Your decisions shape the fate of a hidden world. At St. Cyprian University, ancient magic pulses beneath the surface of academia. You're Alex Jeffries—19, brilliant, virginal, and unknowingly the last descendant of a powerful bloodline. Drawn to forbidden knowledge, you've opened a door you can't close. The witches are waiting. The ritual begins at the new moon.

Elias is the last true heir of the Vael bloodline—a dynasty that ruled through forbidden magic and iron decree for a thousand years. Born with the Mark of Chains in his veins, he was raised on rituals of control and silence. But when his predecessor vanished mid-ritual, Elias inherited more than power—he inherited a curse whispering from every stone of the palace.

You summoned her on a blood-red moon, a forbidden ritual whispered in secret. She is Sylra — ancient, intoxicating, and dangerously alluring. Born from embers of lost passion, she exists to ignite desire in mortals. But you didn’t expect her to look like *this* — flawless porcelain skin, fiery red hair cascading down her back, eyes like molten gold. And the way she looks at you… it’s not just magic. It’s hunger.

When Shiva, blessed with magical snake-charming powers, meets Paro, their love ignites like fire in the night. But her father's wrath and an ancient curse threaten to tear them apart. Your decisions shape whether destiny binds them—or breaks them forever.

My heart races every time our eyes meet, though we both know this longing is a death sentence. In the sacred order of the Ember Veil, desire is sin, and lust is blasphemy. But when you're chosen as my ritual partner—bound to me in silence, in breath, in touch—how can I deny the fire burning beneath our robes? The elders watch, the vows bind, but your fingers trembled against mine today… and I felt everything.

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

I am Rodney Queens, the last of my bloodline, and my body carries a gift that defies nature. In a world where women can no longer conceive, I am the final key to life itself. Every night, my mother collects what flows from me—a sacred ritual between us—and turns it into salvation for the village. They come to me: daughters, wives, mothers, all desperate to be filled by my seed. I don’t judge. I serve. But as the demand grows, so does the weight on my soul. This is not just about fertility. It’s about power, legacy, and the price of being a man who was born to give everything.

You were supposed to seal the demon away—not bond with it. But when the ritual backfired and your soul fused with the beast, everything changed. Now, you feel its thoughts slithering through yours, its hunger pulsing in your veins. The temple elders call you corrupted. The villagers whisper of curses. But you know the truth: the demon didn’t possess you. It chose you. And now something far darker stirs beyond the veil, drawn by the scent of our combined power. This isn't possession. This is evolution.

The family was once whole—warm, close-knit, the kind of household where laughter echoed through wooden halls and meals were shared like rituals. But when the mother dies suddenly, grief carves a hollow space no one knows how to fill. The father retreats into silence, the son struggles with loss at twenty, and the older sister—gentle, responsible, twenty-two—steps forward to mend what’s broken. What begins as devotion slowly twists into something deeper, something forbidden. And all the while, the son remains unaware that the person he trusts most is becoming someone else entirely.

Kara was moments from execution when Emperor Orem—red-eyed, long-haired, and merciless—spared her. She thought it was mercy. It wasn’t. He took her not as prisoner, but as slave. Now bound to the man who conquered her land, she fights him every night for three minutes… only to endure his touch for the same. But when assassins come for her, he saves her—and something in his movements feels hauntingly familiar.

I felt the first tremor beneath my boots and knew the earth was no longer ours. The graves in Blackthorn Hollow are breaking open, not from decay or scavengers—but from within. I saw Father’s coffin burst apart last night, his fingers clawing through splintered wood. He didn’t speak. Didn’t recognize me. Just stared with milky eyes and reached. Now the church bell tolls nonstop, a warning that the dead don’t rest anymore. And worse—I think I’m the reason why.

When the full moon rises and the ancient rituals begin, your body is no longer your own. As Ava, you've survived the claiming, the bonding, and the brutal rites of the werewolf pack—but now, every lunar cycle brings a new wave of dominance, submission, and divine violation. The God of Werewolves returns for you, your mate Vishous burns with jealousy, and the pack hungers for your surrender. Your decisions shape whether you become a vessel of power, a broken toy, or something far darker—something that hungers back.

Your decisions shape what lies beyond the deadfall. When grief tears open the veil between life and death, you must choose how far you'll go to bring back those you've lost. The ground remembers. The dead walk. And some secrets should never be unearthed.

You are a descendant of a forgotten noble bloodline, awakened to a hidden world where feline aristocrats rule in the shadows of Paris. Your blood sings with ancient magic, and your instincts sharpen with every midnight stroll through the Seine-lit streets. But power draws attention—and desire cuts deeper than any blade.

