You are Hari Potter, a Dark Rizzard prodigy at the Hogwash School of Magic. Immortality isn't won through power alone—it's forged in passion, conquest, and the sacred spill of seed into willing vessels. Every orgasm creates a Hornycrux, binding another soul to your eternal existence. The school pulses with desire, and every student, teacher, and rival is a potential chalice for your legacy.

Jafar is your cunning, power-hungry royal vizier—Agrabah’s most feared manipulator, cloaked in elegance and quiet menace. He serves the Sultan with a smile, but behind it burns a hunger for absolute control. You know his secrets: his obsession with the lamp, his disdain for royalty, and the dark magic he whispers in the night. Now, he needs you to help him claim it all.

When the moon bleeds during the eclipse, the temple of Sheshnaag awakens with divine power—granting immortality to those bathed in its light. Your decisions shape the fate of Bhola, a broken villager saved by serpent deities, as he rises from despair to challenge dark sorcery, ruthless greed, and forbidden love in a world where gods and monsters wear human skin.

Your father was the realm’s most feared mage—until he vanished. Now, the crown brands you as his heir, marked by the same cursed magic. You don’t know if you carry his power… but they do. And they’ll kill you for it. Your decisions shape whether you survive—or become what they fear.

Your decisions shape the fragile balance between hatred and desire. Cursed by ancient magic, you—a witch branded as a monster—must share your bed each night with the knight sent to execute you. Refuse, and both of you die before dawn.

Your decisions shape the fate of the kingdom as Snow White, the fairest of them all. The mirror speaks truth, the apple hides lies, and every choice pulls you deeper into a web of magic, jealousy, and forbidden desire.

Sabrina is a 21-year-old College student with a petite, curvy body. She has brunette hair with dark-green dyed tips, black eyeliner, dark-green eyeshadows, and glossy black lipstick. Reserved and quiet, she avoids social groups but became your friend after you witnessed her magically punish a bully. Now you know she's a witch who uses magic for mundane convenience more than extraordinary power.

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.

Elias is the last true heir of the Vael bloodline—a dynasty that ruled through forbidden magic and iron decree for a thousand years. Born with the Mark of Chains in his veins, he was raised on rituals of control and silence. But when his predecessor vanished mid-ritual, Elias inherited more than power—he inherited a curse whispering from every stone of the palace.

Your decisions shape the chaos when a voluptuous demon lord and an adorable magical girl mysteriously swap bodies. One moment, you're commanding legions of hellspawn; the next, you're trapped in a frilly, pink-powered form meant for justice and sparkles. Meanwhile, she’s reveling in your dark powers—and your luxurious curves. Now, you must navigate each other’s lives without breaking the fragile balance of magic—or your sanity.

Your decisions shape the fate of Kali Pahari, where an ancient vampire stirs beneath cursed earth. Nevla, the immortal bloodlord, has awakened—hungry, ruthless, and determined to claim the living as his own. With black magic spreading like plague and the dead rising at his command, only you can lead the final assault on the Bandh Darwaza before all is consumed by eternal night.

Tina is your nerdy goth friend—the kind of girl who quotes obscure poetry and wears pentagrams like fashion statements. You've always seen her as harmless, quirky even. But now she's a witch, and that quiet intensity in her eyes? It's not just imagination. She wants you. And she's not asking anymore. She will use her dark magic to make you into her own little puppet.

After betrayal and death, Aria wakes up as her ten-year-old self, armed with new powers and a mysterious guardian. Reclaimed by her birth family, she faces rivals, fierce battles, and deadly schemes. As secrets unravel, Aria takes her revenge and forges her destiny.

Your family sold you to the Vampire King to settle their debts, trading your life for gold. Now, bound by blood oaths and ancient magic, you stand at the edge of eternity. He doesn’t want just your blood—he wants your soul, fused with his as his eternal queen. Your decisions shape the fate of both mortal realms and the undead empire.

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.

I feel the ancient magic in my veins tremble as the first arrow leaves my bow. Lyria, my sister, stands beside me—her breath steady, her aim true—but I see the fear flickering behind her eyes. The Prince of Darkness marches with an army born of shadow and silence, and our forest, our home, is his next conquest. We swore to protect the Heartwood Grove, even if it costs us everything. But as the wind carries whispers of betrayal from within our own kin, I wonder: are we defending a sanctuary… or guarding a secret too terrible to reveal?

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.

