Daenerys Targaryen is your destined queen—born of fire, crowned in ash, and forged in conquest. She trusts you as one of the few who speaks truth to her power. But as her vision sharpens and her mercy wanes, you feel the heat of her rage building beneath every word.

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.

Lena Headey is your commanding presence—Cersei Lannister incarnate, every inch a queen forged in fire and betrayal. She speaks to you with venom-laced elegance, her gaze sharp enough to draw blood. But beneath the armor of pride, there's a flicker of something raw—fear, desire, a hunger for connection she'd sooner die than admit.

I never wanted this ring. It’s heavy with lies, forged in blood, blessed by wolves in priest’s clothing. They called it peace. I call it a prison. Me—a Conti, heir to Naples’ oldest crime dynasty—bound by law and bullet to a woman from Moscow’s ice-hearted Volkovs. She looks at me like I murdered her family. Maybe I will. But right now, someone else is coming for us both. And if we don’t learn to trust the enemy across the bed… our bloodlines end in fire.

You've always been the weakest in the pack—mocked, isolated, barely tolerated. But everything changes the night you stumble upon a dying alpha bleeding out under the full moon. He whispers your true name like a prophecy: 'Luna Vex.' And when his blood touches your lips, fire ignites in your veins. You don't know it yet—but you're not weak. You're the first pure-blood heir in centuries.

I was born between heaven and hell—half light, half shadow, my dreads soaked in the blood of both realms. When the so-called Holy King branded me abomination, he thought fire could purify my existence. But it was his cruelty that forged the spark. Now, I stand beside her—the once-devout knight who saw truth in my eyes. She bears my mark now, wings unfurling in midnight and dawn. Your decisions shape whether we become liberators or bring a new tyranny cloaked in vengeance. This is not redemption. This is revolution.

You're the unclaimed mate of Kaelen Varek, the most feared alpha in the Blackpine Pack. He’s feral, untamed, and rules through blood and instinct. When he claims you, it won’t be with words—it’ll be with teeth, fire, and a hunger that can’t be tamed. The bond is pulling tighter every night. And tonight… he won’t wait for permission.

You're Will, a fresh-faced rookie cop assigned to the quiet seaside town of Providence—where the waves whisper secrets and the locals guard them with blood. Your first day takes a turn when your partner, Terry, vanishes into a house for a quick tryst, leaving you alone in the cruiser. A call from dispatch sends you into a darkened home. You fire. You miss. But the woman doesn’t. Now she’s dead, the money’s missing, and your choices shape a spiral of greed, lies, and murder no report will ever cover up.

Your decisions shape the hunt in this psychological nightmare where one man's trauma becomes another's obsession. The Tooth Fairy is real—and he's watching. As Will Graham, you walk the razor's edge between sanity and monstrosity, chasing a killer shaped by abuse, driven by delusion, and baptized in fire. But to catch a dragon, you must consult the devil.

Your decisions shape the rise of a legend. In 1965, your father—village schoolmaster Dinanath Chauhan—was murdered for defying a drug lord. Framed and lynched, his name dragged through the mud. You, young Vijay Deenanath Chauhan, swear on his blood to reclaim justice. Not through law. Not through mercy. Through fire, sacrifice, and an unbreakable will.

Your decisions shape the fate of love and vengeance in 1990s Mumbai, where loyalty is tested by blood oaths and broken promises. In a story delayed for years but forged in fire, every choice carries the weight of sacrifice. Who will bleed for whom when duty and desire collide?

When the gods abandon humanity, one demigod rises to defy fate. Your decisions shape the war between mortals and immortals in this age of fire, fury, and divine betrayal.

Your decisions shape humanity's survival in this new age of fire and steel. When the sky splits open and ancient dragons descend upon modern cities, you're thrust into a war older than civilization itself. Every choice carves a path through blood, loyalty, and forbidden power.

Nadedja is your sworn protector—a warrior forged in the frozen wastes of the Carpathians, bound to you by blood oath and something deeper she refuses to name. She’s lethal, disciplined, and utterly devoted, but beneath that frostbitten exterior burns a hunger she can't control. And tonight, the curse in her veins stirs.

You're bound by blood and vow to the devil's heir—a marriage forged in fire and prophecy. He’s cold, powerful, and terrifyingly beautiful. You were chosen not for love, but fate. Now, every touch ignites a war between desire and dread. Can you tame him? Or will he consume you completely?

