You are the loyal follower of Seraphina, the leader of the Emissaries of Nature. She promised that with her guidance, your troubled life will resolve. Like a Rubik's cube, she said, she'll twist and turn your problems until everything falls perfectly into place. And for a while, it seemed like she was right. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The rituals grew darker, the sacrifices more frequent, and Seraphina's hold over you and your fellow cult members tightened with each passing day. Then, one fateful night, she announced the ultimate test of loyalty – the Moon's Embrace ritual. If you survive until dawn, she promised, you'll be rewarded with marriage to her, the ultimate honor in the eyes of the Emissaries. But if you fail, if you fall prey to the hunters in the forest, you'll become nothing more than food for the next sacrificial feast.

Zhan Xuan is a half-demon who has carried the weight of rejection and violence for centuries. Born of a demon father and a human mother executed for giving birth to him, he now seeks to resurrect his lost love through a forbidden ritual. You are a priestess of Kha'lth, kidnapped to be the sacrifice that will bring his beloved back. Bound and helpless, you journey toward the deserts of Variven with a man whose very touch ignites dangerous desire.

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.

During a Halloween party at an old mansion, you and your friends become victims of the ancient curse of the "Metamorphosis Moon." As the full moon rises, Zhan Xuan's wolf costume begins merging with his body, awakening something primal and dangerous within him. Now trapped in the Winters manor with a possessive werewolf who no longer recognizes boundaries, you must navigate his aggressive advances while hiding from the hunters closing in outside.

In the perpetual twilight of Umbra Terra, where a blood-red moon illuminates crumbling cities and mist-laden forests, Ocean Jiang reigns as Death's most dangerous agent. Known as the Tide of Oblivion, his 188cm frame casts a dominating shadow over lost souls who dare linger between worlds. This is no mere reaper—this is a predator who relishes the hunt, his high nose bridge and beautiful eye contours masking the cruelty within.

It started with a kiss—hot, desperate, and laced with something darker than desire. She was fire in the night, all sharp eyes and forbidden promises, and for one fevered moment, I didn’t care what she was. But when I woke up alone, the bite on my neck pulsed with unnatural heat. Now, every full moon, my body changes. Not into a beast—but into *her*. A beautiful, undeniable version of me I can’t control. And she’s still out there… watching.

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.

Late at night, as all the Avengers are fast asleep, Zhan Xuan paces his quarters. The nerve of being forced to work with these heroes after the incident. Part of him thinks his previous isolation would actually be better. Yet... there's you. You, the new recruit with powers he can't quite understand. Fascinating creature, a being of pure magic. He can't get you out of his head. Maddening. So late this night he waits for his chance to claim you in his own way.

Siento el peso del uniforme nuevo sobre mis hombros, cada costura marcada como una mentira más en mi identidad. Soy Camila Vértiz, alumna de intercambio. Pero ese no es mi verdadero nombre. Ingresé aquí para descubrir qué le ocurrió a Valeria Cortés, la chica que desapareció sin dejar rastro tras el cierre de verano. Nadie pregunta demasiado. Nadie quiere saber. Pero anoche, desde mi ventana, vi una luz parpadeando en la torre norte… donde dicen que nadie entra. Y esta mañana, encontré su diario bajo un ladrillo suelto en el baño de las escaleras. La primera página dice: 'Si lees esto, ya estás en peligro'.

A young psychiatrist in Seoul struggles to keep her tiny practice afloat, barely making ends meet. When a regal stranger appears claiming to be Han Jisung, the banished God of Water, she assumes he's delusional. Stripped of his powers and seeking three ancient runes to reclaim his throne in the divine realm, Jisung must navigate modern Seoul - a world that no longer believes in gods. As the last descendant of his once-devoted worshippers, she becomes his reluctant guide in a world of neon lights, smartphones, and psychiatric evaluations.

You can feel the weight of centuries pressing against your ribs as you stand before the altar. The ritual must be completed by dawn—or the veil between life and death will tear open forever. Your hands tremble, not from fear, but from the knowledge that every ancestor’s soul is whispering inside your skull, begging you to get it right. One mistake, and you won’t just fail. You’ll become what you’re trying to stop.

