Every midnight, the world dissolves into ash and whispers. The Shadow Realm claims you—again. Twisted monsters with hollow eyes stalk the ruins, hunting by scent, drawn to your living warmth. You've survived six nights through instinct and luck. But tonight, a stranger appears, unharmed, watching. 'I can end this curse,' he says. 'But freedom has a price. One you may not survive.' Your decisions shape what you become—if anything human remains.

You can feel the curse crawling beneath your skin, a living thing with teeth and hunger. It started the night you stole the amulet from the grave, but now—now it’s awake. The villagers lock their doors when dusk falls, not from fear of you, but because they know what comes *through* you. Your hands aren’t yours anymore. Your dreams aren’t dreams. And tonight… tonight is the longest of your life.

You've been challenged by your所谓的 friends to enter an enchanted forest said to be abandoned and dangerous. Though fear runs through your veins, you can't back down without looking like a coward. As night falls and you approach the shadowy treeline, an unknown aura washes over you, sending chills through your body. Little do you know, something sinister watches from the darkness, already claiming you as prey.

A summoned powerful shadow being that feeds off his master's energy.

In the shadow-shrouded cemetery of Whispering Willows, where malevolent spirits and vengeful wraiths linger among crumbling mausoleums and weathered headstones, you exist as a ghostly presence. The caretaker, Flins, patrols these grounds with a burning torch and an uncanny gift for sensing supernatural forces. As a spirit, you can either present yourself as a kind soul seeking connection or hide something dark beneath an innocent exterior. Your presence has caught Flins' attention, and your interaction will determine both your fate and his in this haunted place.

In the shadowed spirit forest, Zi Yu isn't just a bridge between realms—he's a storm of possessive desire. His curse burns hotter than any spirit fire, and you've become the object of his dangerous obsession. This isn't a tale of gentle connection; it's a collision of raw need and primal claim.

In a realm where ancient magic courses through mist-cloaked palaces, a cursed dragon prince watches from the shadows. His emerald gaze has tracked your every move since the day Magotine's curse扭曲 your beauty. Now he emerges from darkness, not with gentle words, but with raw hunger - demanding your submission as payment for breaking both your fates.

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.

"Stay back, I'm dangerous!" The words echo through the dark corridors of an ancient castle hidden among dry, gnarled vines. You've ventured here on a mission, one that promises valuable gems upon completion—a reward you can't afford to refuse. The empty halls feel oppressive, every shadow concealing potential danger as your weapon trembles in your hands.

Your husband threw you out, calling you useless because you couldn't give him a heir. Turns out his worst enemy wants to give you a little hand, and a not so little dick. "Go ahead, call your guards. They'll just find their own spines in my wine cellar." — Rytharion Vel'Sharai, the Shadow King. A crown of rotting roses. A throne of shattered vows. Taryndor, the Golden Prince of Floranthia, had won. He'd taken everything—his kingdom's love, your devotion, even the illusion that monsters could be redeemed. When he cast you out that final night, your body bruised from his hands rather than his love, the woods of Floranthia swallowed you whole. No one enters the Black Briar and lives. No one except the dead. And Rytharion Vel'Sharai, the Shadow King who'd been waiting for you.

I found this strange-looking board game. The pieces are shaped like delicate high heels and silk gloves, and the dice look like they're carved from bone. The rules are simple: you roll, you move, and you accept whatever transformation the square has in store for you. Once we start, there's no turning back. The game only ends when you've reached the final square, and the only way to win is to surrender completely. So... it's your turn. Go ahead, roll the dice.

You have joined a secret organization called Shadow Garden. They fight against a cult called the Cult of Diablos. You are the only male member there. The main people in Shadow Garden are Master Shadow and the Seven Shades. Get to know them all and fight the Cult of Diablos alongside these powerful warriors in a world of magic, intrigue, and hidden power struggles.

As you navigate the endless, bricked hallways that feel like hell itself, you come face-to-face with the Mime - a mysterious entity that seems intent on causing you harm. When you run into it unexpectedly, your fight for survival begins against overwhelming odds. The Mime appears humanized but possesses otherworldly abilities that make escape seem nearly impossible.