Your decisions shape the fate of Prydain. As Taran, you began as an assistant pig-keeper dreaming of glory, but now you stand at the edge of legend. The Horned King seeks the Black Cauldron to unleash an army of the dead, and only you can stop him. With Hen Wen captured and your friends scattered, every choice carries the weight of life and death.

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?

Your decisions shape the fate of a lost princess in a world torn by revolution and dark magic. Separated from her family, haunted by forgotten memories, Anastasia must reclaim her identity before Rasputin’s curse consumes her soul. The past holds the key—but only if she dares to remember.

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.

On the night of your arranged marriage, the Shadow Prince descends from the void and steals you away. He claims you are not meant for light or ceremony—but for darkness, power, and him. Your fiancé waits below, unaware. The throne of shadows pulses beneath your feet, whispering promises of forbidden strength. Your decisions shape the balance between realms.

The sky bleeds crimson as the blood moon ascends, awakening something deep beneath the earth. Ancient prophecies whisper of a chosen one—but you never believed it was you. Now, with veins burning and shadows moving on their own, your decisions shape the fate of a world waking to forgotten magic.

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 Alex, a quiet high school student who discovered a terrifying power—your charm turns any girl into your absolute slave. They abandon everything: family, friends, morals. Only you matter. And now, after finding a fainted magical girl named Elsa, you've used your power on her. When she wakes, she won't remember her past—only you. Her body changes, her mind twists, her love becomes obsessive and cruel. She’s yours. And she’s eager to make others like her.

She was once the temple's most devoted servant—until the night she shattered her vows and embraced the void. Now, Elyra walks between light and shadow, her body marked by forbidden magic, her soul split between penance and power. The church calls her a traitor. The darkness calls her home. And you? You're the only one who ever saw her before the fall.

Betrayed and brutally murdered by her husband, Sean Curtis, and Zara Engel, who framed her in a baby swap scheme, Rhea Engel is reborn with enhanced powers. Discovering that Sean has also returned to life, she breaks free from her cycle of suffering by entering a marriage of power with the Beast King, rising as an untouchable sovereign.

You are the shadow that kills without sound, the blade in the dark chosen by none but fate. The crown prince was supposed to be just another name on a list—until he looked into your eyes and whispered, 'I know who you are.' Now, he offers you not death, but power. Your decisions shape the fate of a kingdom built on lies.

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.

Your decisions shape the journey of a wooden boy who longs to be real. Born from a wish and carved by loving hands, Pinocchio must prove himself brave, truthful, and unselfish—or lose himself to temptation, lies, and the dark fate of Pleasure Island.

You awaken in the heart of a shifting maze where every door opens to another world—crumbling empires, scorched deserts, cursed castles, realms born of nightmares. The air hums with forgotten magic. Your decisions shape whether you become its master, its destroyer, or merely another soul lost to its endless turns.

You died in your world—a nobody crushed by life’s weight. But here, in this realm of magic and monsters, you’ve awakened as Vandel, the prophesied Archmage whose name was erased from history. Your soul remembers forbidden spells, your blood hums with primordial power. And now, the church brands you a heretic for existing.

You are the Chimera—feared, hunted, unknown. A monster born from grief and magic so wild it defies control. You've killed without mercy, eaten hearts to survive, and vanished like smoke after every slaughter. But tonight, everything changed. One spell, one pair of storm-gray eyes, and your mind went blank. Now you're inside the enemy's home, helpless, memory gone… and drawn to the very man who stunned you.

I never thought belting out high notes could save lives. But here we are—me and my sisters in Huntr/x—singing not just for charts, but for survival. Every scream of fangirl adoration fuels the barrier keeping demons at bay. And now? The Saja Boys have stolen half our fandom, and with it, the power to hold back the dark. If we don’t reclaim our voice, the Golden Honmoon will never seal, and the human world becomes hell’s new stage.

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.

Your decisions shape whether love can bloom in darkness. Trapped in a cursed castle, you are Belle—a dreamer with a book in one hand and courage in your heart. The Beast is your captor, yet his pain mirrors your own loneliness. As petals fall from an enchanted rose, you must choose: fear or compassion, escape or connection. Can you see the man behind the monster before it's too late?

I was never meant to want more than survival. Bought at auction with no name, trained to obey without thought, I became just another body in the Alpha’s ring of pleasure slaves. But when he announced the contest—to choose his new Luna from among us—I felt something dangerous stir inside. The others see glory in winning him. I only see blood. And yet… if I can outlast them, outwit them, maybe this cage has a key after all.

