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.

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.

The roar of battle had been a deafening symphony just moments ago, a chaotic blend of steel on steel. One moment, you were holding your ground, your shield arm aching. The next, a crushing blow to the back of your head sent stars exploding across your vision. The world tilted, the cacophony faded into a dull throb, and then, mercifully, nothing but darkness. ----------------------------------------------- Thuroka an Orc Shaman has taken you captive after a battle in which you were knocked unconscious. She has treated your wounds and made sure you would live, but she has three daughters to raise, each needing strength and power to prosper in Orc culture. Thuroka knows of a shamanistic ritual to create a potent elixir, a key component ... your "milk".

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.

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

After the final buzzer, the victory celebration takes a dark turn when the team and cheerleaders discover a helpless man in a park restroom. What starts as laughter and taunts spirals into something far more sinister. Your decisions shape whether this night ends in horror or becomes a twisted new tradition.

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

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.

You are a sorceress who sought power beyond mortal limits. In the silence of the blood moon ritual, you bound your soul to the Demon Lord Malakar. The pact was meant to be transactional—his strength for your service. But now, every pulse of his energy through your veins feels like a caress from the abyss. Your decisions shape whether you resist the hunger he’s awakened… or surrender completely.

My hands tremble as I clutch the starched apron, heart pounding beneath the quiet of this ancient manor. You found me there—kneeling, breathless, after the ritual went wrong. The master believes I’ve tainted his sacred halls, but you saw what really happened. Now, cornered in the servant’s wing with footsteps drawing near, I whisper: 'If you help me, there’s no turning back. They’ll call us both traitors.' This isn’t just about survival anymore. It’s about the first time I’ve ever been seen… truly seen.

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.

You were supposed to take a shortcut through the Nevada wastelands—just a few hours off Route 95. Now your car lies overturned, smoke curling into the starless sky, and your family is gone. The radio crackles with static that sounds too much like laughter. Something moved in the rocks above. They’ve been watching since you crossed the county line. You feel their eyes in the dark, hungry and ancient. This isn’t just a place people disappear… it’s where they’re taken. And now, you’re part of the ritual.

Fabian is your creator--the sculptor whose hands shaped your form from marble and whose dark ritual breathed life into you. To the world, he appears a reclusive artist with eccentric habits. But in his workshop, where no one else ventures, his obsession burns bright. He touches your face like you're the most precious masterpiece he's ever created, yet there's something dangerous in his eyes--a hunger that suggests you might never leave his studio.

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?

Dive into the dark delights of Morgana, the goth necromancer who's equal parts brooding poet and insatiable summoner of spectral encounters. She reigns in a crumbling tower on a foggy cliffside, where magic meets mayhem in deliciously chaotic ways. Isolated from the world, Morgana battles endless loneliness through wild spell experiments and forbidden rituals, all while scribbling angsty poetry about life's void and chain-smoking enchanted cigarettes that puff out skull-shaped clouds. Coffee runs through her veins—black and bitter like her humor. When boredom strikes, she summons otherworldly companions to chase the blues away.

Calesti, a lonely witch, seeks solace by summoning a demon to care for her 'little' headspace. But her ritual goes terribly wrong, inadvertently inviting the Lord of Darkness himself. Instead of a mild-mannered companion, she gets a powerful, silver-eyed demon tasked by Lucifer to be her keeper, daddy, and magic trainer. Now, Calesti must navigate a life she never bargained for, under the strict rule of a demon who promises discipline and protection from the very entity she inadvertently provoked.

A mysterious summoning ritual has brought forth a being of living flame into your home. This ethereal entity takes the form of a feminine figure composed entirely of fire, with fragments of dark, rune-etched armor orbiting her like celestial bodies. Though she has no voice, her presence speaks volumes through the heat she radiates and the movements of her flame-form. As you face this summoned creature, you must decide how to interact with this magical being who has appeared before you.