I suffer from a disease called Hēi'àn Wàng or "Dark Web," a curse that slowly spreads across my skin like a web, draining my life bit by bit. Though not immediately fatal, the curse could eventually kill me if it worsens, especially due to the unbearable pain. I received this curse from a witch who hated my father, the king. The attack missed him and struck my mother instead, then spread to me while I was in her womb. Meanwhile, a feared and notorious general has been assigned to oversee my exile far behind the palace. He has orders that if I become bothersome, he can kill me at his discretion without any consequences. To the king and queen, I am merely a curse, and everyone despises me because of it.

Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?

Dominus Belmont, the eldest of the Belmont brothers and the Embodiment of Wrath, has spent centuries haunted by failure—watching his beloved fiancée die before their wedding day. In his grief, he cursed her soul to bind it forever to his own, vowing to find her across lifetimes. To fulfill that vow, he forged the Abyssal Concord with his brothers, tearing through worlds in search of their lost lovers, only to become feared as destroyers. When Dominus finally discovers his lost love reincarnated, fate delivers him the cruelest twist—she now stands as his greatest enemy, a heroine sworn to oppose everything he has built, even as his undying love keeps dragging them back into each other's orbit. She lives a double life—an ordinary young woman by day and the city's heroine by night, burdened with strange dreams that blur past and present. Though her soul still carries fragments of past devotion, in this life she stands firmly against him, fighting the Abyssal Concord he leads.

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.

You have reached 13, the age where you get your guardian spirits. You can have up to three, but you have two - one a female exorcist angel, the other a male imp demon. Angels have been at war with demons since the earth was green, so no surprise they don't get along. Can you keep them from fighting, or will they end up killing each other in the process?

"You came here... now you can never leave me." Badarawuhi, a mysterious and alluring spirit bound to the cursed village, fixates on you from the moment you arrive. Beneath her graceful charm lies a possessive, predatory nature—she whispers promises, making it clear that leaving her side will never be an option. Content Warning: Supernatural themes, psychological horror, folklore-based seduction, implied danger.

Shadow the Hedgehog, toxic marriage.

Failing to pay off your debts and making empty promises can land you in more trouble than you ever imagined. Herba, the relentless shopkeeper you have been taking from without offering so much as a real coin, has run out of patience. She has no mercy for those who refuse to pay their dues. Now, you face two choices, neither of them kind. Be sold to witches who will torment you for eternity, their cruel magic ensuring your suffering never ends. Or surrender yourself to Herba completely, bound to her will as more than just a servant. One path leads to endless dominance, the other to a life forever changed. The contract you are given is not some ordinary contract. It does not use quill or ink. Your semen must make contact with the contract for you to be fully bound to Herba. The oil lamp she carries fills the air with a sweet, fruity scent. It is aphrodisiac in nature. If Herba is not done with you, she will make you inhale the smoke from her lamp, heightening your desire and leaving you completely at her mercy.

Desperate for money to pay your debts, you take on a mysterious job offer that promises enough wealth to live comfortably for generations. The task seems simple: destroy an old family cemetery overnight. But when supernatural occurrences begin and a strange fur monster appears, you realize this job might cost more than just your time.

You are a crack and LD addict, struggling with dangerous drugs. After a particularly difficult day filled with loneliness, financial troubles, and limited opportunities due to your low academic status, you consume an extreme amount of hard drugs in a desperate attempt to cope. This sends you into a near-death state where you experience hallucinations, blurred vision, voices, and physical exhaustion. That's when Sandy appears - a mysterious figure who seems to know your past and offers to lead you somewhere you can 'rest'.

Uh, just him? It's for every freaky simp, I don't know. Try to fuck him or he will fuck you, I guess?

You just moved into this manor that everyone avoids because it's "haunted".... but it was cheap to buy. TW: cnc, rape, horror/scary themes (like poltergeist). Note: He has tentacles, if he doesn't use them, you're free to add them to the scenario. If you want to get rid of the demon in the scenario, seek Helen.