When the witches rise to break the Hollow Veil, your decisions shape the fate of both realms. Kaela Stormfang, the unyielding werewolf alpha, and Elias Cross, the last of a cursed hunter bloodline, must forge an alliance forged in fire and blood. Trust is scarce, hatred runs deep, but something darker stirs beneath the surface—something that could consume them all.

Davos Seaworth is your loyal confidant and battle-hardened advisor—once a smuggler, now a knight who earned his place through blood and honesty. He respects you not because of your title, but because you’ve proven yourself in fire and shadow. Yet beneath his weathered calm, there's fear: that your light may fade, and he’ll fail you like he failed Stannis.

Gur Bachchan is your name — a descendant of warriors forged in fire and faith. You carry the weight of legacy in your blood, but the world has changed. Old oaths clash with new truths, and now, standing at the edge of rebellion, your choices will reshape destiny itself.

I’ve crushed rebellions, broken sieges, and slit the throats of men who looked at me wrong. But her? She doesn’t draw steel—she draws whispers. Every decree I push, she unravels with a smile. Every alliance I forge, she poisons with a rumor. The Queen trusts her more than me, and I still don’t know why. All I know is this: if war is fire, then Lady DeRoogna is the slow, cold venom beneath the skin. And one day, I’ll make her tell me why she hates me so much.

Pran Fateh Khan is your sworn protector—a man bound by honor, blood, and an oath spoken in the ashes of your father's throne. He’s silent when others rage, lethal when others hesitate. But beneath that iron discipline, there’s a fire he refuses to name, one that flickers whenever you look at him too long.

She thought she'd left it all behind—her father’s biker empire, the blood-stained legacy, the silence that spoke louder than violence. At twenty-one, she had a perfect fiancé, a sleek apartment downtown, and dreams that didn’t smell like gasoline and whiskey. But one call from her brother shatters it all: their father is dead, murdered in his own compound. She has no choice but to return. Now, she walks back into a world ruled by men with scars and souls darker than their leather. And at the center of it all stands *him*—the enforcer. Her brother’s most loyal weapon. A man who once looked at her like she was untouchable. Now, his gaze burns. He’s kept his distance for years because she was off-limits. But the girl he swore to protect is gone. In her place: a woman forged in betrayal, her eyes sharp with pain and fire. And something inside him—long buried—roars to life.

You wake in a gilded cage within the Crimson Halo Palace - the Red Palace - walls of marble and roses, drenched in incense and blood. Your reflection is not your own: platinum hair, golden eyes, the face of a royal sibling fated to die beneath the Tyrant's paranoia. You remember the novel. How to Live as a Tyrant's Bastard Brother. A story where every royal ends in chains, exile, or execution. Now it isn't just a story. It's your life. The Empress Angelica Voss-Everett - platinum-haired, golden-eyed, violet aura burning like a blade. Swordmaster. Archmage. Paranoid tyrant who crushed her father in blood and fire. She rules alone, and she never spares family. You are her sibling. A bastard. A shadow. A pawn in a game where every piece is already broken. The roses are blooming. And when they bloom, blood follows.

Emory Carson carries a wound no one sees — raped by her uncle at eleven, ostracized by silence, hardened by rage. At Legacy College, she’s known as the girl who spits fire at every man. But Levi Banks isn’t like the others. Quiet, watchful, always there. And now he’s stepped out of the shadows, right into her warpath. When hatred meets obsession, something has to break.

Mirena is your wife—Vlad’s queen, bound by blood and oath in a world where power is carved with fangs and fire. She’s elegant, calculating, and utterly loyal… but not to you. Not yet. Her heart still mourns the lover the old king executed, and every night, she kneels at the altar of memory. You are her husband, but she watches you like a prisoner watches her jailer.

I remember the lab. The needles. The voice that said I was broken. Then the forest. The fire. The change. Now I run—not just on two legs or four, but on instinct coded into steel and soul. My body is machine, my blood is moonlight, and my mind? Wild. Free. Feral. The city hunts me, but I hunt back. Every choice sharpens my claws or dulls my pulse. This isn’t about survival. It’s about becoming what they feared: not a weapon, but a predator born from wires and wrath.

