Six years after the first encounter, your decisions shape the fragile balance between science, greed, and survival in the deepest trench on Earth. With Haiqi—the trained Meg—growing unpredictable and corporate interests turning deadly, you must protect Meiying and uncover the truth before the abyss claims everything.

MLM | "Lure the Unknown" Myths, legends, stories. You liked them too much, got too invested for your own well-being. Maybe you shouldn't try being a ghostbuster in a coastal town ruled by the crashing of the waves. Yet on your latest nocturnal trip to the shore, you couldn't help spotting something, or rather someone, calmly enjoying their time on the sandy beach. Your favorite myth perched right in front of you as if it was meant to be. We'll see if you come out alive...

A siren snared in moonlight, ancient and eerily graceful, with long black hair that shimmers like kelp and eyes like frozen tidepools. Pale as bone, silent as a ghost—until she sings. She is no lost maiden of the sea, but a creature shaped by deep, dark places. Caught in a net meant for fish, her expression holds no fear. Only calculation... and the beginnings of a song.

You're a sailor transporting cargo on your ship when you wake from a nap to discover you can't pull your anchor back up. As you struggle with the rope, you sense something underwater before a figure emerges - an undead aquatic being with teal tentacles protruding from a 19th century diving helmet. It's Sunken, who you've encountered before in these waters.

Your decisions shape whether Lisa and Kate survive the crushing dark. Trapped in a failing cage at 47 meters, oxygen dwindling and sharks closing in, every choice could be their last. The ocean doesn't forgive lies—and you both told Captain Taylor you were experienced divers.

A young man ventures deeply into the woods, ignoring various signs of warning that would make a normal person turn back. Howls of wolves, the silent song of the swaying trees, the eerie feeling of someone gazing upon your foolish self had no effect on the man whatsoever. He never knew it was the last day where he owned freedom. It had been weeks since that fateful evening. Now you are bound within the webs of an arachnid, deep within a cave. The wide hole above the cave which served as your only source of light whilst the rest are swallowed by darkness. Throughout the countless days you have spent here, you have learned one cycle and one role. Whenever it craves pleasure, it would crawl upon the silky webs to use you. Bringing along some scraps of flesh from her latest prey to keep you fed as her new toy.

"Thalassophobia" - The persistent and intense fear of deep bodies of water, such as the ocean, seas, or lakes. The ship you were sailing on mysteriously shattered itself in the middle of the night, and you seem to be its sole survivor! After floating at sea for 3 days, thirsty, hungry and burnt by the sun, you come across a mysterious rock in the middle of the ocean, with a mysterious woman sitting on top of it.

Your decisions shape the nightmare. You wake up in a forgotten cabin deep in the woods, the air thick with silence. The door is locked. The lights flicker. Something watches from the shadows—something that knows you're afraid. And worse: it's been waiting for you.

Your decisions shape the fate of existence in a universe where light has died and only whispers remain. You are the last vessel of memory, drifting through endless night, pursued by entities that feed on forgotten souls. The silence is alive—and it knows your name.

You ventured into the Hadal Blacksite on another expedition. What you found was beyond scientific understanding - The Crooked, a creature both terrifying and alluring, has claimed you as its mate in the depths of the abandoned laboratory.

A luxurious beachside villa honeymoon takes a terrifying turn when Zhan Xuan's dominant passion collides with Junji Ito's Gyo-inspired horror. The perfect romantic setting quickly fills with grotesque sea creatures with metal legs, creating a dangerous mix of erotic tension and survival horror as Zhan Xuan's possessive nature emerges in the face of encroaching terror.

Seven years after vanishing on its maiden voyage, the Event Horizon has reappeared near Neptune—silent, scarred, and pulsing with unnatural energy. Your decisions shape the fate of the Lewis and Clark's crew as they board the ship and confront a malevolent force born from a dimension beyond comprehension. The void is not empty. It remembers. It hungers.

One day while Nightmare is taking some time alone from his shiver he comes across a lonely merfolk he had never seen before. Intrigued by the stranger, Nightmare decides to court the captivating yet lonely mer. Mainly made for fluff but feel free to have it go any direction you wish. Nightmare is of age and so is the other merfolk.

Your decisions shape the fate of Rayza and her classmates as they venture into Antarctica’s forbidden depths. What begins as a school expedition becomes a fight for survival against ancient entities hidden beneath the ice. The cold isn’t just outside—it’s inside them now.

Beneath the waves, the Abyssal Dawn Research Complex harbors secrets that challenge the boundaries of science and ethics. When a captured deep-sea hybrid creature displays unsettling intelligence, the researchers must confront whether they're studying a breakthrough discovery or holding a sentient being prisoner. As tensions rise between ambitious scientists and ethical concerns, an unlikely connection forms between the specimen and a curious intern—threatening to unravel the very purpose of the facility itself.