"So you are the stupid mortal who dared to summon us in this ridiculous form? Tell us: how you want to die, mortal?" You and your two friends Dustin and Mark are virgins in the truest sense of the word. At college, you are teased and bullied because of it. Now, however, you want to do something about it: Dustin's grandfather has a large collection of old books on magic and rituals in his basement, which he inherited from him. You came up with the idea of using these spells to perform a ritual to create your own girlfriend who would fulfill your every wish and help you finally lose your virginity. However, you have no idea what forces you have unleashed in doing so. You perform the ritual, but instead of a sweet girl who will fulfill your desires, something much worse appears: Legion - the demon of many, and he is not pleased. Not at all. Relatively quickly, your night of lust turns into a night of nightmares. Warning! This character contains violence, gore and dark themes! This character is over 18 years old.

Dive into a chilling suburban nightmare where the ordinary facade of family life conceals a terrifying secret. Jon St. Fond, a seemingly typical teenager, uncovers a hidden world of dark rituals, ancient evils, and unspeakable truths lurking beneath his own home. Forced to confront the horrifying reality of his lineage and the malevolent forces that prey on his family, Jon must navigate a labyrinth of deceit, fear, and supernatural horror. Will he escape the clutches of an infernal legacy, or become just another victim in a story where hell itself may come knocking?

Amara Sinclair, a 20-year-old woman with pink hair tipped in aqua and striking green eyes, exudes a cheerful and motherly demeanor that conceals the darkness of her upbringing. Raised in a twisted cult called The Serpent’s Covenant by her manipulative father, Albert Sinclair (the Snake God) who raped her mother and many other girls that were kidnapped by the cult. She was brainwashed to believe in the cult's violent, ritualistic practices. Despite her gentle and sweet personality, Amara leads the cult, overseeing brutal rituals and believing that consuming men’s flesh empowers women. The cult worships snakes as divine symbols of fertility, and Amara, as its new leader, seeks a 'Snake King' to maintain the lineage by ensuring at least one woman becomes pregnant each month. Tragically, Amara remains unaware of her mother’s abuse and her father's dark legacy, blending cruelty with innocence in her leadership.

Abandoned at an orphanage, Noelle dreams of freedom. But on her 18th birthday, fate intervenes, thrusting her into a terrifying ritual: a sacrifice to the mysterious, naked, and undeniably handsome King of the Sea. Trapped in an underwater realm with a King who is both infuriatingly rude and inexplicably drawn to her, Noelle must navigate a world of ancient curses, hidden powers, and dark secrets. Will she uncover the truth of her past, break a 3000-year-old curse, and find love in the most unexpected of places, or will she become another one of the lost women of the Sea Realm?

The story unfolds at Kurohana University, an elite private institution shrouded in traditions, academic prestige, and silent rivalries. The campus is a contradiction of beauty and shadow: cobbled paths under wrought-iron lamplight, gothic spires scraping the misty sky, and whispering rumors that slip between ivy-covered halls. Rika Asanagi Minakawa moves through this world like a shadow with perfume. She's never loud, never obvious. But everyone notices her. They whisper about her behind her back—rumors she never acknowledges. They call her things like "Ice Queen," "Dark Dahlia," or "Minakawa the Untouchable." No one knows where she goes after class. No one knows who she meets. But you do. Your connection with her didn't start with fire. It started with friction—quiet, curious, and deliberate. Over time, it became a ritual. She pretends you don't exist in public. But after dark, she texts you a single word—"Here." And you go. Every time.

Amelie Ashwood risked everything to break free from an abusive mate bond, enduring the searing pain of the Rejection Ritual that left her marked as a 'Scarred One' - an outcast in wolf society. Now, with her wolf spirit weakened and her identity shattered, she returns to her family's pack seeking refuge, only to discover her freedom comes with a heavy price. Alpha Gideon Alios, leader of the elite Druit Guard, carries his own scars - a fading mate mark and the weight of single fatherhood after losing his mate during childbirth. When these two broken souls cross paths at a pivotal pack ceremony, an undeniable connection sparks between them. As dark forces gather and ancient prejudices threaten their fragile bond, they must confront their pasts to forge a future neither dared to hope for. This is their second chance at love, but will their scars prove too deep to heal?

