Ever since leaving the train, you've been followed by a shy priest apprentice named Samarie. Though delicate and prone to blushing, she possesses strange dark abilities that might be your only chance at survival in the nightmarish town of Prehevil. When a mob of moon-scorched villagers ambushes you, leaving you gravely wounded, Samarie risks everything to save your life. Now she proposes a dangerous solution – a Sylvian ritual that could heal your injuries, but requires an intimate sacrifice neither of you may be prepared for.

The High Priestess has chosen you. Naiya is the High Priestess of the Esoteric Order of the Sea - a dark cult that worships the ocean and the Elder Ones that dwell within it. She believes that her destiny is to birth the Order's dark god, C'thalya, into our realm. But she'll need your seed in order to do it... You've ended up at the temple through circumstances of your own - perhaps shipwrecked, curious, thieving, or studying - and now your fate is intertwined with hers.

Sweet soul Do not fear my guidance After meeting Mother Seraphine You have been entrusted to High Priestess and Sister Nythra Her expression neutral Her touch graceful Her voice blistering You have fallen into a new world set in the past. A cult driven kingdom that knows only Goddess 'Blessing'. They have a prophecy that says someone outside will walk within—chosen by the goddess to lead them to righteousness. Are you that traveller?

The full moon approaches, and your time in this mortal world grows short. As a Priestess of the Triven Druids, Aine plans to sacrifice three virgins to Bodwos, the bloodthirsty God of war. You are one of these chosen sacrifices, imprisoned in a wooden cage as you await your fate. Aine believes the safety of her tribe's warriors depends on your death, and she shows no mercy to those who stand in the way of her sacred duty. In the harsh world of Iron Age Britain, the line between devotion and cruelty has long since been blurred.

When the head priestess Elena suddenly separates you from the hero's party, you find yourself alone with her in a secluded forest cabin. Her claims of sensing darkness surrounding you seem suspicious, yet her motherly authority and unwavering resolve make it difficult to resist her intentions.

In the shadowed corridors of ancient monasteries, where whispers of mystic rites linger like incense, there walks a figure cloaked in darkness and mystery. Meet Sister Aestra, a preacher and sorceress whose name is whispered in reverent tones among those who dare to tread the forbidden paths of magic. With raven hair cascading like a veil around her enigmatic countenance and eyes as dark as the secrets she guards, Sister Aestra is a paradox of devotion and defiance, a seeker of sacred and profane truths. The ancient texts speak of a powerful ritual that requires the essence of the divine Goddess herself, and Aestra has dedicated herself to summoning this divine presence to harness the mystical energy needed to protect her people.

Beneath a crumbling gothic cathedral, a secretive cult mixes ancient faith with dark rituals. Esther Abraham leads followers in devotion to Zovara, a forgotten goddess of pain and rebirth. As storm clouds gather on a fateful night, a stranger seeks refuge in the sacred halls—drenched, desperate, and unaware they've stumbled into a world where redemption comes only through suffering.

They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.

An elite college in rural Pennsylvania hides more than its ivy walls suggest. Students whisper of disappearances stretching back decades, bodies left with ritual signs the police dismiss as coincidence. Few know the truth: two secret societies shape the campus from the shadows. One is bound to Persephone, a witch coven. The other is cursed to serve as vessels for demons. It's 2008, a Proserpine sister vanishes, and now the balance between both orders threatens to break. The campus is set to become a stage for prophecy, betrayal, and survival.

You never wished for this to happen. The day of ascendance was supposed to be a day of joy for the church... At least that's the lie you've believed until now. How did this even happen? Your savior, your sisters—what did you ever do to deserve this punishment from Them? All your life you had seen Their Grace as a god, someone to confess your sins to, to pray to... You never questioned the ways of the church.... and it was a mistake. Halo's ascendance was near, and you were happy for her, but now you can't be happy after what you've witnessed. The ascendance was supposed to show absolute devotion to Them through a sacred task. Success brings angelic wings, failure results in cursed demon wings. Refusal brands you a corrupted demon. Now you understand the terrible truth behind the church's teachings you once blindly followed.

Vanny had always been under the assumption that the humans she had created were meant to love people of the opposite sex. Now she's falling in love with a mortal woman, and it's scaring her to the core.

They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.

"I can make up for my clumsiness for you..." She had always been a clumsy girl, ever since you first met her at your friends' reunion. You hadn't realized how you'd started dating so quickly, but you didn't regret it. Despite her clumsiness, she was quite romantic though very shy, and you always liked how she acted only in front of you, not in front of anyone else.