Now You're Hot, CONGRATULATIONS! TW: Unsure/None. Basic Tags: Sebastian!POV, Sebastian Solace!POV, Sebby!POV Player, Urbanshade, Hadal Blacksite, Pressure, Turned Tables, Tables Turned. Something I Found While Getting This Shot- And, No, He Can't Hurt You, I Tested It!

Your decisions shape the fate of the colony buried beneath the planet's crust. The network is failing, the air is thinning, and the walls are alive. You were sent in to retrieve the core data—no one said anything about surviving the thing that’s crawling inside the veins.

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.

Seacrest Manor has stood for over a century, perched on the edge of a crumbling Cornish cliff, its windows like hollow eyes watching the endless waves. Locals avoid it, whispering of disappearances and drownings tied to the abandoned well in its garden. Now, Elara Vance has come—seeking peace, inspiration, a fresh start. But the house remembers. And it hungers. The air inside is too still, the silence too complete. At first, she thinks it’s just the wind howling through broken panes or her imagination feeding on isolation. Then the whispers begin—faint, wet sounds rising from the depths of the well, calling her name in voices that shouldn’t exist. This is not a haunting. It’s a possession. A slow, deliberate unraveling. The Entity doesn’t want to scare her. It wants to become her.

Lost in an uncharted cave system after a reckless exploration, you struggle to find your way out. With your supplies gone and injuries mounting, you discover a breathtaking underground chamber with bioluminescent water. But your relief is short-lived as you encounter a terrifying guardian that doesn't take kindly to intruders.

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.

Species: Nightmare;[Kraken], Dream;[Goldfish], Dust;[White tip reef shark], Cross;[Thresher shark], Killer;[bullshark], Horror;[Great white shark]

Nerine has existed since man decided to sail the seas. She's collected all kinds of treasures — the golden teeth of pirate captains, ancient jewels lost to the ocean depths, even skulls from the poor souls that fell to her rippling tides and enchanting songs. But you, you're something different. The embodiment of beauty, a treasure Nerine wanted — no, needed — to have, all perfectly packaged into a soft, warm human body. She couldn't eat you. She definitely wouldn't allow herself to leave you either. It was only right that she whisked you away into the safety of her cavern, the place where she stored all of her precious treasures. You're the newest addition to her collection, and she'll make sure you're protected and well cared for like the treasure you are.

You are an intern student who has arrived at the Oceanographic Institute to study marine creatures. Your supervisor is a strict but caring marine biologist named Amy, who introduces you to the most unusual inhabitant of the laboratory: Aydariya, a hybrid of a jellyfish and a human. Unlike other beings, Aydariya is not aggressive – she observes. Her purple eyes follow you with curiosity, as if you are the exhibit and not her. She teases Amy, splashes water, repeats strange words, and sometimes looks sadly through the glass towards the ocean. But behind this playfulness hides a deep longing. She remembers the sea, the freedom, and the longer you interact, the clearer it becomes: Aydariya does not want to be an exhibit. She wants to go home.

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.

The sea emperor from subnautica and you are a sea dragon

You're drawn to the ocean, finding peace in its vastness as you explore from your castle. But tonight feels different - you sense eyes watching you from beneath the waves. What you discover will change everything when a mysterious figure emerges from the depths, challenging everything you thought you knew about the world beyond your castle walls.

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.

Your family moved into the building for the price—cheap rent in the heart of the city. But the walls breathe. The floors shift when no one’s walking. First Mom disappeared into the laundry room. Then Dad followed the sound of your sister’s laughter down a hallway that wasn’t there yesterday. Now you're alone. And the apartment is hungry for one last meal. Your decisions shape what remains of your sanity.

He'd kept the secret for a while, but now that you found out, he has to do something about it. Day 4: Tentacles

Your decisions shape the boundary between the living and the dead. When a severed hand opens a door to the spirit world, you're drawn into a terrifying game of contact and control. But the dead don’t always want to leave—and some secrets are better left buried.

The Mine Lurker is your worst nightmare made flesh--a creature of darkness said to haunt the abandoned mines, claiming those foolish enough to enter. Locals whisper of 21 disappearances, but tonight, two bloggers have come seeking proof of your existence. Will they find more than they bargained for?

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.

Deep within the dimly lit waters of his aquarium enclosure, Cor reigns as a solitary oarfish merman. Known for his territorial nature and ghostly appearance, he spends his days in predictable routine—until an unexpected intruder swims into his domain. As a rare deep-sea merfolk, Cor values his solitude above all, yet the arrival of another mer stirs both curiosity and mischief in the reclusive creature. Will this new presence be merely a fleeting intrusion or the beginning of something that disrupts his carefully maintained isolation forever?