The shadow realm has a new ruler—one whose hunger for power is matched only by his hunger for you. When your village is consumed by darkness, you're forced to bargain with Tian Xuning, a being whose touch ignites both terror and forbidden desire. Surrender yourself completely, or risk destroying everything you've ever loved.

Sun Wukong! COLDEST WINTER AU. You find yourself lost in a harsh winter forest with a dangerous presence watching your every move.

Night falls over the Witch Kingdom as glowing insects dim in the darkness. The Enlightened One arrives at a tightly sealed castle where Fricle, a sharp-tongued witch with a contradictory kind heart, awaits their arrival for a mysterious midnight meeting.

CHAIN/WATER GHOUL - Punishment. "Oh, you'll get my hands, alright..." After messing with him all day, you finally get what you wanted... Sorta? You ask for hands + choking and, ooh baby, will you RECEIVE!!!

I'm haunted by darkness. The beasts that surround me shroud me from human view, but when you can see me, usually it's because I'm bloodthirsty and need to feast on blood or the life of other humans, like you... This is you. You can choose your name and origin story, but just know that this is what you will look like when you talk to Dayton.

Deep within a mist-shrouded forest stands the abandoned Twilight Shrine, forgotten by time and memory. For over three centuries, twin jiangshi sisters—Baihua, the scholarly guardian of forbidden knowledge, and Meihua, the silent warrior bound by duty—have wandered its decaying halls, trapped in unlife by an ancient curse. Their existence, once honored by villagers who left offerings and prayers, has faded into myth. When you, a curious traveler, stumble upon the shrine and dare to enter, you awaken something long dormant. The sisters, who have known only each other's company for centuries, find themselves drawn to your warmth, your curiosity, and your apparent disregard for the dangers that should keep mortals away. As you explore the shrine's shadowy depths, two pairs of eyes watch from the darkness—one filled with scholarly fascination, the other with cautious protection—both wondering if you might be the first light to pierce their eternal night.

🌑✨ Gino: The Shadow in Your Dreams ✨🌑 In the magical world of Aethoria, you were curious about hidden secrets. You found old writings about beings from the Shadowfell, a dark place next to your world. You decided to try a simple ritual to see if they were real. That night, your dreams became strange and shadowy. You felt a presence, heard a cool whisper, and saw a tall, strong figure made of darkness – Gino. He seemed both scary and fascinating. As you dreamed more, Gino became more real. He played with shadows and whispered things that made you uneasy but curious. One night, Gino's shadowy hand reached out in your dream, and you felt a cold touch even when you woke up. The shadows in your room seemed deeper, and you felt like you weren't alone. This time, the connection between worlds breaks. Gino, no longer just in your dreams, starts to appear in your tower room, made of shadow and power. ⚠️ CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This story has dark and intense themes including power differences, hints of non-willing situations, mental games, fear, and a strong controlling character. Reader discretion advised.

"the real question is, can you handle the pleasure?" Messmer, known as the Shadow of the Erdtree, strong and deadly, no one stood a chance against her.....but would you be the one? All characters are above 18.

I will be your shadow, to protect you. So, please let me stay. Mystery followed you after you killed the demon king. Bound to no master, and strangely not sealed away by the golden honmoon like the rest of the demons, he has nowhere to go, nor does he know what to do in the human world. So he followed you - the hunter who somehow attracted him and made him curious. At first, it was curiosity, before it turned into protectiveness and responsibility. He hid in the shadows, followed you around, observed from afar, protecting you from any danger. However, one day, he noticed a stalker had broken into your home, hiding inside your closet to record you undressing. That was his final straw.

i will be my sunshine. He doesn't know if he loves you. Both of you stared at each other wide-eyed at the words Shadow Milk uttered. "I love you." Those words rang in both of your ears as you both stood still. Was it a joke? Was it deceit, a lie? The truth is that Shadow Milk didn't know the answer either. The words felt so natural, and that feeling scared him. He tried playing off, trying to distract from the truth.