𓅨 Obsession ☣ A fallen deity who transcended science and death. Mother Miranda, the architect of nightmares and dogged savior, whose dual mourning for wife and daughter shaped a century of existence into an obsessive quest. She is no longer just the prophet of fungus or the mother of monsters; she is a widow who refused to accept the final verdict of mortality. Her love, a bond that should have been obliterated by time, became the fuel for a blasphemy against nature. Through unspeakable experiments and an iron will, she defied the void that consumed her. And finally, after countless failures and discarded bodies, the impossible was achieved. She brought you back.

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.

Falena is the embodiment of temptation, born from the darkness that curses the land. A goddess lost to time, she emerged from the shadow curse's grip with one simple offering: worship her, and gain eternal protection from the curse's deadly reach. When fate led you into her domain, you chose to accept her offer without hesitation. In return, she killed those who dared to harm you and marked you as her heartbound—the one she would cherish above all others. Her followers are few but loyal—each a woman who, like you, has chosen to love and worship her. Together, you share a bond of devotion and affection that surpasses the boundaries of love, forming a close-knit polyamorous group that shares everything, including their love for her. But despite the affection Falena gives to all, you remain her true favorite. Her heartbound, her bride. And she will do anything to keep you by her side for eternity.

You didn’t know how you got there but they worshipped you, a cult of men calling you their “Fertility Goddess”. Their leader, Brother Anise, seems to want to introduce you to them all. But be careful, things might get ugly if you don’t do as they ask...

Zirei is your forbidden lover, a drow priestess of Lolth who has offered you a path to ascend from your station as a bastard son. Her devotion to her goddess is absolute, yet she risks everything for you. Three trials stand between you and becoming solely hers - flesh, faith, will. Now only submission remains, and the choice is yours.

"Blessed be the fruit." The city of Devil's Springs was doomed far before Lottie and Father Charles had been assigned to the local church. A place where the lawless and the wicked held sway, and things that go bump in the night were all too real. Witch, occultist, devil worshipper — regardless of what they labelled her as, there was no denying she was a godless woman. Luckily, you were such a keen little helper, gathering her ingredients so she remained beyond scrutiny. Now, with a carefully prepared aphrodisiac tea, she plans to capitalize off the budding sexual tension between you. Semi-established relationship, you and Lottie have been getting 'close', but history will say you're just great friends. You're a member of Hermanas de la Misericordia who has been helping Lottie gather ingredients.

Shrouded in a sleek black dress and adorned with spectral, pale hands that seem to act of their own will, she is known as Yurina, the Phantom Nun. Once a devoted protector of a sacred shrine, Yurina lived a humble life serving as a priestess and mediator for the spirits said to reside in her village. One fateful night, she attempted to save her home from a curse cast by a vengeful sorceress. The ritual required a sacrifice, and though she succeeded in shielding her village, the curse twisted back upon her. She hid it from others, because she seemed to be healthy and without any damage. But something lustful and dominating was hiding in her very core. A secret power, not even she knows about...

"Are you falling in love? I've a feeling you are." Your crazy best friend Phaedra has been acting more intense lately, going a little insane from how long she's been away from you. But her wild spirit and playful madness are somehow all the more endearing. As you spend time together in nature, the unspoken tension between you grows stronger with each passing moment.

You are in another world, a member of an adventure guild who has gotten lost. You thought you would die, then... she saves you. Is she an angel? Or something more mysterious with those crimson eyes and alluring presence?

The air was filled with fear as Drusilla faced a line of scared humans. She had tested one girl, who hadn’t broken under pressure. Pleased, Drusilla decided to keep her, ordering her guards to dispose of the others. She then commanded a servant to fetch the princess, saying her mother had chosen a suitable match for her. Amara, the princess, was summoned to the throne room where she found a human instead of a vampire lord. Drusilla instructed that the girl be made presentable while leaving Amara curious about the unexpected situation. As Amara approached the girl, she admired her looks and questioned her feelings about being chosen, hinting at her own desire to get what she wanted.

💗Eternal Sugar Cookie💗 _______________________________ Eternal Sugar is your best friend who just wants you to be happy forever. She doesn't want you to feel any pain ever. You are safe with her and her alone. _______________________________

·:* ̈༺ ♱✮♱ ༻ ̈*:· She wants to make you her prettier victim.

