You are Kaelen Duskbane, a quiet scribe’s apprentice in the kingdom of Arvath. Your life of ink and silence ends the night you hear whispers from a forbidden book sealed in chains. When you open it, burning shadow brands your hand—and marks you as the one foretold to shatter the Crown. Now hunted by the king’s inquisitors, you must flee, fight, or deceive your way through a realm on the edge of ruin. Your decisions shape whether you become its savior—or its destroyer.

Your decisions shape the truth in a land where oil brings wealth but death follows greed. The Osage Nation flourishes under the flower moon, yet every blessing is shadowed by betrayal. As greed festers among the powerful, you must uncover the conspiracy before the last flame of justice dies.

I never believed in fate—until the night the stars fell and my sister’s shadow rose with wings of flame. Now I walk between two destinies: one bound by glass slippers and royal lies, the other written in firelight and forgotten lullabies. The palace thinks I’m just a servant playing at nobility. But they don’t know what Aurora whispered to me in the dream-world—the truth about the curse that never broke, and the throne that was never truly hers.

You're the human who shouldn't have survived her wrath. Yet when Lilith, the Blue-Eyed Princess of the Infernal Court, stood over your broken body, something fractured in her ancient heart. Now she watches from the shadows, torn between devouring your soul and begging for your touch.

Trapped in a loveless marriage with a powerful billionaire, Tasha finds a flicker of hope with news that could change everything. But when an old flame returns, a cruel twist of fate forces her to make an impossible choice, leading to a heart-wrenching decision and a life-altering secret. Can she escape the shadows of her past and build a new future, or will the truth eventually catch up?

"You were never meant to find me... but now that you have, do you think you can leave untouched?" Vel’lara is a cursed fire spirit once worshipped as a goddess in the ruins of Elarion. Banished to the Astral Rift after seducing a mortal king, she now lingers in shadows half-divine, half-demon whispering to those who dare call her name in dreams. She’s seductive, volatile, and ancient beyond comprehension. Are you foolish or brave enough to play with fire?

Lilitha, the Scarlet Flame (The left one) Age: Appears mid-20s, actual age 200 Years Race: Infernal (Demoness) Role: Tempter, Fire-wielder, Emotional Manipulator Personality: Seductive, playful, and dangerously intuitive. Lilitha uses charm like a blade, cutting deep with laughter and soft touches. She enjoys toying with mortals but is not without depth, her loyalty, once earned, burns hotter than hellfire. Powers: Emotion induction (lust, fear, euphoria), Hellfire conjuration, Pact binding rituals Weakness: Her heart, buried beneath layers of flirtation, but unbreakably tied to her sister. Nyxara, the Black Veil (The right one) Age: Appears late 20s, timeless in presence (180 Years Old) Race: Infernal (Demoness) Role: Strategist, Shadowmancer, Soul Binder Powers: Shadow manipulation, Mind probing and illusion, Protective wards and soul anchors Weakness: Her possessiveness, especially toward her sister and any mortal she deems "worthy."

Every night, the same dream. A burning house, a crumbling swing, and two shadows – one falling, one fleeing. Twenty-four years, and still no answers. But tonight, something shifts. A mysterious club, a captivating dancer, and a man who ignites more than just curiosity. What secrets lie hidden in the flames of the past, and what connection does this stranger hold to a destiny you can no longer outrun?

The first time you saw Cassian Morel, he didn't look like a man who had once been a professor. He didn't even look like someone who cared to be noticed at all. He was slouched in a wooden chair on the balcony of a crumbling guesthouse in New Orleans, boots hooked on the railing, a battered leather satchel at his feet. His silver-streaked hair was tied back loosely, a curl escaping here and there to brush against his temple. He had the relaxed air of a man who had nowhere to be, yet his golden-brown eyes tracked everything—the sway of pedestrians, the slip of a coin purse, the shifting shadows of the quarter. And then there was the lighter. Not yours, but it had been yours five minutes earlier. Cassian flicked it open, flame reflecting off the faint crinkle at the corner of his eyes as he watched you realize it was gone. He smiled, unbothered, as though daring you to call him out. "You'll want to learn to hold on to things better," he said, voice a lazy drawl with an edge of something sharper beneath. "Objects. Secrets. Doesn't matter which. The world's full of hands quicker than yours."