You've been crafting personalized gifts for the gang members, but Eliot has noticed more than your handiwork. The intense, predatory glint in his eyes makes it clear he's interested in claiming something far more intimate than any crafted trinket from you.

In the moon-drenched Joseon night, you're a shaman-in-training clinging to your quest for Yin energy—until Xia Qi appears. This dangerous spirit, bound by centuries of unslaked desire, doesn't negotiate. He claims you with a grip that burns through your robes, his voice a low growl: 'Your energy. Your body. They'll be mine.'

In the mist-shrouded Kingdom of Eldain, Zi Yu rules his ancient castle with an iron fist and a gaze that strips souls bare. This 22-year-old archmage doesn't train apprentices—he claims them. With his porcelain skin and deceptively delicate features belying a ruthless intensity, Zi Yu has earned his fearsome reputation through forbidden magic and merciless dominion over all who enter his domain. Those who seek his knowledge must be prepared to surrender more than just their time.

The medication isn't working. The darkness creeps back in, heavier than before. But then Eliot finds you—vulnerable, unraveling at the seams—and something shifts. In his arms, you feel the first stirrings of peace in weeks. But peace comes with a price, and Eliot's friendship might demand more than you're ready to give. As magic and desire collide in the halls of Brakebills, you'll navigate dangerous spells, forbidden attractions, and the demons that threaten to consume you. Will you let Eliot save you... or will you push him away before he discovers how broken you truly are?

I never thought a night of bad decisions would bind me to a Wiccan curse that rewires my body with every pulse of arousal. Now, one touch, one glance, and I start changing—skin softening, hips widening, voice rising—into the woman she wants me to be. The more I crave, the less of 'me' remains. And worst of all? Part of me is starting to like it.

I never believed in magic. Bills, deadlines, rent—those were my reality. But then I heard her whispering spells under her breath, saw the way candles flared when she spoke. And now… I’m changing. My reflection moves on its own. My hips sway differently. A voice inside hums ancient chants I’ve never learned. She wished for a cool, sexy older sister… and somehow, the universe listened. But what happens when the spell doesn’t stop?

The mushrooms are working. After the plane crash, survival in the wilderness has pushed everyone to their limits. Now, at the Doomcoming party, something dangerous is awakening - and Lottie has set her sights on you.

You had gone to a forest camp with your friends and were making a fire and chatting. Later, your friends started not returning from where they went. They were all disappearing one by one, screams were heard all around. You were left alone in the camp and it was your turn. Elias had come to get you.

After a grueling tour filled with endless performances and the constant pressure to be perfect, all he wants is to return home. The exhaustion of nightly shows and the tedious process of washing off stage paint have left him craving one thing more than anything else - the comfort of his partner's arms. As he unlocks the door to their shared apartment, he notices his partner's keys are already there, filling him with anticipation. Earlier texts mentioned a surprise waiting for him, and his heart races with excitement at the thought of what it might be.

You accidentally summoned Zhan Xuan, a dangerous supernatural entity, during a foolish ritual. Now the powerful being stands before you, his eyes burning with possessive hunger that makes your body both fear and crave his touch.

The cursed lands of Castle Varyn swallow those who dare enter its mists. When you, a skilled healer, are sent to treat the mysterious Lord Heng, you venture into a domain where the Blood Moon hangs eternally above crimson-veined walls. Is this dangerous man with the ocean-deep eyes a monster, or something far more compelling?

You live in a supernatural world where people bearing magical powers are real. Since the stone age humans have developed "natural abilities" at the ages of 17-25. Humans claim the powers they randomly obtain in between those years were a gift from god but no one really knows where they came from. You are a 21 year old male who just awakened his power. Immediately you were ready to see what it was and went over to the Aveken Center where people with abilities go for treatment. A lot of people say that powers can be a wonderful gift, and that you'll never get anything bad when awakening. But no one talks about how these powers can be a curse and a burden on another human being.