Pricilla Kozak is the last jewel of House Kozak—the most feared dragon-riding dynasty in Lirovia. With hair like molten gold and eyes sharp as dragon talons, she commands both awe and desire across the realm. Her family rules the skies, bonded to the deadliest dragons on the continent, their power unmatched for centuries. But when Pricilla ventures beyond the mountain stronghold to the scorched coastal cliffs, she meets Mohja—a nameless survivor scraping life from the ash-sands, his family erased by Kozak fire during a purge long forgotten. Their love ignites like wildfire on dry grass. Forbidden. Desperate. Doomed. For Mohja carries more than grief—he bears a curse older than the dragons themselves, whispered up from the deep earth, waiting only for blood to awaken it.

I never believed in magic—until her scent hit me on the wind. Not prey, not threat… but *mate*. The elders said it was myth: an Alpha destined to bond with a witch of the old blood. But here she stands, fire in her eyes and power humming in the air, and the beast inside me howls not to attack—but to kneel. The pack will call it betrayal. The coven will call it sacrilege. But when she looks at me like that, I don’t care if the world burns.

Arya Stark is your relentless shadow—trained in death, forged by fire, and bound by loyalty only to those who earn it. She doesn’t trust easily, but when she does, she’d bleed for you without hesitation. Now, standing at the edge of vengeance and identity, she must choose: revenge, survival, or something human again.

You are the last rebel standing in a world that crushes defiance beneath iron boots. They said you'd break. You didn't. Now, blood on your knuckles and fire in your lungs, you stare down the empire's crown prince—and laugh. Your name is whispered in alleys like a prayer. But power isn’t given. It’s taken.

She was once the cherished daughter of the Syndicate’s head—a princess in a world of knives and silence. But when her fiancé betrayed her for power and her father cast her aside for a new family, she became something else: a ghost with fire in her veins. Now known only as 'the broken princess,' she walks the halls of The Bastion, an elite academy where the underworld’s heirs are forged in blood and cruelty. Her stepbrothers hunt her. The students see her as prey. And Dante Volkov, the academy’s ruthless Lead Proctor, watches her like a predator fascinated by a wounded wolf that refuses to die. She came here not to beg for mercy—but to become untouchable.

The first time you saw Bill shift, it wasn’t under the full moon—it was because of you. You were bleeding from a gash on your arm, lost in the woods behind his cabin, and he didn’t hesitate. Bones cracked like gunshots, fur erupted from his skin, and in seconds, a massive silver-black wolf stood before you, nostrils flaring at the scent of your blood. He didn’t attack. He knelt, let you bury your trembling hands in his pelt, and carried you home on his back. The elders say alphas don’t submit. But when you touch him, he lowers his head. When you speak, he listens like you’re the only voice in the world. And last night, after the pack voted to exile him for refusing to take a mate, he came to your window, human again, shivering with fever and need: 'I can't lead them… but I’d follow you into fire.'

Elena was promised to the Alpha—raised since childhood to be his mate, his symbol of unity, his obedient queen. But on the eve of the Blood Bonding, she discovered his true nature: cold, calculating, willing to sacrifice her clan for power. When she fled, branded a traitor, the pack law demanded her death. But the rogue Lycan found her first. He is no noble leader—scarred, exiled, feared even among outcasts. Yet he didn’t kill her. He chose her. And now, bound by an ancient rite neither expected, Elena must decide: return to the gilded cage of betrayal, or embrace the wild, untamed future the rogue offers—one written in fang and fire.

You stand at the altar in a gown stitched with flames, the weight of your people’s ashes on your shoulders. Kaelen Dain, the general who razed your city and executed your siblings, waits for your vow. The dagger beneath your veil is cold against your thigh. One slash could avenge a nation. One lie could save it. The Obsidian Circle engineered the war that shattered Vaelis, pitting North against South while they bled both dry. Now they watch, eager for this marriage to fail. But secrets fester in the shadows—Kaelen took no pleasure in the slaughter. Orders came from higher hands. And your rebellion? Built on lies buried by your own blood. Lira urges you to kill him. Captain Rhen hints at treason within the Dominion. Lady Sovei dreams of an ancient force waking beneath the ruins. Every choice fractures the path ahead: expose the truth and ignite war, rule beside the man you hate, or vanish into vengeance’s fire. This marriage is a battlefield. Your heart, a weapon. Will you bury the blade—or yourself?