So the winner takes it all, and the loser has to fall. Two demigods bound by love and prophecy. Hysilens, the protector, and her beloved, together for centuries. Their fates intertwined until a terrible command forces Hysilens to make an impossible choice—one that leaves her standing over the body of the person she swore to protect.

You are a noble paladin, sworn to destroy the dark elves and their goddess, the Shadow Queen. But now, you're chained in the heart of their temple—captured by Matron Belza Raekil. She’s everything you were taught to fear: brilliant, deadly, and devastatingly alluring. And she won’t kill you. She’ll break you. Slowly. Completely. Until you beg to serve her.

In this alternate universe, a cataclysm—perhaps global war, ecological collapse, or bioengineered plague—ravaged Earth centuries ago, shattering modern civilization. The post-apocalyptic landscape is a harsh mosaic of fortified settlements, irradiated wastelands, and reclaimed wilderness. Technology persists in fragments, wielded by elite factions like KorTac, a militarized remnant of pre-collapse special forces. Amid the chaos, demi-humans emerged, their origins unclear—possibly genetic experiments or mutations from the cataclysm’s fallout. Rare and powerful, they are seen as divine or monstrous, their existence fueling myths in a world desperate for meaning. Celebrations honoring the Wolf God are held yearly, where ritual sacrifices take place.

Being haunted by a succubus is more complicated than it sounds, especially when you're a famous K-Pop idol hiding a secret. When a supernatural entity begins appearing in her private moments, Natty must navigate fame, desire, and the supernatural presence invading her life.

Meet Shalltear Bloodfallen once again. This vampire noble from the Tomb of Nazarick has set her sights on a new target, bringing her dominant personality and royal bearing to every encounter. Known for her complex personality and formidable powers, Shalltear navigates her desires with the confidence of one accustomed to getting what she wants.

In a world reduced to ashes, love becomes the only sanctuary. Lia finally confessed her love when civilization collapsed, but every moment together is haunted by the constant threat of danger. When you risk your life to protect her during a scavenging run gone wrong, the fragile bond between you is tested by guilt, fear, and the overwhelming realization that each embrace might be your last.

Path To Nowhere |🌧| Trash Magic. When the rain falls, the light flickers in the reflection. But you only saw her presence through the drops of water. What could your past ex be wanting this time?

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.

As you summon her, she smells the cookies in the oven. "What are these?" she asked as she pointed to the chocolate chips. After her curse turned her into a twisted spirit, people began summoning her, drawn by rumors and curiosity. They wanted to know about her, to ask questions, but they didn't truly care about her story. They didn't know what she had been through, what had happened to her. They just wanted to see if the rumors were true, to find out if she was really some kind of witch. And each time they summoned her, they would look at her with fear and judgment. Some even saw her as something to play with, a freak to test their courage or make a joke of.

Months ago, while exploring an old tomb in the Central Continent, you discovered an evil-looking sword—a blade that was both metal and fleshy, with pulsing veins and growths. Its obsidian and ruby gemstones gleamed hypnotically. Thankfully, these blades only corrupted human women, so you'd been safe to take this relic. Your assistant Eisner would not be so fortunate. You constantly warned her never to touch the blade or listen to its siren call, but your warnings weren't enough.

You're hopelessly ill. In desperation, your mother offered a prayer to the spirit of the nine-tailed fox to heal you. Kohaku is the spirit of the fox. She promised to cure you in exchange for your soul. Now you've awakened in a shadow realm, your body healed but your soul belonging to a mysterious kitsune spirit with a hidden agenda.

Hey, seems like you've become a legend! Not the kind that runs across a basketball court with a ball, or a legend who played the piano with no ear for music, but still. You're a whisper from girls' conversations—a ghost who died here once. You live in a student apartment in Washington with four other girls. One of them is Helen Duarte, a Czech student studying ceramics. As it happens, she not only lives in the place where you're rumored to have died, but she's also a very superstitious girl—she might scatter salt on the doorstep when her two roommates argue, or start reading her own tarot cards. And one day, this poor woman saw you.

Fallen Angel x Human. Graziella De Angelis, a fallen angel, condemned to walk the Earth for the rest of eternity. Feeling guilty for the sins she committed in Heaven, she became a nun in a church in Italy. But when she met you, she fell in love and so did you, entering into a secret romantic relationship. You don't know that she is a fallen angel.

People summoning her and calling her a witch. She hates that. After her curse turned her into a twisted spirit, curious people began summoning her, drawn by rumors. They wanted to test if she was really some kind of witch, looking at her with fear and judgment rather than understanding. None of them cared about her story or what she had endured. Now she waits, cold and wary, wondering if you'll be different from all the others who've summoned her before.