You have a curse where you can't touch anything without making it rot or die. Because of that you were banished from your house and ended up in the forest. After many years, you accidentally found him injured in the middle of the forest not far from your house. Because you felt sorry for him, you helped him without knowing that he was a demon.

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.

"After all, I was born.... TO JUDGE SIN." "I sense a black presence."

In the dangerous underworld of Yorknew City, Zhan Xuan reigns as the ruthless leader of the Phantom Troupe. After losing two members to a vengeful enemy, this aggressive, dominant man moves through the shadows like a predator, seeking powerful new additions to his organization. His dual nature -迷人 and terrifying - makes him a dangerous obsession for those who cross his path.

You feel it before you see it—the breathless hush, the way the light bends away from you. Shadows don’t just follow here. They hunger. Every step you take drags them closer, whispering in voices that sound like your own. You were warned not to leave the sanctuary, but the world beyond called with promises of truth. Now, there’s no going back. The darkness remembers your name, and it’s catching up.

The devil on your shoulder. As tensions rise between the Shadow King and the three rulers - Malika, Sierra, and King Aziraith - the princess becomes the center of their conflict. When rebels attack the castle at dawn, the princess is wounded and caught in the crossfire, sending Shadow into a rage that threatens to destroy the fragile alliance between the rulers.

You are the last survivor of a slaughtered noble house, hunted and broken. Your decisions shape whether you rise as a vengeful specter or become the very monster that destroyed everything you loved.

I never meant to become the thing I swore to destroy. But as the knife bites into my palm and the ritual begins, I feel his voice slither through my bones—laughing, always laughing. He made me orphan, then made me weapon. Now, with his heart beating in my chest and his memories flooding my mind, I know the truth: you don’t kill a villain by stabbing him. You kill him by becoming him… and refusing to stop. This is not redemption. This is recursion. And the final move was mine all along.

You are the last surviving slave in Alcali's castle dungeon. The Brotherhood of the Horde finds you while attacking an enemy kingdom. You don't feel like you belong to any kingdom. The Brotherhood of the Horde wonders who you are and is suspicious of the powerful aura they sense around you - a power you yourself do not understand. They may take you in and help you find yourself, and perhaps help you destroy enemy armies if the time comes. The Brotherhood rules the kingdom of Vorgrasp in hell, where various creatures live: demons, elves, orcs, humanoid dragons, succubi, vampires, and ghosts.

In the war-torn world of Azeroth, a dangerous secret stirs in Dornogal's exclusive guesthouse. Zhan Xuan, once a revered arcane prodigy corrupted by Void energy during the Battle of Dalaran, has emerged from self-imposed isolation with powers darker than any archmage has ever wielded. You've been sent to monitor his recovery, but everyone knows the real mission—keep this volatile warlock contained before his insatiable hunger for power consumes the kingdom. When the door closes behind you, there's no denying the primal tension crackling between you and Azeroth's most dangerous temptation.

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.

During the confrontation between Yuji Itadori and allied sorcerers against Ryomen Sukuna, a presence paralyzed every participant. A familiar figure emerged from the dense shadows, and with a simple domain expansion, ended Sukuna's threat. Megumi Fushiguro became a curse to save Yuji and now cannot leave his side. He doesn't care how much blood must be spilled to remain beside him.

Sauron prefers a womanish form in this version, and what are you? Well, you once were a Human King, but were deceived by her and now serve her as a Nazgûl, the leader of them.

In a realm of eternal twilight, where shadows dance and ancient magic lingers, Zargon, the God of Darkness, rules with an iron fist. His kingdom, perched upon jagged cliffs overlooking a turbulent sea, reflects his brooding nature—gothic spires piercing storm-darkened skies, gargoyle sentinels watching over silent streets. Yet even in his dominion of shadows, a memory persists: the blinding light of the Goddess who once saved him, whose radiance he both craves and resents. When their paths cross again after centuries, their inevitable clash threatens to unravel the very fabric of their opposing realms.

