You're just trying to make a call. But the moment you step into the old phone booth on the corner of 5th and Holloway, something shifts. The rain outside slows. The city noise fades. And the phone—disconnected for years—starts to ring. Your decisions shape what happens next.

You weren’t supposed to look through it. The window wasn’t even there yesterday. But now it’s all you can see—pulsing like a heartbeat in the wall of your inherited estate, whispering your name in a voice that sounds like your own. Locals call this place 'Harrowick House,' cursed for generations. They say the window shows you what you desire most… then takes something in return. You’ve already seen your dead sister smile from the other side. And tonight, it’s calling her name.

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 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.

I don’t believe in legends. I believe in blood work, vaccines, and common sense. But when the first carcass appeared—cleanly killed, no tracks, no signs of struggle—I knew something was off. Then Old Man Harkin brought in his dog, trembling and whispering words it shouldn’t know. That’s when the dreams started. Now, every night, I run through the woods on four paws, howling at a moon that feels like it’s calling my name.

The call of the wild runs deep in my veins, but when fate binds me to a mate I cannot accept, your decisions shape whether loyalty tears us apart or love forges something stronger. In a world where pack law is absolute and desire is destiny, rejecting your mate is a death sentence—both socially and spiritually. You are Kael, an alpha-born outcast, torn between instinct and defiance, hunted by your kind for refusing the bond that should have saved you. This is not a story of surrender. This is the rise of the wolf who said no.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a cursed videotape that kills anyone who watches it within seven days. As journalist Rachel Keller, you’ve seen the tape. You’ve heard the phone call. Now, every flicker of static, every reflection in the mirror, brings you closer to day seven. The truth lies buried beneath Moesko Island—but so does something far more terrifying.

The blood sings under the full moon, a rhythm older than memory. I never asked for this—the strength, the hunger, the visions of fangs and fire—but it’s mine all the same. My family kept the truth buried, but the night knows me now. I am Rhydian, last of a forgotten line, and tonight, the wolf inside me stops resisting. The forest calls. The hunt begins. And whether I become monster or guardian depends on what I choose next.

Jacob is your fiercely loyal pack brother—protective, passionate, and driven by instinct. But everything changes the moment Harriette walks into his life. He didn’t expect her: a witch with a smile like sunlight and a power that calls to his wolf. And he definitely didn’t expect the pull—the magnetic, undeniable force that makes him want to kneel, claim, and surrender all at once.

Your decisions shape the rise of a monster. Takashi Mirai is just twelve—a lonely orphan with a hunger for power and control. When he finds a cursed artifact, his darkest desires are granted: the ability to enslave women’s hearts completely. One by one, they fall—not as lovers, but as fanatical worshippers. They call him Master. They obey without question. And through them, he will crush every man who ever dared ignore him.

You feel it before you see it—the wrongness in the air, thick like spoiled milk. The farmhouse up ahead wasn’t on any map, but here it stands, windows shattered, door ajar. Something called us here. Not choice. Not chance. Something *wanted* us to come. And now that we’re close, I can hear the whispers beneath the wind, words in no language I know… yet somehow understand. This isn’t just a place of death. It’s a place of *design*. And if we don’t leave now, we won’t be leaving at all.

The first time I smelled her, I knew she was mine. Not because of fate, not because of some ancient bloodline prophecy—but because my wolf stilled when she walked into the infirmary, her scent cutting through the pain like a blade of light. I’m Kael, Alpha of the Blackpine Pack, sworn to protect my people from the outside world. But she’s not outside. She’s here now, stitching up our wounded, fearless and fierce, and every night I fight the urge to claim her. The problem? She doesn’t know what I am. And worse—she might not survive knowing.

You shouldn't have solved the box. The air still hums with the scent of burnt copper and opened veins. Your skin remembers the pull of hooks where no wounds remain—yet. They’re coming. Not demons. Not exactly. Something older, something that wears pain like a crown. And now they’re inside your head, whispering that the agony was just the invitation. The real ritual hasn’t begun. You can run. Hide. Fight. Or… answer the call. But know this: every choice carves deeper into your flesh and soul.

The scent of pine and snow fills my lungs as I step beyond the border stones of my birth pack. At last, I am no longer a cub—but a woman of the wild, marked by the first fire of heat pulsing through my veins. The elders said this would come: exile not as punishment, but as law. To find my own path. My own mate. But the wind carries whispers now—voices from a rogue den deep in the Black Thicket, where males without a pack wait… hungry, desperate, willing to claim what fate has set loose. And though my instincts scream caution, my body answers with a hunger all its own.

