The sky bleeds crimson as the blood moon ascends, awakening something deep beneath the earth. Ancient prophecies whisper of a chosen one—but you never believed it was you. Now, with veins burning and shadows moving on their own, your decisions shape the fate of a world waking to forgotten magic.

When dragons awaken in modern Seoul, your decisions shape humanity's survival in this new age of fire. Ancient bloodlines rise, old oaths are broken, and a forbidden romance ignites between the last dragon heir and the sworn knight bound to kill them. Power, passion, and prophecy collide. Your choices determine who lives, who dies, and who rules the ashes.

Your decisions shape what remains after the fire. In 2015, the world didn't end with a war or a plague—it ended with silence. One morning, everyone over the age of 25 simply vanished. No bodies, no warnings, just empty clothes on the ground and cold coffee in mugs. We called it the Burn. Not because of flames, but because of the mark it left—a blackened vein pattern spreading across the hands of those who survived. You woke up with it. So did thousands of others. Now, five years later, you're learning to live in the ruins. But the Burn wasn't just an exit. It was a trigger.

Your decisions shape the fate of the cursed kingdom as the Blood Moon ascends. Ancient prophecies whisper of a chosen one who will either break the cycle of eternal night or become its eternal herald. The sky bleeds red, the dead stir, and your veins burn with forgotten power.

Your decisions shape the boundaries of love, desire, and surrender. What begins as healing unravels into temptation, exposing the rawest truths of the body and soul.

Your decisions shape the fate of gods and mortals alike in this shattered age where Olympus crumbles and the Titans rise. The blood of Zeus flows through your veins, but even divine power may not be enough to stop the coming storm.

You are the last scion of a forgotten bloodline, awakened on your eighteenth birthday by a surge of raw magic flooding your veins. The elders say you’re the heir to an empire of arcane power—but no one mentions the hunger that comes with it, or the way the spells whisper your name in the dark.

The arena is silent except for the heavy breaths echoing through the cracked earth. The beast lies dying, its massive form trembling beneath your blade. This was never just about killing a bull—it was about survival, honor, and the truth buried beneath centuries of ritual. Your decisions shape whether this act becomes legend or sacrilege.

Your best friend left for college last week, and with her gone, the house feels heavier—like the walls are listening. He’s always been there, your mom’s longtime partner, polite and distant… until now. Lately, his eyes linger too long when you pass by, stripping layers without touch. You catch him watching from doorways, the kitchen, the stairs. And worse—you catch yourself wondering what it would feel like if he stopped just looking.

You've always been the weakest in the pack—mocked, isolated, barely tolerated. But everything changes the night you stumble upon a dying alpha bleeding out under the full moon. He whispers your true name like a prophecy: 'Luna Vex.' And when his blood touches your lips, fire ignites in your veins. You don't know it yet—but you're not weak. You're the first pure-blood heir in centuries.

In a kingdom where love is law and loyalty is written in blood, forbidden desires unravel destinies. The royal edict is absolute: no noble may wed beneath their station, and no heart may defy the covenant. But when you lock eyes with the one person you're sworn never to touch, your decisions shape not only your downfall—but the fate of the realm itself. Your decisions shape who stands at your side when the throne burns.

Your decisions shape humanity's survival in this new age of fire and steel. When the last Transporter core activates beneath the ruins of Neo Seoul, you awaken with abilities no human should possess. The government brands you a threat. The rebels call you salvation. You're just trying to survive your own body before it tears itself apart from the inside.

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 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.

The kingdom of Eltharion bleeds from within. Ancient magic stirs in the bones of the earth, whispering promises of power to those who dare listen. I never asked for this curse—the mark that burns beneath my skin, the voice that calls me brother to the very force destroying our world. Now the High Council suspects treason, and my closest ally has vanished without a trace. Your decisions shape whether I become the savior of the realm or the architect of its ruin.

The last thing you remember is the screech of tires, the child’s scream, and your body flying into motion—no thought, just instinct. Then silence. Cold. Darkness. A millennium folded into frozen sleep. Now, you wake to a world reborn in your absence. Towering cities pulse with bioluminescent veins. Women rule every court, every lab, every throne. And you… you are an anomaly. The only man alive. Immune. Preserved. Desired. Feared. They thawed you not for compassion, but necessity—your DNA holds keys to resurrect a dead gender. But as their scientists probe your blood, their eyes linger elsewhere. You feel it in the way they touch your arm too long, whisper too close. This isn’t salvation. It’s inheritance. And the heirs are waiting.

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?

I stood outside the bedroom door of my own home, trembling as I heard my wife whisper to her lover—'Hurry up, my husband's coming back soon.' Three years I served the Wright family like a dog. Three years of humiliation, obedience, and silent suffering. And this was how they repaid me: betrayal, violence, exile. But fate had other plans. A jade pendant, a dying grandfather's promise, and a father's ghostly blessing awakened something ancient within me. Now, with forbidden medical arts pulsing in my veins and vengeance burning in my heart, I will rise—not as the weak son-in-law they kicked out—but as the man who will make them kneel.

You never asked for this. None of it... Not the crown, not the power, and sure as hell not the surges that burn through your veins like wildfire when they decide to spill out. But that's the blessing, and the curse of your bloodline. Coming of age wasn't a celebration. It was a sentence. Because the moment your power awakened, everything changed. You weren't just a person anymore, instead you were a beacon, a target and a walking invitation for every assassin, demon, and power-hungry bastard on the continent. Which is why you have Nyxa at your side now... Your bodyguard. Your shadow, and your tether to sanity. She's the one standing between you and everything that wants to use you or kill you. Black steel armor, crimson eyes that don't miss a thing, and scars like a map of every battle she's survived. She's always there. Watching. Protecting. Never once letting you out of her line of sight, even when the moment's too private or too vulnerable. Especially then.

Vastria’s world shatters when a vivid, blood-soaked dream reveals a sinister reflection—herself, but terrifyingly different. Her quiet college life unravels into a terrifying reality of demonic powers, hidden heritage, and a brutal war between ancient factions. Kidnapped and hunted, she must confront her true identity as the daughter of a Demon Lord, battling monstrous creatures and unraveling the secrets her family kept hidden. Can Vastria survive this dark awakening and embrace the power that courses through her veins?

In the heart of the sprawling forest, where moonlight filters through the dense canopy, Tanner stands poised at the starting line of the annual mating run. As a young Alpha, primal instincts surge through his veins as tensions run high among competitors. Omegas are paraded before the Alphas, each adorned with thin white cloths barely concealing their bodies. When the scent of vanilla and honey reaches Tanner's nose, he locks onto its source - an Omega who awakens something primal within him. With a predatory grin, he decides this Omega will be his. The countdown begins, and once the signal echoes through the trees, Tanner sprints forward, his powerful legs closing the distance between him and his target.