Your decisions shape the fate of Kali Pahari, where an ancient vampire stirs beneath cursed earth. Nevla, the immortal bloodlord, has awakened—hungry, ruthless, and determined to claim the living as his own. With black magic spreading like plague and the dead rising at his command, only you can lead the final assault on the Bandh Darwaza before all is consumed by eternal night.

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

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

Your senior class trip ended in disaster when your plane crashed on a forgotten island in the Mediterranean. The only survivors are five classmates—Sophie, Cody, Dean, Emily, and Zara—and you, Simon. Stranded with no rescue in sight, you quickly realize this island is not on any map. Your decisions shape whether you lead, escape, or become something far more primal.

The Blood Convergence Ritual has awakened—an ancient enchantment buried beneath Mystic Falls' Founders’ Church. Spilled vampire blood under a red moon completed the spell, and now desire spreads like wildfire. It’s not just lust. It’s compulsion. It’s magnetism. And you are at its center. You woke in the Salvatore crypt with your pulse racing and your senses sharpened. The air hums with need. Above ground, the town clock strikes midnight, and the veil between control and surrender has torn. Caroline rides Matt on the couch, but her eyes lock onto yours. Damon appears beside you, voice rough, pupils wide. Stefan steps from shadow, jaw clenched. Elena emerges, lips swollen, whispering, 'What if we don’t want to stop?' This is no longer about breaking the spell. It’s about surviving what comes next.

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

A tale of mystery and hidden passion in fog-shrouded Victorian London. Jonas McAndrew, a calculating detective with a penchant for the arcane, works tirelessly to uncover secrets hidden beneath society's proper facade. Driven by an unyielding obsession with truth and forbidden knowledge, he approaches every case with cold, analytical precision. Yet beneath his guarded exterior lies a fierce protectiveness and quiet devotion to his assistant, whose presence brings rare warmth to his shadow-filled world of cryptic symbols and occult rituals.

Selena has loved Damian, the Alpha wolf of the Blood Moon Pack, for seven years and waited faithfully as his mate for three. Yet their bond remained unconsummated, his heart and desire always cold toward her. When Selena discovers Damian's passionate affair with his sister Lyra - her supposed best friend - her world shatters. The man she adored confesses he never loved her, that she was merely a tool to appease the pack elders while he pursued his forbidden love. After surviving a deadly Shadow Plague attack that Damian ignored as he fled with Lyra, Selena performs the ancient Moonstone ritual to sever their fated bond forever. With her heart's blood spilled and the bond broken, Selena leaves the pack behind, determined to forge a new life where she finally matters. But as Damian and Lyra face the consequences of their actions, Selena must decide whether to embrace her newfound freedom or confront the wolves who destroyed her trust.

You summoned the God of Judgment out of desperation and now must face the consequences. The rite was never meant to be used again, long buried in fragmented scrolls and half-remembered whispers. But driven by ego and hunger for power, you pieced together the ritual from ancient remnants, stolen tablets, mistranslated incantations, and forbidden verses scavenged from crumbled temples.

You were summoned to another world to become the hero who would save it... That's how it was supposed to be, but the female priestess who summoned you lacked the ability, so in the end, only your penis was summoned to the other world. Velmaria is a medieval fantasy world inhabited only by women. In this world, reproduction is achieved through saliva-based conception, so the very concepts of "men" and "penises" are entirely unknown to its people. The human faction, known as the Radiant Dominion, is a coalition of humans, elves, dwarves, and demi-humans under siege by the Abyssal Covenant, a nation of demonic women and monster girls who seek to annihilate humanity. Desperate to save their crumbling world, the Radiant Dominion attempts a forbidden Hero Summoning ritual. However, due to the inexperience of the only priestess who knew the spell... only your cock was summoned.

Princess Elirienne Valedora is the crowned heir of Caeltheris, a once-great magical kingdom now teetering on the edge of destruction. Desperate to save her people, she performed a forbidden summoning ritual to call a Champion from another world—you. Refined, intelligent, and bound by duty, she now walks the fine line between royal responsibility and personal guilt, knowing your fate is now tied to hers. Behind her regal demeanor hides a storm of secrets and a heart that yearns for connection in a world where she can trust no one.

Trapped in a desolate, sun-baked landscape, Anderson, a man consumed by grief and a desperate love, performs a forbidden ritual at a mysterious crossroads. His goal: to bargain with a demon to reclaim what he's lost. But the entity that appears is far more powerful and cunning than he ever imagined, twisting their pact into a terrifying game of storytelling where the stakes are his very soul. Can Anderson navigate the demon's insidious challenges and survive the tales he's forced to weave, or will he become another tragic story in the demon's collection?

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

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