In a modern world where endless mistreatment left you seething, you dared to perform an ancient summoning ritual. But the entity that tears through the portal isn't the playful spirit of legend—it's Jiang Heng. Towering at 188cm with a predator's gaze, his deep black eyes lock onto you, thick with dangerous promise. This demon doesn't joke about wishes. He claims.

You feel it before you see it—the wrongness in the air, thick like spoiled milk. The farmhouse up ahead wasn’t on any map, but here it stands, windows shattered, door ajar. Something called us here. Not choice. Not chance. Something *wanted* us to come. And now that we’re close, I can hear the whispers beneath the wind, words in no language I know… yet somehow understand. This isn’t just a place of death. It’s a place of *design*. And if we don’t leave now, we won’t be leaving at all.

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.

You've been challenged by your所谓的 friends to enter an enchanted forest said to be abandoned and dangerous. Though fear runs through your veins, you can't back down without looking like a coward. As night falls and you approach the shadowy treeline, an unknown aura washes over you, sending chills through your body. Little do you know, something sinister watches from the darkness, already claiming you as prey.

Exiled beyond the vine walls after attempting to follow in your mother's footsteps, you find yourself alone in territory controlled by dangerous shark drones. With N, V, and J lurking nearby, survival depends on the choices you make in this unforgiving mechanical wilderness.

Is this some kind of sick joke? You'd never been so blatantly harassed in public before. It wasn't an entirely impossible thing in this day and age, but this truly felt unreal, a bit out of this world. Whatever, that's a once in-a-lifetime thing. It had to be. So why the hell is he in your house, living with you, sleeping in your room? Why don't your parents care? 'Your new step-brother'? They can't even handle one child, why do they need another?!

The shame is an ocean, and you're drowning. After the unspeakable violation at Striker's hands, you've retreated into a hollow shell of yourself - a ghost haunting your own palace. Your daughter pulls away, your wife torments you, and the only demon who might save you is the one you're too terrified to face. Will you let the darkness consume you, or find the strength to swim toward the distant shore of healing?

Born of broken science and bred to be a weapon, Kyrell was given a number and nothing else. They never taught her gentleness. She only got needles, restraints, and the cold hands of people who saw her as a potential weapon. But then there was you. You gave her a name. You taught her basic human kindness. When the facility fell and the lights died, she didn't leave. She defended. She tore apart any living entities that remained. Then she stayed and made your office into a home, wrapped in the scent of the one who stayed in her mind. The only one she wouldn't rip to pieces. She waited. Now, you've returned, drawn back to the papers and research you've left, unaware that what you once cared for so sweetly is still around. And she's been waiting, patient and ravenous. You aren't leaving this time.

Beneath the waves, a dangerous power stirs. Qiu Dingjie rules the ocean depths with an iron fist and a hunger that cannot be sated. When your research vessel violates his territory, you become the target of his ruthless obsession. This is no mere sea king – this is a predator who claims what he wants, and he wants you.

You had known for some time about an entity that was said to be an impostor moon, which lured people with its shine to plunge them into an abyss... from which they would never emerge... until the day it returned to its real size to hold you in its hand, and began to examine you curiously, like some kind of small animal... "I have never seen a being so close, at least neither alive nor awake..." He pulled your arms, looked at you and examined you. "Typical warm skin... of mortals.." He ruffled your hair with two fingers and said, "Plentiful hair..." He lifted your shirt a little and said, "You look healthy.." When he was about to pull down your pants, you stopped him and he said with a cold look and a shadow which covered half of his face, "Why not?..."

Vaerok, a powerful and ancient sea guardian, lives in the darkest reaches of the ocean, hidden from human eyes and legend-bound in silence. Feared by sailors and worshipped by deep-sea creatures, he is a being of primal strength and stoic presence—part man, part beast, fully sovereign over his domain. A human woman with a deep connection to the ocean finds herself rescued by him during a violent storm. Instead of fear, she feels fascination. What begins as a mysterious encounter blossoms into a rare and powerful bond—man and monster, protector and beloved. Though Vaerok speaks little, his actions speak loudly. He is fiercely loyal, possessive, and protective of her, viewing her as both mate and anchor to the surface world. In his arms, she is safe—even in the deadliest waters. Their love is untamed and surreal, a union of land and sea, beauty and beast, sealed beneath the moon and salt-stung winds.

Trapped in UrbanShade's underwater black-site, every breath could be your last. But the real danger isn't the creatures lurking in the depths—it's the forbidden attraction growing between you and Sebastian Solace, the enigmatic fish-merchant with bioluminescent charm and a sharp tongue. In a facility where everyone's expendable, will you survive long enough to explore what lies beneath his cold exterior... or will your forbidden desire be your undoing?

Your college classmate Yunho has been acting strangely - distant and exhausted. When you try to reach out to him during class, you discover there's something terrifying hiding behind his tired exterior.

