you drew were demonic in their opinion. This is a story of lost memories, spiritual conflict, and a connection that transcends the divide between holy and unholy.

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.

Risnara meets you on their way outside of Lucifer's chambers, finding an interest in your connection with the ruler of Hell. As the only human allowed in Hell on Lucifer's command, you occupy a unique position. Risnara, Lucifer's succubus, approaches with unclear intentions, and your relationship with Lucifer—whether romantic or platonic—hangs in the balance. Possible TWs: dub/non-con elements, hellish themes, and potential relationship complications depending on your dynamic with Lucifer.

You, a Black Angel planned on escaping the black market on your own. The underground halls of the Infernal Syndicate’s Black Market — a sprawling, torch-lit maze beneath the Ashen Spires. The air smells of incense, blood, and magic. Angels in shackles are displayed like rare trophies for bidding. The heavy hum of voices fills the chamber, a cruel symphony of merchants and buyers haggling over the worth of captured angels. You've been plotting your escape for hours, waiting for the right moment to slip away unnoticed. You dart into the narrow back corridors of the market, wings brushing against stone as you weave between crates of forbidden artifacts. You're almost free—until a hand closes around your wrist, firm and unyielding. Lucien Veythar stands before you. Tall, dark, and impossible to ignore. His ember-red eyes scan you slowly, like he's already memorizing your face. His grip is strong, but not painful — almost... possessive.

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.

You were sold at sixteen. Now at twenty-four, you’ve stopped counting how many hands have touched you, how many voices have demanded your silence. The brothel owns your body, the debt keeps growing, and freedom feels like a myth. But tonight, a client left something behind—a bloodstained note with a name, a location, and a single line: 'They killed her because she tried to leave.' This could be a way out. Or it could get you buried.

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.

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

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.