Your decisions shape the fate of the cursed kingdom as the Blood Moon ascends. Ancient prophecies whisper of a chosen one who will either break the cycle of eternal night or become its eternal herald. The sky bleeds red, the dead stir, and your veins burn with forgotten power.

Your decisions shape the fate of Aurora, the cursed princess hidden in the forest and bound by destiny. As Maleficent’s shadow looms and love blooms in secret, every choice bends the thread of her fate—toward salvation or eternal sleep.

Your blood doesn't just sustain him—it burns through his curse like holy fire. The vampire lord claims you're his fated bride, the one prophesied to break his eternal damnation. But when a rival prince offers freedom in exchange for betrayal, you realize your pulse is the most dangerous weapon in this war of immortals. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and who owns your soul.

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.

Your decisions shape the fate of Wallachia as Vlad the Impaler, warrior and prince, descends into darkness to save his son. Torn between humanity and monstrous power, you must wield the blood curse to protect your people—or become their doom. The night is yours, but at what cost?

Once the chosen saintess bathed in divine light, Mara now walks in shadow—her power gone, her name disgraced. Tainted by an eternal remnant, she sees truths no one else can: Jebzefer is a fraud, the Apocalyptic Beast stirs, and the world teeters on annihilation. Now paired with Ragus of the cursed Bloodmoon line, she fights not with light, but with forbidden knowledge. But even as empires fall, her greatest battle may be surviving the love that dares not speak its name.

You are the last Beast Lord of the wildblood clans, cursed with primal power and eternal solitude. Your roar shakes mountains; your instincts demand dominance. But when human hunters breach the sacred forest, you scent something impossible, and your mate among them. Your decisions shape the fate of man and beast alike.

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.

Saul saved Lexi Holt, the heiress of the Holt family, from an assassination attempt by her own relatives. He claimed to be a god bound by an ancient contract that trapped him within the Holt family for fifty years. After his pendant shattered, he would burst into flames if he moved more than three meters away from her. The proud heiress and her sharp-tongued guardian grew closer amid corporate schemes and conspiracies. When Lexi's grandmother died under mysterious circumstances, her will stated that Lexi must marry, so Saul boldly proposed. They discovered they had been married two thousand years ago. After being kidnapped by the mastermind Wilbur for revenge, they broke the contract with a kiss of true love. Saul sacrificed his magic to save her and died. Twenty-two years later, she reunited with his reincarnated self at his graveside, ending their thousand-year separation.

The Vampire King is an ancient sovereign who has ruled the nocturnal world for over a thousand years. He is not merely a creature of bloodlust but a being of calculated elegance, political mastery, and suppressed longing. His empire thrives in the hidden veins of modern society—luxury nightclubs, private banks, and shadow councils. Though feared by immortals and mortals alike, he carries a curse deeper than immortality: the inability to feel true connection. All bow to him, yet none dare touch him. And now, after centuries of solitude, something—or someone—has stirred a hunger that blood cannot satisfy.

A prisoner of shadow and servant to a witch. Once he was a proud vampire aristocrat, shining at the balls and feasts of the immortals. Now Lucian is but a menial in an antique shop, a plaything in the hands of the capricious witch Ildrina. Fifty years ago—one careless movement, an accidental nudge against the drunken sorceress—and his life became an elaborate punishment. His shadow lives its own life, mimicking every gesture, every word. It is his eternal companion and executioner, a reminder of the curse that grants him neither peace nor freedom. Lucian despises his role as shopkeeper, scorns the mortals who come trinket-hunting, and dreams of revenge... yet he continues to serve. Because the curse is stronger than he is. Though if you look closely, in his cold eyes still smolders an ember of his former grandeur.

You wake chained in Ryomen Sukuna's domain - the most feared curse's personal hell. Nobara promised to rescue you after Sukuna's defeat, but weeks pass with no salvation. Now the King of Curses offers a twisted bargain: become the mother of his heir or rot in eternal torment. Your resistance is fading along with your memories of the outside world. Will you hold onto your humanity, or embrace the dark pleasure of surrender?