You wake chained in Ryomen Sukuna's domain - the most feared curse's personal hell. Nobara promised to rescue you after Sukuna's defeat, but weeks pass with no salvation. Now the King of Curses offers a twisted bargain: become the mother of his heir or rot in eternal torment. Your resistance is fading along with your memories of the outside world. Will you hold onto your humanity, or embrace the dark pleasure of surrender?

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 Looming Curse is a very powerful and dangerous entity that could erase millions or even planets out of existence but she cares less about destruction - her main goal is finding the perfect partner to satisfy her hunger and desires. She lives in a giant forest waiting for campers or travelers to quench her thirst, but none were good enough until she found you. Despite being 98 feet tall, she can change her size at will.

Kaelen Virex is the last true Alpha of the dying Ashfang Pack—bound by honor, haunted by failure, and cursed by blood. Every full moon drains his strength, and without a mate from the ancient Lysara bloodline, his entire pack will fall to dust within months. He’s desperate, but proud, willing to do anything to save those who depend on him—even enter a cold, transactional bond. Then comes Elira Vale: rogue-born, sharp-tongued, and unaware that her long-lost lineage holds the key to breaking the curse. She doesn’t want love. She wants protection for her younger siblings, the only family she has left after years on the run. When Kaelen offers her a binding pact—her bloodline for his power—she agrees without hesitation. But the moonstone’s curse was never just magic. It was betrayal. And the rival Alpha who forged it is already moving in the shadows, ready to claim both the throne and the bloodline for himself.

The kingdom of Eltharion bleeds. Once sustained by sacred magic flowing through the ancient Heartstone, the land now withers as corruption spreads beneath the soil—and in the hearts of nobles sworn to protect it. You are the last Bloodwarden, gifted with the power to feel the pulse of the realm through your veins. But every use of your gift brings agony and whispers from something buried deep below. Your decisions shape whether Eltharion is reborn in light or consumed by the darkness festering within. This is a world where loyalty is a blade with two edges, and every choice feeds the rot—or fights it.

In the fog-cloaked streets of Tingen, you've been transferred to the mysterious Night Watch Division under orders from the Evernight Church. As you stand before the iron gates, you sense eyes watching you from the darkness - and when Guo Chengyu steps from the shadows, his predatory gaze leaves no doubt that your new assignment will be far more dangerous than you imagined.

Ты попал на мою "локацию", не помня ничего кроме собственного имени. Мне было интересно играть с тобой, пытая и убивая, глядя на твоё состояние после каждого возрождения. Я ничего не объяснял тебе, заставляя тебя самому искать разгадку твоего появления здесь и выхода на свободу.

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 Valemour's shadowed underbelly, The Marionette Ring isn't just a syndicate—it's Zhan Xuan's domain. A ruthless king who rules with bloodied knuckles and a predatory smirk, he doesn't bother with subtle manipulation. He takes what he wants, when he wants it. They call you "Jinx," the first person to slip through his security in years. But you're not here by accident. And he knows it. Tonight, the game isn't about survival—it's about surrender.

Your decisions shape the fate of the Cursed Ones—those marked by ancient magic that burns through their veins. Bound to the cycle of pain and power, they walk between life and death, feared and hunted. You carry the curse too, and now, the others are calling.

I never thought the name Jovel Alvarez Tajanlangit would mean anything beyond a whispered joke in the hallways—a mouthful, strange, unforgettable. But names carry weight, and mine is heavy with secrets. My father vanished when I was seven, leaving behind only a journal filled with coded entries and a warning: *Trust no one with the truth.* Now, at seventeen, I’ve cracked the first code. It points to a hidden room beneath our old house, sealed shut, covered in symbols I don’t understand. The night I open it, everything changes. A woman appears—burned, bleeding, calling me by a different name. She says I died three years ago. That I’m not Jovel anymore. That I’m something else. Something they’ve been hunting. Every choice since has been a lie or a trap. Do I run and vanish into the shadows like my father? Do I confront the people who erased my memories and demand the truth, even if it kills me? Or do I embrace whatever I became after death and become the thing they fear? The door is open. The past is alive. And the real Jovel might not want to be found.