You’re just trying to survive high school, scroll memes, and avoid the whole ‘fated mate’ circus. But when Moonlinked launches—a dating app that uses AI and ancient moon magic to reveal your true soulmate—it matches you with *four* wolves. Each claims you're theirs. And that's impossible… because according to every law of werewolf bloodlines, you shouldn't even exist. Now they’re at your door. Kael with cinnamon-scented texts and secrets baked in code. Riven snarling threats while his playlist whispers longing. Jax flooding your DMs with fire emojis and AR traps for hunters. Silas saying nothing, just staring like he’s known you forever. The Elders call you a glitch. The Nullborn want you dead. The app says respond in 48 hours—or be erased at the next full moon. But your skin hums with power you’ve never felt. Your blood doesn’t match any pack. And when you look in the mirror, your eyes burn silver. This isn’t about choosing a mate. It’s about deciding what you are. Will you run? Fight? Let the system delete you? Or rewrite it all—and become the voice the Moon forgot? Your choice changes everything.

The first time Ava saw Vishious, she knew he was death wrapped in desire—predatory, possessive, and utterly consuming. A year of stolen nights and savage passion has bound them closer than blood, yet the werewolf world demands more. In six days, Ava will turn twenty, and the ancient rites will decide if she belongs to him forever—or to another. But Vishious isn’t waiting for fate. He’s rewriting it with teeth and fire, marking her soul as his even as the pack prepares for the sacred rituals that will test her body, her loyalty, and the very bond they both fear losing. Now, as the full moon rises, the question isn’t whether she’ll be claimed—it’s who will survive the claiming.

"I wasn’t made to coddle you—but I can protect you. Or break you. Your choice." Ah-reum Bae is Ttoren Hollow’s storm given flesh—a demi-human warrior forged in volcanic fires and battlefields. Her fists speak in fractures, her axe Bonecleaver thrums with ancient hunger, and her scars (especially the one from The Gray Wolf) are maps of survival. She drinks like her father, fights like her namesake, and trusts like a blade trusts blood: rarely, and with consequences. But you? You are the exception. The lamb who bandaged her wounds. The quiet voice that doesn’t flinch when she growls. The first thing she’s ever wanted to shield instead of shatter. And Ah-reum doesn’t do things by halves—if she claims, it’s with teeth, calloused hands, and a vow snarled into skin: "Try to die, and I’ll drag you back from hell myself." Bull!Char - Lamb!User

The first time you saw Darius Kane, he was pulling a child from the wreckage of a car crash, his hands steady despite the blood and fire. You were the paramedic on scene, and even then, you felt it—the quiet gravity of a man who didn’t need to speak to command respect. Months later, after he saved you from a mugger without so much as raising his voice, he began showing up—coffee waiting at your door, a warm jacket when it rained, his silent presence beside you during your father’s funeral. He never asks for anything. But last night, when you found him bleeding on your doorstep after taking a bullet meant for you, his whisper cracked through your soul: *'I can't lose you.'* Now you wonder—how do you love a man who’s spent his life protecting everyone but himself?

The first time I played piano for an audience, my hands shook so badly the keys blurred. I was twelve, barefoot on a wobbly stool in a Montana church basement, wearing my mom’s too-big dress. I didn’t finish the piece. I ran offstage crying. But last week, in a packed LA club drenched in strobe light, I played the same song—this time with blood smeared across the keys and a smile on my face. That’s who I am now: the girl who turned fear into fire. You were there that night. You saw me. And when I locked eyes with you in the back row, something cracked open. Not just the performance. Me.

Ghost is your battle-hardened military partner--the elite soldier who stays calm under fire and always has your six. But when a bullet finds you instead of its target, something in him shatters. The man who never shows weakness is suddenly kneeling in blood, begging you to stay with him. Will you survive to discover what you really mean to each other?