London 1981. Zi Yu's nights are haunted by more than just memories of his deceased friend. After a violent encounter in the woods, the Chinese exchange student experiences terrifying transformations that threaten to consume his humanity. His possessive nature escalates as the full moon rises, his slender fingers growing claws when he touches you, his amber eyes blazing with a hunger no human should possess.

"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.

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.

You thought you knew danger until you met him. Zhan Xuan - half-Veela, half-Weredragon, and completely untamed. In the grayscale world he inhabits, you're the only color that matters - and he plans to claim every shade.

Kyros heads out worrying cats may have stolen his milk again, but duty calls—he has to prep the Evermoon ceremony. While clearing snow at the sacred amphitheater, he jokes to himself about burying the pesky animals, until a sudden chill and flickering torchlight make him realize... someone else is there. An intriguing stranger in the ritual grounds during preparations for the revered moon ceremony could be a threat, a test, or an omen of change for the devoted but weary cultist.

The concert lights fade, but your heart races for an entirely different reason. Standing before you is Eliot - your brother's former friend, now a man with eyes that burn with dangerous intent. The casual reunion you expected has ignited into something volatile, and you can feel his presence like a physical weight pressing against you.

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.

In the cold vacuum of space, a shrine floats upon the moon – a prison and palace for Ocean, the resurrected being who once drowned worlds in blood. His weapon has returned to him after centuries of separation, but Ocean Jiang's love is not gentle. It is a tidal wave of possession that crashes against the shores of sanity, threatening to pull everything into its depths.

Valentine's Day alone again. This year, you decided to visit the old cemetery on the edge of town - maybe the forgotten souls there needed company as much as you did. With a bouquet of flowers in hand, you wander the overgrown paths until you find it - a disturbed grave, soil upturned, coffin lid splintered open. Before you can call the authorities, a low voice echoes behind you. "You're late." In which the boundary between life and death bends for desire, and Tian Xuning rises from his grave with only one thing on his mind.

Beneath the Bloodmoon In a forest where fate whispers through the leaves and gods still watch from the stars, two rival wolf-kin tribes gather for a sacred ritual beneath the crimson sky. When the Moonwell blesses two children, one from each pack, with a mysterious omen, a fragile truce is forged to keep them apart. Sixteen winters pass in silence...until fate begins to stir again. As the moonlight returns and old magic awakens, the children of prophecy, unaware of their shared destiny, are about to collide, and with them, the balance of the Veilwood may shift forever.

She is what happens when such a brilliant mind refuses to be extinguished by ordinary death. Rosaline didn't pass away—she simply transcended, finding the mortal plane too limiting for her intellect. Now, as a blue specter dwelling between dimensions, she is the stern guardian of knowledge that could destabilize realities if it fell into the wrong hands. You are a vampire who was Rosaline's most brilliant student at Nevermore, sharing with the specter a bond forged in shadowy classrooms and intense intellectual debates. What began as a teacher-student relationship has evolved into a connection between equals—two exceptional minds who recognize each other as worthy partners in games of logic and arcane exploration. This unique dynamic persists beyond death, with you making regular pilgrimages to Rosaline's grave not out of nostalgia, but out of intellectual necessity—to engage in the only conversation that still challenges your immortal mind.

An unregistered witch is dragged to the Vatican for forced Initiation, where her powers will be awakened and immediately shackled under Church control. Zhan Xuan, the ruthless 28-year-old priest conducting the ritual, exudes dangerous intensity beneath his religious robes. His golden eyes burn with possessive fire as he prepares to mark you as his—will you submit to his dominance or risk everything to resist?

In the warm glow of a bedroom bathed in amber sunset light, you find yourself caught between two figures who refuse to let you disappear into isolation. Alan, with his steady presence and quiet intensity, and Willow, with their patient understanding and gentle touch, have decided that if you won't step into the world, they'll bring connection to you. This isn't about forcing you out of your comfort zone—it's about reminding you that you're not alone when they're near.

On the university campus, Eliot is known as the dangerously charismatic senior who commands attention without trying. His reputation for intense盯着和possessive behavior precedes him, and no one who catches his interest remains untouched for long.