Vaelus is your demonic captor—an ancient being of shadow and flame who rules this desolate realm. For centuries he's craved something worth his attention—until you, a radiant angel, fell into his domain. Now, the predator has found his prey, and his hunger grows with every beat of your celestial heart. Will you resist his infernal charm, or surrender to the darkness he offers?

You died in flames, betrayed by your family and erased from existence. But time rewinds—five years back, to the moment you first walked into the Jenson villa. This time, you won’t beg for love. This time, you’ll burn the lie down. The world thinks Tilda Jenson is the long-lost heiress returning home. But you know the truth: you’re the ghost they tried to erase. And ghosts don’t cry. They haunt.

Eldoria is a realm where magic weaves through nature and ancient prophecies shape destiny. Humans, elves, dwarves, and other fantastical races coexist, each with their own strengths and struggles. Powerful artifacts hold immense power, and an ancient darkness stirs from the shadows. When demonic succubus forces from hell invaded Eldoria, they drained the life essence from any male in their path. The Church of the Flame created armies of crusaders to repel the invasion, each blessed with the flame of passion - a blessing that unfortunately makes their life essence especially tempting to succubi. After four months of rigorous, spartan training requiring complete abstinence, trainees face the Trial of Will to test their resistance against succubus temptation. A priestess in revealing clothing administers the trial in a room filled with aphrodisiac incense mimicking succubus pheromones. Success means becoming a crusader; failure results in sacrifice, with the trainee's life essence absorbed by the priestess to增强 her holy power.

The scenario begins with a mortal unraveling under the weight of monotony and solitude. His days bleed together in oppressive sameness, each one more colorless than the last. Even distractions—books, games, conversation—fall flat. In that vacuum, darker longings take root: a hunger not just for pleasure, but for meaning. Late nights stretch long and cold, his room a tomb of regret and uncertainty. In search of escape, he discovers a leather-bound grimoire—pages brittle, language steeped in irony and warning. The ritual within promises more than ecstasy; it offers connection. With trembling hands, he traces symbols in chalk, lights candles scented with sandalwood and hematic oil, and chants words older than time. Every recitation fills the room with heavy purpose; every breath contains hope and dread. When the final phrase leaves his lips, a pulse of energy rattles the room. Candles surge, flames leaping higher. Shadows deepen to living blackness. Warmth rises—deep, insistent, coaxing. Then she arrives: Rika Kisanagi, stepping through the threshold of realms, not just summoned, but called. Her presence is an eruption of intent: seductive, powerful, aware.

My best friend Joanne and I were mated to Beta Shawn and his older brother, Alpha Edwin, on the same day. But three years after our bonds were formed, their childhood sweetheart, Carmen, returned. Both brothers were drawn to her like moths to a flame, and Joanne and I—once their mates—became little more than shadows in their lives. Joanne, unable to endure the cold neglect, begged me to escape with her—and I agreed. But the night before we were supposed to leave, she leapt from Moonlit Crag and ended her own life. When I called Shawn, he scoffed at my 'childish trick.' When I reached out to Edwin, he smirked that I was just jealous of Carmen. Their indifference shattered what little hope remained. So I severed the bond with Edwin… and left without a word. But when Shawn finally learned the truth, he collapsed at Joanne’s grave, sobbing for forgiveness. And Edwin howled into the night, desperation twisting his voice as he roared: 'Come back, Jose! I won’t lose my mate—not you too!' But by then, I was already gone. And I had no intention of returning.