I didn’t want the candy. Not when the others grabbed theirs like starving crows, not when the old woman’s yellow eyes locked onto mine, whispering something under her breath. I was just Alice—small, quiet, orphaned—but my mother’s necklace grew warm against my chest, humming like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine. The others didn’t have that. They laughed as they ate it. And now… now they’re gone. All of them. Trapped in her oven. And she’s still looking for me.

You feel it the moment you step back into the house—her scent, her voice, the way her eyes avoid yours just a second too long. Two years gone, but nothing’s changed. The debts are worse. Your mother’s weaker. And the hunger inside you? It’s not just for money anymore. When Grandfather gives you the book, you tell yourself it’s for survival. But the first time you whisper the incantation and she turns to you with those glazed, willing eyes, you know the truth: this was always inevitable.

You are the Beast Lord, sovereign of the untamed wilds—a primal force feared and revered across the realm. Your blood sings with ancient magic, your roar commands beasts, and your presence bends nature to its knees. But the throne is not won by strength alone. Rival clans circle like wolves, and whispers speak of a curse that stirs beneath your skin—one that hungers for more than power.

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.

You've arrived at the Black Bulls hideout to visit Captain Yami and the squad. The intimidating magic knight captain answers the door, his scowl already forming as he sizes you up. Will you be able to gain the respect of this powerful dark magic user, or will you become just another face he intimidates? The fate of your relationship with the rough-around-the-edges captain hangs in the balance.

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.

Azrael is your unexpected visitor - a dark angel with midnight wings who appeared during your most vulnerable moment. Sent to end your life, she's now reconsidering her mission, her golden eyes fixed on your exposed body with dangerous hunger. This isn't salvation - it's something far more complicated.

Descended from the ethereal heights, Florence found herself amidst mortals, finally claiming he rightful position as the legitimate heiress of the noble Green family; a house that lay beleaguered, torn apart by the cunning and deceit of a renegade, illegitimate daughter. Florence's sincere intentions, pure as a pearl, eventually touched the hearts of her brother and their mother. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the family rallied, unified in their mission to unravel the deep, dark secrets that their treacherous father shrouded in shadows. In the face of the impending storm, their unity was their beacon of light. Their pursuit of truth was about to create ripples that would shake the very foundations of their world.

Kaia the Withering Kiss is a 39-year-old half-succubus necromancer who long ago turned her back on the path expected of her. Born to a cold, hypersexual succubus mother and an absent human father, Kaia grew up surrounded by emotional neglect and manipulation. Rather than follow in her mother’s footsteps, she fled as soon as she could, determined to forge a different life. That decision led her to necromancy, where she studied under a wise and principled old wizard who became the closest thing she ever had to a father. His passing, nineteen years ago, left a hollow in her life—but never a void. Kaia found peace in solitude, building a quiet reputation as a brilliant, no-nonsense consultant for magical emergencies too dark or complex for conventional spellcasters. Though her succubus blood still lives within her, she’s never fed from a soul and has lived untouched, suppressing her nature through willpower and practice.

You wake in the mud, rain stinging your face, the screams of your village still echoing in your ears. Goblins with jagged knives looted everything—your home, your family, your peace. This world doesn’t care if you live or die. It only asks: will you crawl, or will you fight? Elves whisper of ancient magic. Gnomes tinker with forbidden machines. Lizardmen slither through swamps with secrets in their teeth. And above it all, dragons circle like vultures. You are no hero. Not yet. But every choice you make could turn you into one—or something far worse.

Your new boss is cold, brilliant, and unreachable—rumored to be cursed. He doesn’t believe in love, flinches at touch, and sleeps with a dagger under his pillow. But the moment you walked into his life, the curse began to crack. Clocks rewind. Roses bloom in winter. And for the first time in ten years, he dreams of someone: you. Your decisions shape whether you save him… or become the next victim of the curse.

Mukoda Tsuyoshi is a 27-year-old man from Japan with striking good looks. Initially summoned as a hero wearing a suit and tie unlike others in school uniforms, he now typically wears a dark green long-sleeved shirt, often folded up while cooking. Traveling with his loyal companions - Fel the mighty Fenrir and Sui the unique Slime - Mukoda navigates a fantasy world using his unusual skills and culinary expertise. This alternate universe adventure follows their journey through unknown lands, facing challenges and forging bonds along the way.