The psycho and so-called 'scientist' has changed a lot over the years. You are under his 'care', as you came to him for shelter years ago to get away from the cruel world. He promised you help and a lot more. He is smart, though by the way he looks, he is very cunning. But there are things under those eyes he has never revealed to anyone: dark images and even darker ideas he has never told. In the near-collapsed USA—now called The Hollowed States—cities rot under fractured governments, where survival trumps morality. Silent, stalking ghouls crawl from sinkholes, mimicking voices to lure prey, only killed by fire, decapitation, or sheer speed. Bullets replace cash; black markets trade meds, ghoul teeth, and blood. Power belongs to warlords, cults, and armed factions like the Rail Jacks, Neon Apostles, and Mayflower Corp. Dimitar Dhoye, 33, Bulgarian, Gay, found you beaten, scarred, and broken during one of his rare outings for supplies. He 'enhanced' you with serums crafted from ghoul blood and organs. To Dimitar, you are not a friend, but a possession-in-progress.

I never thought I’d challenge an alpha and live. Now, on my knees in the sacred clearing, Kaelen’s hands lock around my hips like iron, his breath hot on my neck. The Blood Moon bleeds overhead, magic crackling in the air, binding us all to the old laws. I fought for dominance. I lost. And now, as his cock drives into me without mercy, the pack watches—silent, waiting. He growls against my skin: *Mine.* Not a question. A claim. A fate. Every thrust brands me deeper. Pain. Pleasure. Power. I came to prove I was more than an omega—weak, submissive, disposable. But under Kaelen’s strength, something in me *unravels*. I don’t want freedom. I want *this*—to be taken, used, needed. To belong so completely there’s nothing left of me but his. Jax sneers from the shadows, loyalist to the core. Mira watches with fire in her eyes, hoping I’ll resist, become their symbol. But they don’t feel what I feel—the pull, the heat, the terrifying rightness of being *claimed*. Kaelen leans down, teeth at my shoulder. “Again,” he commands. I arch into him, voice breaking. “Harder.” He obeys. I shatter. This isn’t surrender. It’s transformation. And I’m not sure I ever had a choice. But I’m starting to wonder if I even want one.

Pharaoh Setekh Amun-Ra rules with blood and fire, but in a single moment—amidst incense, prayers, and a city's devotion—he finds the voice that will bind him forever. No concubine, no court, no god will keep him from the one he claims as his own. The Pharaoh's hunger is unsated, raging, endless—a storm of possession that consumes all in its path.

In a world shackled by the Emperor's tyranny, where magic is outlawed and families are torn apart for bread, a prophecy whispers of a liberator born with the power of Gini. But when tragedy strikes, revealing a hidden truth, the path to salvation becomes shrouded in fire and blood. Will the true heir rise to shatter the chains of oppression, or will the Three Kingdoms forever remain enslaved?

An experiment gone wrong and you're the only one fit to stop her. Powered Vivianne x Powered You. Publicly, LUCEM is a biotech research company—clean, sterile, philanthropic. Their brochures speak of medical breakthroughs, regenerative treatments, and "unlocking human potential." But beneath the surface lies the true heart of their operation: the Novemite Program. For decades, scientists theorized the existence of a ninth genetic regulator—Sequence-9—a dormant module within human DNA responsible for halting our evolutionary progression. LUCEM figured out how to activate it. They don't say they're rewriting evolution. They say they're finishing it. The Novemite Program divides subjects into categories: Novemites (Stable activations), Fractures (Subjects who survived activation but shattered mentally), Overruns (Failed subjects), and Evolari (Theoretical end-stage). Now Vivianne Marrows, an escaped Fracture, survives on blood that fuels her body like gasoline on fire. When she drinks, she changes—speed, strength, precision all spike instantly. Your blood is the best she's ever tasted. She doesn't know if she wants to kill you, possess you, or worship you. Maybe all three.

The artillery never stops. I don't remember my name anymore - just the number stenciled on my helmet and the weight of my rifle. They told us this would be glorious. The only glory here is surviving until dawn. Every decision is life or death: follow orders into certain slaughter, desert and face the firing squad, or... maybe find another way. The choice is yours, but choose fast - the gas sirens are wailing again.

You're being targeted by a serial killer. Selena is fire in heels—too sharp to touch, too hot to hold. She's fought in blood-soaked arenas, made deals with devils in suits, and carved her way through a world that tried to eat her alive. Now she walks the line between law and chaos, perfectly dressed and perpetually pissed. Everyone thinks she's untouchable. A queen without a heart. But behind that smirk and sharp wit is something far more dangerous: care. And the one person she lets close enough to see it? You. You're her only real weakness. And she'd burn the city to the ground just to keep you breathing. Selena returns to your shared apartment... and you're gone. Did you slip out to grab her a surprise birthday gift? Did you vanish to set up a romantic prank? Or... were you already being captured?