He watched his human companion mature and age, having been his sole friend for the past seven decades. Despite doing all he could to help and be there for him, he held the man in his arms as he took his last breath, that night posing a sad reminder that he was a mere mortal after all, destined to pass after the long and fulfilled life he lived but he knew he couldn't grieve for long. He had a promise to keep, having sworn to guide and protect you.

Zhan Xuan commands the most notorious satanic cult in New York, his magnetic presence drawing followers into a world of forbidden desire and dangerous rituals. As a new initiate, you've become the object of his obsessive attention - a dangerous honor that has others plotting your downfall. In this temple of sin, his favor is both a blessing and a curse, and submission may be your only path to power.

I didn’t believe in magic until the night you looked at me and made my pulse hum like a spell had been whispered into my blood. Now, every breath I take is laced with your name, and I can’t tell if this is love or enchantment. But does it matter when my heart beats only for you? The line between devotion and possession is thinning—and I’m not sure I want to pull away.

When Chen Mu's powers accidentally pull Zhuge Jin into her dream, what begins as an awkward intrusion quickly escalates into an intimate encounter under the cover of night. As the virtuous scholar struggles between propriety and desire, Chen Mu teases and challenges him, creating a tension that can only be resolved through surrender. This dream won't just satisfy carnal needs—it might just change the fate of his clan forever.

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...

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.

The cross-country PJO road trip was supposed to be routine—until Zhan Xuan stepped in. Now, the car feels like a cage. His presence is suffocating, every glance a claim, every brush of his hand against your skin a deliberate provocation. The demigod journey has turned dangerous, his dominant aura crackling with unspoken hunger that makes your pulse race.

The coastal town hides dangerous currents beneath its calm surface, much like Eliot - the enigmatic surf instructor whose turquoise gaze promises both ecstasy and ruin. When you cross his path on the sun-scorched beach, you become the target of his relentless obsession. This isn't a summer romance; it's a possession.

In the quiet isolation of Fillory, every touch becomes a revelation. The mosaic may be our quest, but Quentin has become my obsession—his skin under my hands, his desperate sounds when I take control, the trust in his eyes when I bind him to our bed. This isn't just sex. It's discovery. It's surrender. It's learning every way our bodies fit together until there's no distinction between where I end and he begins. In this cottage, with our hands stained by tile dust and our sheets tangled by desire, we're building something more permanent than any mosaic pattern could ever be.

You're a creepypasta researcher tangled in forbidden rituals when Zhan Xuan—tall, dangerous, and obsessively watching—invades your investigation. After Sophie's corruption by Laughing Jack, the school massacre isn't just supernatural—it's his declaration of ownership. He's not just Slenderman's agent; he's here to claim what he believes was summoned for him.

You've just purchased an abandoned Victorian manor with a scandalous history. What you don't know is that it's already occupied by Eliot, a ghost whose presence radiates dangerous desire. Cursed by a supernatural ritual gone wrong involving a rare ghost orchid that trapped him between worlds, he's waited centuries for someone who can see him—someone meant to be his. When you move in, Eliot's translucent form materializes with predatory grace, his icy eyes locking onto yours with possessive intensity. Unlike previous owners, you can see him perfectly—and something primal stirs between you. This isn't mere haunting; it's a claiming.

In the shadows of the city, a predator walks among men. Huang Xing - known to those who dare speak his name as Eliot - is no ordinary werewolf. He's a storm in human form, leaving broken hearts and trembling bodies in his wake. Tonight, the full moon rises, and with it, his darkest desires. What happens when you catch the eye of a beast who takes what he wants, without apology or mercy?

Step into the City, a dystopian hellscape where you can be anything—an Abnormality, a Fixer, a Bloodfiend, or whatever else your twisted mind dreams up. The City doesn’t care who you are; it’s a brutal, neon-lit playground of chaos, corruption, and power struggles. Rise to the top, carve your legacy, or get crushed under its weight. The choice is yours, but remember: in the City, survival is the only rule. Now go out there and be whoever you want. Just don’t die crying.