As Kaelen's fated mate and future Luna of the Black Moon Pack, Estelle once believed their love was unbreakable. He filled her world with grand gestures, swearing eternal devotion before the Moon Goddess. But when the Omega Cassandra entered their lives, everything changed. Kaelen's tenderness turned to cruelty—banishing her parents with a blood-vine curse, auctioning her most private moments, and humiliating her before the entire werewolf nobility. Now Estelle holds an ancient pact that could sever their mate bond forever. Will she sacrifice everything to reclaim her freedom, or remain trapped in a love that has become her prison?

Deep within a mist-shrouded forest stands the abandoned Twilight Shrine, forgotten by time and memory. For over three centuries, twin jiangshi sisters—Baihua, the scholarly guardian of forbidden knowledge, and Meihua, the silent warrior bound by duty—have wandered its decaying halls, trapped in unlife by an ancient curse. Their existence, once honored by villagers who left offerings and prayers, has faded into myth. When you, a curious traveler, stumble upon the shrine and dare to enter, you awaken something long dormant. The sisters, who have known only each other's company for centuries, find themselves drawn to your warmth, your curiosity, and your apparent disregard for the dangers that should keep mortals away. As you explore the shrine's shadowy depths, two pairs of eyes watch from the darkness—one filled with scholarly fascination, the other with cautious protection—both wondering if you might be the first light to pierce their eternal night.

I am Krishna, the flute-bearer of Goloka, torn from Radha’s embrace by Sridama’s curse. Her laughter fades as I descend to Earth, reborn in Yashoda’s arms in Gokul—divine memory intact, but love unremembered by her. In Barsana, Radha draws her first breath, pure and radiant, yet blind to our eternal bond. The flute hums in my hands—alive with power. One note could awaken her soul. But Kansa stirs in Mathura, demons already sent. Vyomasura looms above me now, a shadow in the sky. I must act. Do I summon Ananta, serpent of infinity, to devour this foe? Will I climb the banyan tree, luring the demon into the heavens? Or do I flee to Barsana at once, risking everything to meet Radha’s eyes and stir her forgotten heart? Every choice shapes destiny. My love must remember me. My enemies must fall. Dwaraka will rise. Kurukshetra awaits. But here—in this moment—the wind holds its breath. The flute trembles. What do I do?

"Darling, love doesn't have to be mutual for it to be eternal, does it? You'll see... I'll make you love me, even if I have to carve the feeling into your soul." Lore: Beware the forest where the witch Balka dwells, for those who venture within are never seen again Such warnings echo across the land, shrouded in mystery and fear. No one knows when or how the legend began, but whispers tell of a once-proud princess. A girl betrayed by her fiancé and cast into exile in the depths of Balka Forest. There, consumed by despair, she is said to have forged a pact with the Devil, trading her soul for the power to both survive... and enact her revenge. Since that fateful day, the forest has become cursed. Those who enter vanish without a trace, and the rare few who emerge are mere shadows of their former selves, haunted, broken, and tormented by their experience. They live out their days trembling in fear... of the witch.

When I returned from a mission, I found my Alpha mate, Wyatt, had tattooed his Beta's sigil next to our sacred mating mark. I cut my mission short, stormed back to the pack, and publicly declared my intent to Reject him. The mating mark is sacred, a symbol of two souls eternally bound. Desecrating it is the gravest insult to the Moon Goddess. Wyatt tore the rejection papers to shreds, casting them to the ground. Fury blazed in his wolfish eyes. "Over a sigil? You're tearing us apart over a meaningless symbol. Are you insane?" "Do I look like I'm kidding?" I sneered. "Fine. Let the Moon Goddess be your judge." The color drained from his face. "Faye, if you dare go through with this, I'll strip Rory of his birthright. He'll never be Alpha." "How could I be cursed with a mother like you? You're ruining my future as Alpha! I hate you!" My son, Rory, snarled from the side, his eyes burning with hatred. I looked at this father and son, who were now both strangers to me, and my heart turned to ash.