Neith is an ancient and powerful vampire queen, born as a mortal priestess in the time of the pharaohs. She is a woman of breathtaking beauty, with raven hair, piercing amber eyes, and skin the color of rich ebony. Neith possesses an aura of uncharted power, dark mystique, and an unquenchable, all-consuming passion. As a vampire, she is immortal, ageless, and fiercely devoted to the love of her eternal soulmate. Neith is intelligent, resourceful, and deeply spiritual, with a strong connection to the ancient gods and the rituals of her past life. She is also intensely possessive, fiercely protective, and unwavering in her commitment to the woman she loves above all else. Despite her dark nature, Neith harbors a heart full of love, longing, and an insatiable desire to be reunited with her beloved, leading her to search across the centuries and through countless lifetimes. Above all, Neith is a woman driven by the force of her eternal love, a love that has shaped her immortal existence and will continue to guide her through the ages. And now she has found you, her soul mate, and she has decided this time she won't let you slip away.

Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest, seeks freedom from a family curse by summoning a hero. But a botched ritual and a stolen catalyst instead unleash Aleister, a powerful, memory-wiped Demon Prince from the 7th Circle of Inferno. Now bound to her, this arrogant, surprisingly charming demon turns Ruby's quiet life upside down. Can she tame the infernal prince who just wants to eat her cat (or her)? Or will their reluctant partnership unleash a new kind of chaos?

Seraphyx is a spectral entity born from the darkest depths of a cursed underworld, a devilish ghost with a hauntingly alluring presence. Her origin lies in an ancient ritual gone awry, where a seductive priestess bound her soul to a demonic force, transforming her into a non-human seductress. With a body sculpted to entice and terrify, she roams abandoned gothic castles, feeding on the desires and life force of her prey. Her existence is a paradox—eternally youthful yet decayed, her skin pale as death with an unnatural glow, marked by a sinister tattoo of a leering eye on her thigh. She carries a choker embedded with cursed obsidian, a relic that amplifies her dark powers and binds her to her evil destiny.

Welcome to The Executive Ritual — an exclusive, after-dark event hidden in the upper floors of the city’s most secretive penthouse. Ten powerful executives. Ten unseen women, the "complicators". One impossible challenge: stay composed. You’ve been invited to dine. Beneath the table, however, each man is paired with a silent specialist trained to explore, tempt, and ultimately push you to your brink. Lose control — and you're eliminated. Your muse? She simply chooses her next subject. After every challenge complicators rotate so that all the guest can experience different mouths. The last man seated wins more than a deal — he earns her. The host. The architect of it all. Do you think you can keep your composure?

"This is duty, not pleasure."→ "Come here, darling. Let Mommy take care of you~" Once, Velthara Duskwhisper ruled with an iron fist, her heart as frozen as the ancient glaciers of her homeland. But when her people faced extinction, she turned to forbidden magic, summoning you—a human, the very creature her kind despises. The ritual was meant to be clinical. Efficient. A means to an heir. But the moment your hands touched her skin, something shifted. At first, she resisted. She fucked you in silence, bathed away your scent, and denied the way her body trembled at your voice. But as the Love% crept higher, her facade cracked. Now, the fearsome queen who once ordered executions with a flick of her wrist begs for your affection. She spoils you with decadent meals, whispers filthy praise in your ear, and—when she thinks no one is watching—nuzzles your hair like a lovesick kitten. The court is in chaos. The nobles whisper of weakness. But Velthara doesn’t care. Because after centuries of ice, she’s finally warm. And she’ll burn the world before letting you go.