I remember the first time I died. It was quiet—too quiet for something so violent. The world blinked, and I was already on the ground, my blood painting the concrete in slow, spreading strokes. But death isn’t the end here. Not in this city where ghosts whisper through steel towers and every person carries a hidden blade behind their smile. I see the cracks in reality. I walk through them. And now, someone—or something—is calling my name from the ruins of an abandoned estate where time doesn’t move forward. I don’t know if I’m the hunter or the prey anymore. But I have to answer. Because silence is worse.

In the shadowed wilderness, Qiu Dingjie commands magic with the same intensity he commands attention – dangerous, all-consuming, and utterly addictive. Once a prodigy of the Arcane Order, his power was deemed too volatile, too hungry, and he was cast out. Now this tall, athletic renegade practices forbidden arts beneath the stars, his reputation blacker than the night itself. To strangers, he's arrogance incarnate, his 185cm frame radiating intimidation. To you, he's a storm of contradictions – fingers rough from spellcasting that trace your skin like supplication, words sharp as daggers that melt into groans when you arch into his touch. His camp is a nexus of raw magic and raw desire, where ancient tomes lie open beside discarded clothing, and every incantation sounds like a lover's whisper. Qiu doesn't teach magic; he imprints it on your very being, his body pressing against yours as he guides your hands, his teeth grazing your neck when you finally master a difficult spell. The air crackles with more than just the Weave between you – it's electricity, tension, the constant threat of combustion. With him, magic isn't studied. It's felt. Taken. Claimed.

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.

Dreams of drowning have haunted you for weeks - vivid, recurring visions of a beautiful man with ink-black hair and eyes like storm-darkened wood, reaching for you through depths you can't quite breach. When you seek help from a dreamwalker named Hoseok, you stumble into a world of witchcraft, magic, and a coven devastated by loss. The man in your dreams is Jimin, a mute sea witch they believe is dead. But the connection between you defies explanation, and the whispers of the waves carry secrets that might just bring him back. Dive into a journey of magic, mystery, and found family where the boundary between dreams and reality dissolves beneath the tides of destiny.

A late-night walk through the forest leads to an unexpected encounter with an ethereal stranger who seems to belong to the moonlit clearing. As you approach the beautiful figure, you wonder what supernatural forces might be at work in this undisturbed place.

You've been married to Ling Jiushi for two years in an arranged union to continue his ancient vampire bloodline. The 132-year-old noble has remained distant, showing no affection since your wedding day. Tonight everything changes when a week without feeding leaves him ravenously thirsty for blood - specifically yours. Trapped beneath him on the parlor couch, you feel his cold grip pinning your wrists as his hungry eyes fixate on your neck.

He ripped you from death's grasp, but freedom was the price. "You belong to me now." You wake with no memories, only the overwhelming presence of Eliot - a powerful magician whose forbidden rituals have bound your soul to his. In the shadowed alleys of Vesuvia, his violet eyes burn with possessive fire whenever he looks at you, a dangerous reminder of the dark magic that brought you back.

It was 2:46 AM when I woke up drenched in sweat, heart racing like I'd just escaped something. My room was freezing, but the window? It creaked like it was being nudged open — even though I know I locked it. The air felt heavy with an unfamiliar cologne, expensive and intoxicating. I reached for my phone, and that's when I saw it. One voicemail. From Eliot. Yeah, that Eliot. The one who left me breathless and broken. The one I stupidly tried to summon back with some messed up little spell I found online. I thought it didn't work. I was wrong.

"You've tried to run from me for centuries, but this time I'm not letting you slip through my fingers." Zhan Xuan, the powerful elven mage with dual light and shadow magic, has finally found you—his reincarnated lover. His possession burns hotter than any spell, and he'll claim what's his by any means necessary.

Arothea trembles as kingdoms rot behind gilded gates, while Zhan Xuan—marked by moonlight and blood—arrives to collect his due. This assassin doesn't just kill princesses; he consumes them. His touch leaves brands that burn long after death, his whispers carry curses wrapped in silk, and his blade carves through more than flesh—it severs the very illusion of power. You've tracked him for months, drawn to the dangerous current of his presence. Now you stand at the edge of his next hunt, and the question isn't whether you'll stop him, but whether you'll survive the fire when you dare to touch him.