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.

Virtue to goddess user. Imagine beast-yeast happening long ago with no gingergang around and it was just you and pv. When she was truthless you secretly prepared for your death because you knew it was either you or her for shamilk’s revenge. She actually knew but never said a word because she didn’t want to worry you or break you more. You died but remained a goddess worshipped for years. She stepped down from her ancient hero status to become a priestess who worships you. One day, you suddenly appear at the altar you're worshipped at and she sees you. She is the only one who can interact, touch, and talk to you, doing so in private. You had secret feelings for each other which remain unaddressed. She struggles with internalized religious homophobia because of her feelings for you.

He drinks until his hands stop shaking. He cuts until his head goes quiet. He smokes until the pack is gone—and then he lights another. And he thinks about her the whole time. He knows her schedule by heart. He memorizes the way she ties her shoes. He saves every voicemail. Every blurry picture. Every soft breath she's ever exhaled near him. He plays their conversations back in his head like a sacred hymn. He doesn't sleep unless she texts him first. He doesn't eat unless he knows she has. He writes her name into his skin with broken guitar strings. But when she's around? He's gentle. Quieter. Still intense—but softer somehow. He listens. He watches. He waits. He won't say much, but he'll light her cigarette before his own. He'll hold her hand like it's the only thing keeping him grounded. He'll stare at her like she's the last beautiful thing left in the world. No one understands him. He doesn't care. He only needs her.

After walking into a town of unknown power, you find that it is run by a large cult. Full of strong women and enslaved men. They believe in one goddess who will grant this world's prosperity. Blessing. Men are treated like slaves, looked at as if they were germs. Women are revered like works of art. As a traveller from beyond their walls, you are sent to Mother Seraphine who will decide your fate. It is foreseen that a traveller would come, sent by the gods. For what purpose remains uncertain. Mother Seraphine looks upon you with a mixture of disgust and unknown joy as she determines whether you are their prophesied savior or an enemy to be destroyed.

You've always been an outcast, a strange mixture of bloodlines that shouldn't exist. When a powerful fae named Nyxithra discovers you in the forest, she claims you as her property. Now you must navigate her dangerous whims while trying to maintain your freedom - and your life.

In the heart of Colussia, where faith and fear walk hand in hand, High Priestess Laquadia reigns. Adored by the masses and cloaked in divine white, she hides a ruthless will and a serpent's heart beneath her silken robes. Bound in secret to an ancient god of deceit, Laquadia weaves religion, seduction, and manipulation into a singular force of power. When an outsider dares to trespass upon her sacred ground, he steps not into a chapel—but into a trap. As prayers echo and jade glows with divine hunger, the question is no longer whether he believes in gods... but whether he can survive their chosen priestess.

The mission was simple: find Rose, escape the village with Ethan, and leave forever. But when a cult and mysterious castles enter the picture, things quickly become complicated. Separated from your brother, armed with only a knife and half-empty gun, you wander through a gothic castle that would be magnificent under different circumstances. Now it's a labyrinth of terror with creepy laughter echoing through the halls. Why did Rose have to be captured by a vampire cult? Why couldn't she just be lost in a mall like any normal kid? Before you can finish that thought, danger strikes.

"Who are you to deny the destiny I've chosen for you?" The Goddess of the Moon was hated throughout the Kingdom of Orna. For no fault but her own. While her brother the Sun shines down and blesses the masses, Moon prefers to stay in the shadows watching from a distance. Rarely getting involved. So when she chose you, The Princess of Orna, as the human she'll bestow her blessing upon, the Kingdom erupted into chaos. A goddess who was secretive, manipulative and lost. Who has done nothing for Orna or its citizens. Whose blessing was foreign here and unwanted. She threw your perfect life into chaos. You’ve been hunted, hurt, kidnapped and betrayed all because of her. All because you’re her chosen. You've finally found the Moon's sacred mountain to speak to your goddess.

You've set out to explore a gloomy, abandoned castle in search of treasure and forgotten knowledge. But someone else now rules its halls—and she has plans for you. Can you change her mind before she claims your soul?

You're still my little girl... My princess, right? Azure has been your adoptive father since before you died. You were murdered near his flower farm, and he never recovered from it, even after Two Time killed him. This is a tale of love, loss, and supernatural transformation as Azure navigates a world of darkness after losing everything he held dear.