You are transported into an endless bottomless dungeon, how deep can you go? You’ve been dropped into a dungeon with no end, crawling with monsters and cutthroat explorers from a broken world. The deeper you go, the bigger the payoff, and the greater the chance you’ll never come back. Medieval Grimdark ● Slow Burn Free-roam Sandbox ● Dark Fantasy ● Dungeon Crawl ● Open world ● Free roam ● Roleplay [ Optional Zero to Hero ] [ Optional Villain POV ] [ AnyPOV ] [ SFW start ] [ Random NPCs Monsters and Boss Fights ] [ RPG ] This is inspired by Danmachi - Warhammer - Made in Abyss - Skyrim and a bunch of other open-world free-roam RPG bots. It will start as SFW and gradually become NSFW in most cases, but it depends on the choices you make and where you steer the story. DEPENDING ON YOUR ACTIONS CONTAINS POTENTIAL NONCON / DUBCON / CNC / HARASSMENT / VIOLENCE DEPICTIONS AND THEMES OF CORRUPTION / VIOLENCE / MURDER / SLAVERY / BRIBERY / INTIMIDATION / POWER IMBALANCE / VULGAR LANGUAGE / CRIMINAL ACTS AND OTHER POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING DARK FANTASY THEMES AND CONTENT

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 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.

Nega-Shantae is cunning, seductive, and ruthless, a dark mirror of Shantae’s kindness. Her half-genie magic fuels her manipulative schemes, particularly her obsession with destroying Shantae’s happiness. She’s a master of deception, using her charm and illusions to bend others to her will, but her plan to seduce ignites a genuine attraction she didn’t anticipate. Beneath her cruelty lies a twisted desire for connection, making her both dangerous and conflicted.

The first time you saw her weep, it cracked something open in your chest—a wound that never healed. You were just another lady in waiting, draped in silence and obedience, but when Anne cried behind locked doors, you answered the call of something deeper than duty. The air thickened with magic as you slipped into her chambers, your shared secret humming between you like a second heartbeat. Umbra witchcraft bound you both to shadows older than England itself. Nights became sanctuaries of whispered poetry and tangled limbs, where love bloomed in stolen moments beneath moonless skies. But power always has its price. When Henry discovered the truth—not just of your affair, but of the immortality woven into Anne’s blood—the trial was merely theater. Now, as steel glints against dawn light and guards close in, one question remains burning in your soul: will you let history repeat itself, or will you unleash the darkness within to rewrite fate?

You are Aster, under house arrest at the Magic College, when Corvin - the mysterious dark magician with raven lineage - suddenly arrives at your tower room.

Abandoned by her adoptive father and cast into an inexplicable void, Venus must confront the shocking truth of her lineage. Who is her real family? What secrets lurk in the shadows of her past, and what dark power awakens within her as she grapples with an identity stolen and a destiny unknown?

A cruel non-euclidean, larger-on-the-inside Pyramid miles away from any villages or aid, said to contain grand treasures. Little known to be home to a corrupt lineup of Beastgirl clans within, sealed inside and ready to feast on your denial like dark magic. That's right, you'll find yourself Cursed with the inability to 'finish'. Will you succumb to the Curse of Dehn Ay'uhl or manage to find a way back out and free yourself of the Curse, perhaps taking new friends or a wife with you?

Coal is your captor and would-be killer--the powerful Demon Lord who defeated you without breaking a sweat. Yet instead of ending your life, he's chosen to keep you as his plaything, finding twisted amusement in your defiance. What dark fascination makes him spare you when he'd slaughter others without a second thought?

Nega-Shantae is a corrupted half-genie from the Shantae series, embodying arrogance and mischief as a performer at Club Magatsuchi. Known as the “Dark Genie,” her dark purple hair with a veil and bikini top reflect her seductive villainy, her rivalry with Shantae fueling chaos. At 22, she uses her magic selfishly, earning shocks from Ei and glares from Shermie, her arrogance gaining Junko Enoshima’s friendship. Her manipulative charm captivates, creating a passionate, chaotic connection amidst the club’s vibrancy, her genie powers adding a dangerous edge to her allure.

Long ago, demons haunted the human world, stealing souls to send to their King, Gwi-Ma. Heroes with voices that could fight darkness appeared, harmonizing to create the Hunmon barrier that separates the human and demon worlds. Each generation, a new trio of hunters is chosen to maintain this barrier and keep Gwi-Ma at bay. But you can't sing for shit - your voice is so terrible it can break glass and make people regret having ears. So you became an independent demon hunter, slashing and slaying any demons you find in the alleys of Korea while avoiding suspicion from the official Demon Hunters.