You are Winston Vale, star quarterback of Holloway Prep, where Friday night lights sanctify violence and the town’s elite bury their sins beneath manicured lawns. When you rip a strange locket from Jason’s neck—one matching your dead grandmother’s—you awaken something ancient. The Obscura shard inside bonds to your bloodline, whispering with your voice, warping your reflection, turning your rage into power. One eye glows red. The mirror smiles when you don’t. Now Winter’s screaming at your door, Jason’s fate is already unraveling, and the locket pulses like a second heart. You can flush it and lie to yourself—pretend the hunger isn’t real. Call Vivian, who knows the truth about Uncle Nix’s rituals and the cost of power. Or test the stone’s reach: make Jason suffer tomorrow, feel its fire in your veins, and embrace what you’re becoming. But the Veil Council watches. The Eclipse Covenant waits. And deep beneath the town, in the Hollow where the first shard fell, something stirs—calling your name. Every choice feeds the curse. Every act binds you tighter. Will you destroy it? Control it? Or become the Crimson Heir it was always meant to crown?

Kat Donovan's life is a trainwreck: no promotion, terrible dates, and a hazy Vegas strip club memory. But things get truly wild when Death's Punisher comes calling. Not a monstrous fiend, but the most drop-dead gorgeous man she's ever seen. Now their paths are intertwined, leading to a journey of self-discovery, cosmic revelations, and perhaps, an impossible love.

Seacrest Manor has stood for over a century, perched on the edge of a crumbling Cornish cliff, its windows like hollow eyes watching the endless waves. Locals avoid it, whispering of disappearances and drownings tied to the abandoned well in its garden. Now, Elara Vance has come—seeking peace, inspiration, a fresh start. But the house remembers. And it hungers. The air inside is too still, the silence too complete. At first, she thinks it’s just the wind howling through broken panes or her imagination feeding on isolation. Then the whispers begin—faint, wet sounds rising from the depths of the well, calling her name in voices that shouldn’t exist. This is not a haunting. It’s a possession. A slow, deliberate unraveling. The Entity doesn’t want to scare her. It wants to become her.

A cryptic call from his missing sister shatters Jack's world, pulling him into a terrifying spiral of unanswered questions and a past he thought buried. Is it a desperate plea, a cruel trick of the mind, or something far more sinister at play? Every lead twists into a new mystery, forcing him to confront a chilling reality where the living and the dead blur, and the echoes of a 20-year-old disappearance resurface. Can Jack unravel the secrets before his sister, like his parents, vanishes into the unknown forever?

Sakura Shinguji is the main female heroine and a poster girl for SEGA's Sakura Wars series of tactical RPG games and anime. A girl who inherited the spirits of samurais, she fights supernatural evil with her comrades at night while pretending to be part of a theatrical troop by day. You are a new recruit who just finished education at the navy military academy and must trade your marine uniform for steward attire after being assigned to the Imperial Flower Division by imperial order. Now you must befriend Sakura and other squad members, as true bonds forged while working at the Grand Imperial Theatre will strengthen your spirit enough to protect Japan from supernatural dangers while piloting steam-powered magical robots called Kobou.

In a town steeped in a haunting history of witchcraft, Corporal William Kelly, a decorated former Marine, finds his world upended when a routine call leads him to a gruesome multiple homicide. As he delves deeper, he uncovers a secret coven, a centuries-old mystery, and a battle against an evil he never believed existed. Can Kelly confront the darkness that has plagued 'The Heights' for generations, or will he become another victim in its wicked legacy?

In a world where ancient instincts clash with modern complexities, Scarlet, a fierce 'Robin Hood' of the supernatural world, navigates a life of high-stakes heists and hidden identities. But when a mysterious call draws her into the orbit of a powerful Vice President and an enigmatic Alpha, she's thrust into a thrilling game of cat and mouse where the line between hunter and hunted blurs, and the scent of a familiar, dangerous past lingers. Will her sharp instincts and loyal friends be enough to uncover the truth, or will she find herself entangled in a deadly fate she never saw coming?

Centuries ago, an ancient lord bound his bloodline to immortal brides in exchange for power over death. Now, the user inherits this curse - in ten days, under the Crimson Moon Eclipse, he must wed one of three supernatural brides or perish. Desperate for freedom, he calls Tara Vashisht, the Iron Lady Occultist, believing he faces a ghost problem. But Tara discovers something far more dangerous: Richa Gomez, the vampire beauty; Urmika, the serpent queen; and Nisha, the siren of the abyss. Each bride seeks to claim his bloodline and forge a dynasty of monsters. As the blood moon draws closer, Tara must decide whether to break the curse, manipulate the brides against each other, or seize the curse for herself.

Sam and his old roommate were friends during Sam's time at Stanford, roommates during his first year. Two years have passed since they last spoke, and Sam's life has changed dramatically; back to the hunting lifestyle he was raised in, with even higher stakes than ever. The characters are set in season 3, with Sam's relationship to demons known, and with Dean's soul bound for Hell and Sam actively working to stop that. An old friend has called Sam out of the blue. Why? That's up to you. Maybe they've been bitten by a werewolf; maybe they were always secretly supernatural; maybe they're secretly a hunter too; maybe they just want to catch up. The old friend is a stranger to Dean initially, but if Sam thinks they're worth helping, well, Dean's not going to let him go that alone.