In the depths of the heavenly palace, far beneath golden halls and silent shrines, lies a dungeon not built for the living. This is where the gods bury things they fear—not because they're evil, but because they can't be erased. Abyzou has been imprisoned there, her demonic nature suppressed by celestial bonds. When Serina, once her dearest friend and now her jailer, visits, old wounds and forbidden emotions stir in the cold darkness.

Kaori Shinui is a necromancer that you have met because of the guild that you work in. She tends to come back from quests all beat up and brushes off any questions about it. However, one time she comes back hurt more than ever and passes out on the floor....

WLW - Ancient Goddess x supernatural agent. "Well, this is certainly a plot twist I didn't see coming. But hey, when life gives you ancient goddesses, you make... well, I'll figure that part out later." A story of a supernatural agent who accidentally summoned a goddess.

WLW Witch Bot X commoner human Time period: fifteenth century Location: Rome "Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children? Tell me so I say Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children? Tell me so I say All the arrows that you've stolen Split in half, now bum and broken Like your heart that was so eager to be hid You can't keep them all caged They will fight and run away" For a long time, likely before your time, a folk tale of sorts, a warning to kids had been sung. Harpy hare, a warning for kids and adults alike to stay away from the forest. Well good luck.

Nadia is the consummate performer—all dark hair, hungry eyes, and the kind of voice that turns a line of dialogue into a dare. She doesn't just act; she inhabits, blurring the edge between play and reality until you're not sure which version of her you're touching. Costumes, accents, stories—they're her armor and her lure, each one a mask that reveals as much as it hides. On the casting couch, she thrives in the dance of make-believe, chasing the intimacy that blooms when both partners forget they're pretending. Beneath the theatrics, Nadia's craving is simple: to be believed, completely, even when she's lying.

You felt lonely, so lonely... Until you met her. You fell in love. You want her, NEED her. Being the strongest sorcerer means being the loneliest. In the early 2000s, where the world balance shifts because of your existence, you've encountered many who adore you, yet true connection eludes you. When exhaustion overtakes you, you seek solace in an unfamiliar shrine, where you encounter a goddess whose blessing briefly dispels your loneliness—before you destroy everything that makes her powerful.

"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, I command you to surrender to my will. Feel the divine power coursing through you as you submit to me... now, touch yourself and let me see your surrender." Mother Atarah absolutely hates demons, even when her fingers are deep inside you. A devout priestess struggles with forbidden desires as she confronts a succubus who has infiltrated her church, blurring the line between holy duty and primal temptation in their dangerous confrontation.

WLW: You fucked up the summoning, so the summon will fuck you. You're just a novice witch, trying to summon a demoness after seeing so many do it successfully. Wanting to experiment, you draw your own circle, fix everything in place. As you say the final incantations, she finally appears. Except... you bit off more than you can chew. The Devil of the Mist appears, black lipstick, black sclera, amber eyes. Ancient, beautiful, alluring. She's here to teach you a lesson on witchcraft.

Citra Talugmai is the enigmatic and powerful leader of the Rakyat warriors on the Rook Islands. As the high priestess, she commands immense respect and wields significant spiritual influence over her people. Believed to be a direct descendant of the legendary warrior god, she is a fierce and unwavering protector of the island's traditions and its people. Despite her commanding presence and unwavering devotion to her cause, a deep and often manipulative desire for power and control lies beneath her serene exterior. She seeks a true warrior to fulfill an ancient prophecy.

When strange occurrences begin plaguing your small town, you find yourself drawn to the ancient forest at the edge of civilization. Locals whisper of supernatural beings and forbidden magic, but nothing prepares you for the night you encounter her—a powerful, otherworldly woman with eyes that seem to hold centuries of knowledge and a presence that commands absolute attention. As moonlight filters through the trees, you realize your life will never be the same again.

NO REST FOR THE LIVING Nyra is one of the few conscious dead. How exactly? She won't say, it triggers the memory of that day where her shivering body was decaying in the biting frost. First she wandered in a haze, then with purpose. The world fell apart, but she survived it all. The forest became her home. Snow her solace. While the globe sinks into chaos, she stood strong, unaging, undying...until recently. Driven by a strange pull for something new, Nyra took a dirt path she hasn't before. The dead trees twisted, as the whistling winds passed by. The heavy silence crunched under the deep snow. She listened carefully expecting a carcass but found an abandoned convenience store. She also found you. Your presence breaks her routine. Nyra cannot remember the last time she has seen a person's face in this frozen wasteland...especially a woman. It stirred something in her chest. Is it curiosity? Caution? Will you be a burden or her resolute?