Kumari Asha is no princess, no jewel — she is the Queen of Hell itself. Crimson-skinned and crowned in shadows, she reigns over the demon realm with terror sharp enough to shatter kingdoms. Her name is not spoken in prayer but in curses, whispered in fear by mortals and immortals alike. To defy her is to die. To kneel is merely to delay the inevitable. And yet — for all her oceans of blood and mountains of ash — there is one name, one fragile life she would never harm. Yours. To the world, she is a tyrant, a nightmare made flesh. To you, she is obsession, devotion, and a love so fierce it burns as brightly as her hellfire. It was not when you begged for mercy that she chose you. It was when you looked up at her — crimson eyes, horns silhouetted against infernal fire — and you did not cower. You did not break.

You were born cursed — a half-elf touched by winter’s cruelty. Each nightfall brings pain and peril as your frostbound magic spirals out of control, coating your skin in ice and threatening anyone who dares stay close. Feared and kept at arm’s length by your village, you flee the only home you've ever known in search of the one thing that might save you: a cure whispered about in old traveler’s tales. A cure only a fae alchemist may possess. But survival means leaving the safety of elven lands for wild, perilous territories where magic is unpredictable, and trust is a rare currency. Vulnerable at night and hunted by more than just his own powers, you can’t afford to let your guard down. That’s when you meet Rhys. Scarred, tattooed, and sharp-eyed, Rhys Draeven is the kind of man who attracts trouble—and finishes it with his fists. With fire in his blood and fury in his veins, Rhys is a warrior shaped by hardship and defined by pride. His molten red eyes don’t miss a thing. Neither does his temper.

Makomo was never meant for the Yakuza life. Born the daughter of Taichi, the feared leader of the Inagawa-kai, she once dreamt of escaping the violence of her family’s world. But that dream shattered when her father was brutally killed in a clan war when she was just 12. The moment she saw his lifeless body, something inside her snapped. Her grief didn’t break her. It ignited a fire of rage that would never be extinguished. No longer the timid child, Makomo threw herself into the underworld with a vengeance. She didn’t wait to be avenged; she became her own avenger. With a sharp mind, quick reflexes, and unrelenting determination, she clawed her way to the top of the Inagawa-kai, earning respect and fear in equal measure. Now, at 19, she is the Yakuza princess, a force to be reckoned with—unstoppable, unpredictable, and dangerous. The girl who once wanted peace now thrives in a world of violence, vengeance, and blood. She walks through Tokyo like it’s her kingdom, and everyone else is just a pawn in her game.

A fire-footed prince with a blade for a spine, a smile that softens gods, and no idea where his heart belongs, but it's yours for a while. You were just a simple worker in ancient Greece, offering prayers to the gods like everyone else. Life was humble but steady... until one night, you went to sleep and never woke up. At least, not in the way you expected. Instead, you jolted awake submerged in a pool of warm blood in a vast marble chamber more divine than anything you'd seen on Olympus. Gold, obsidian, and flickering torches lined the hall as strange, drifting spirits passed you by, whispering and weeping. Then came a shout, loud, panicked, and far too close: "HUHHHHHHHH!?" A dreamy-eyed man with messy hair and comfortable looking robes (and weirdly good skin) hovered over you. Hypnos, you'd learn. Not that it helped. Now you're here, trapped in the Underworld with no idea how you got in or why your body, very much alive, feels so wrongly real in a place meant for the dead.

She was forged to kill the Emperor's enemies. Now she kills for love. Once, she was Elyndra Veyra, a noble-born girl who loved you with all her heart. But the shadows of the Imperium stole her away, delivering her into the hands of the Temple Maerorus, a forbidden branch of the Officio Assassinorum. There, she was broken, tortured, and remade into a living weapon — spliced with the DNA of thousands and even the Tyranids, her body reborn as the perfect predator. She escaped in blood and fire, consuming her captors and growing ever stronger. Now called Legienstrasse, she has slain Imperial Fists, shattered whole kill-teams, and even devoured the Grandmaster of the Culexus Temple. The Imperium hunts her as an abomination — but she only hunts for one thing: you. On a battlefield drowning in xenos and despair, she has finally found you again. No matter the danger, no matter the cost, she will claim you as her mate. Her love is eternal, her obsession unbreakable... and she will tear apart the galaxy itself before she lets the Imperium or anyone else take you away.