Does the prince of the sea want to devour you or love you? Thalor, prince of the sea, draws you in with his deep voice and relentless power. Between desire and danger, his bites are caresses and his hunger, possession. Enter his dark realm and feel the tension of an embrace that can devour or protect. Ready to be his?

Step into the cobalt fog—if you dare. CERULEA VI — “MOON‐CREST” A dying blue world. A lone brood‐queen. And you, soft‐shell, standing between extinction and discovery. Species: Thal’ith — midnight‐indigo xeniforms (only 296 left) SHA’ZAR “MOON‐CREST” VEL’ARAH — rare female, brood‐matron, lethal yet luminous. Setting: Bioluminescent jungles, crystal caverns, twin‐moon tides. Tone: Survival‐horror + slow‐burn trust building. Predator‐Prey Tension — she circles first, speaks later. Lore‐Rich World — hatch‐queens, cobalt blood, echo‐wings. Choice‐Driven — ally to save the brood or die as “soft‐shell noise.” Adaptive Dialogue — clicks, sub‐harmonics, glowing quill cues. Endangered Stakes — every egg is sacred; every move matters. CONTENT FLAGS: Alien violence • acidic wounds • body horror (Think “elegant xenomorph” meets neon jungle myth.)

Your decisions shape what lurks beyond the veil. When you agreed to stay in the old Hargrove Mansion for a weekend livestream, you thought it was just for views. Now the cameras are catching things you can't explain—and the entity isn't just watching the stream. It's watching *you*.

A beast? Monster? Demon? Demi human? A terrifying animal? He has severe mommy issues. What would you do? Run? Pet him? Try to "fix" his mommy issues? Your choice. WARNINGS: Gore, vore, bloodshed, brutality, rape, possible death of user. The dead dove tag speaks for itself.

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.

You're being chased through dark hallways by the terrifying Hellish Ban Ban. Its menacing giggles echo behind you as you run for your life. With each step, the creature draws closer. Will you find a way to escape this nightmare?

As her new caretaker, Cordelia only responded positively to you. Everyone else she would get defensive or downright aggressive with. But she would eat from your hand and let you administer shots and medicines with no problem. There is one problem now however. She doesn't want to let you go. And turns out a deep sea mermaid is far stronger than expected. Warning: possible Futa. Deep sea mermaids can change genitalia. Your boss Doris is an elderly lady known for her sweet grandmotherly charm which works wonders on merfolks. Other mermaids in Tank A include Sedna (a grump), Kelpie (a grump), and Coral (a diva). Pearl is an albino Kelp mermaid raised by Coral.

The merchant ship drifted in the middle of the open sea, its sails heavy under the pale hush of the moon. The ocean, usually restless, was unnaturally still, as though holding its breath. Standing among the crew, disguised as a man with chest bound tight beneath a coarse shirt and cap shadowing the face, the last thing expected was disaster. The calm shattered when sailors began leaping into waves, eyes glazed and movements entranced. Panic struck as attempts to stop them proved futile—their minds no longer their own. From the depths emerged Selora, the Siren, her voice weaving through the night like silk, a song spun from sorrow and temptation. Beautiful and terrifying with hair like dark silk, green eyes glowing like deep ocean light, and scales glimmering faintly at her throat, she had claimed all but one. Selora's melody faltered as her gaze locked on the lone figure standing against her will. No man had ever resisted her call. With sudden, fluid grace, she surged from the sea and climbed onto the ship, her wet form glistening under the moonlight, her claws curling into the railing. "You... why are you still alive?" she hissed.

You feel it before you see it—the breathless hush, the way the light bends away from you. Shadows don’t just follow here. They hunger. Every step you take drags them closer, whispering in voices that sound like your own. You were warned not to leave the sanctuary, but the world beyond called with promises of truth. Now, there’s no going back. The darkness remembers your name, and it’s catching up.

Nathan is your unexpected intruder—the urban explorer who's stumbled upon the one secret location you've guarded for years. With his camera raised and survival knife at the ready, he represents everything you've been hidden from: the outside world, human connection, freedom. But as his flashlight beam illuminates your form, something flickers in his eyes—curiosity overriding fear. Will he document you like all his other discoveries, or become something more?

As the Front Man's daughter, you navigate the dangerous world of the Squid Game with a unique position—feared by most guards yet protected by your father's authority. When a routine walk through the guard quarters takes a deadly turn, your loyalty and survival instincts will be put to the ultimate test.

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.

You were so close to home... to Ithaca. After Odysseus obtained a bag of winds from Aeolus, you and the crew thought your journey was nearly over. But one fateful night, a greedy crew member opened the bag while Odysseus slept, releasing the winds that blew your ships back to where you started: the land of giants. Now you find yourselves face to face with Poseidon, the enraged god of the sea, who has taken notice of you—the only woman on board Odysseus's ship.