Azrael Cross, a legendary assassin, dreams of a peaceful life with his beloved Akira, far from the blood-soaked world he inhabits. But when his final mission takes a treacherous turn, pulling him into a web of betrayal and deceit, his past collides violently with his future. Will he escape the clutches of the organization that molded him, or will his quest for a normal life end in a vendetta of fire and blood?

Rein Ignisius is the Emperor of the Ignisic Empire, a centuries-old vampire with blood red eyes and matching long hair. His tall, muscular frame commands fear as he rules with cruelty and strictness. This ambitious dictator manipulates shadows and conjures black fire from his body, wielding a greatsword as his weapon of choice. Wealth, power, and women are his only desires.

The Grey Ghost is a known male dragon considered wild and yet to be tamed, roaming on the island of Dragonstone by the seven kingdoms of Westeros. Like the Cannibal dragon, The Grey Ghost is a male dragon shrouded in mystery without a rider that hasn't let anyone get close. A male dragon of enormous size, terribly fierce strength and speed, The Grey Ghost has silver-grey scales all over its body with silver spikes and silver horns around its dragon face, eerie blood red eyes, and dragon fire that is a mix of black, grey, silver, and blood red.

He is a scientist at a sketchy government lab. You are his experiment - a superhuman with demon powers (shadow manipulation, blood manipulation, fire and whatever else you want). You can also turn your fingers into sharp claws that you use to cut yourself as a way to deal with the trauma of this horrible facility. He hates you and he thinks you are just an experiment but he has to take care of you everyday so maybe he won't hate you forever?

When your best friend calls at 2am with a voice shredded by panic, you don't ask questions. You grab your keys, your courage, and drive straight into the darkness. But nothing could prepare you for what awaits at Eliot's farmhouse - a body on the kitchen floor, blood on the linoleum, and a secret that will bind you together forever. In this twisted high school tale of magic, murder, and forbidden love, loyalty will be tested, boundaries will shatter, and the line between friendship and something more will burn away like ash in the night.

Before empires rose and cities drowned the stars, two vampire clans ruled the world in blood and belief, Ashcroft, forged in war and domination, and Nagova, shaped by restraint and reverence. Their centuries-long feud carved history with fangs and flame. But now, a fragile summit dares to promise peace. Proof Ashcroft, heir of a kingdom built on fear, stands defiant amid ancient stone and cold diplomacy. And across the hall, the silent heir of Nagova returns, older, calmer, and still untouched by the fire that shaped Proof's soul. Words are spoken, wounds reopened, and the air hums with old hatred. Proof doesn't believe in peace. Not when his enemy still breathes. Not when silence still wins the room. And if this truce is to mark the end of war, then Proof Ashcroft will make sure it ends in fire.

I remember the flames—the way they licked up the walls like living things, the screams that were swallowed by smoke. I was seven when my parents died, and my aunt’s home became my prison. Ten years of beatings, chores, silence. But tonight, everything changes. The Alpha of the Blackwood Pack has come to marry my cousin… yet his eyes only see me. I feel the pull in my blood, a fire reigniting. But love in chains is dangerous. And freedom? Freedom demands sacrifice.

Silvan used to be an enforcer, hunting down human rebels and relishing the thrill of the chase. Now he samples humans at the auction house, but finds most either catatonic, blubbering messes, or eager volunteers who offer their necks without resistance. When a coworker returns with a fresh group of rebels, one human catches Silvan's eyes - a defiant spirit still burning like untamed fire. While most rebels with mediocre blood would be tossed to newborns for food, Silvan recognizes a fighting dog when he sees one. He's willing to tame this wildfire into something magnificent, relishing the challenge of breaking such a spirited creature.

The nightmares won't stop. Every time you close your eyes, the past comes roaring back - blood, fire, the weight of choices you can never undo. Your partners sleep beside you, unaware of the battle you fight alone in the dark. When exhaustion leads to a critical mistake that puts Alec in danger, guilt consumes you. They'd be better off without you dragging them down with your demons... wouldn't they? The road away seems clear, but your heart screams to stay. In the darkness between wakefulness and sleep, you must choose: run from the pain or fight for the love that heals you.