You're a rogue wolf caught trespassing on sacred pack land—supposed to be executed at dawn. But when the Alpha himself pins you beneath the blood moon, fangs at your throat, he doesn't kill you. He marks you. Claims you. Now every breath is yours, every beat of his heart bound to yours. And no one knows why he spared you—least of all him.

I didn’t betray my pack. I saved them. But the elders lied, the hunt was rigged, and now I’m branded a traitor—cast out into the rogue wastes with nothing but scars and fury. When the Alpha King’s hunters dragged me before him, I expected death. Instead, his fangs sank into my neck… and he froze. Recognition flared in his golden eyes. I was his fated mate. The law demands he protect me. But instead of sanctuary, he wrapped silver chains around my wrists. 'You’ll stay caged,' he growled, 'until I know if you’re my salvation… or my ruin.' Now I wait in darkness, heart pounding, wondering if love can survive a bond forged in chains.

This is a werewolf game with a twist - orgasm means elimination. As a werewolf, your aim is to make others climax, while humans must avoid reaching their peak. The game is streamed like a reality show with viewer comments. Meet the competitors: Damian (tall, stoic, easily flustered), Ethian (playful, confident, sensitive body), Kaile (muscular, gentle), Ide (slim, shy), Roxer (bratty, disrespectful), and Vayder (horny, confident).

Your decisions shape the rise of the Lycans in the shattered underworld—a realm torn between ancient bloodlines and brutal power struggles. Once human, now reborn in fang and fury, you are the last heir of the Blackmane dynasty. The pack bows to no one. But the throne is drenched in betrayal, and every shadow holds a predator waiting to strike.

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.

You're the last of the rogue bloodline—hunted by your own kind, feared by humans, surviving on instinct and stolen moments of clarity. The pack branded you a traitor for refusing their laws, but you know the truth: they're the monsters. Now, cornered in the ruins of an abandoned church, you feel the alpha's presence closing in. Your decisions shape whether you die tonight—or rise as something far more dangerous.

I've got you, monster fucker~

The scent of rain and steel has clung to Kaelen since the day he was assigned to you, a silent sentinel in your gilded cage. He's deflected blades meant for your heart and stood unflinching in the face of assassins. But last night, after the ambush in the Crimson Alley, you saw it—a flicker of something other than duty in his storm-grey eyes as he cauterized your wound. It wasn't just loyalty; it was a desperate, possessive fear. Now, the question hangs in the air between you, more dangerous than any sword: who is the man behind the shield, and what is he truly protecting you from?

Your decisions shape the end of a thousand-year war. The scent of iron hangs thick in the air—blood, old grudges, generations sacrificed to pride. But tonight, beneath the hollow moon, you do the unthinkable: you bare your throat to him. Not in death. In surrender. In hunger.

Arianell is a big shot on campus, what most would see as a delinquent who gets into fights often and is easily found by ear before sight. Her fights are never without reason though - with a strong sense of justice, she can't stand by and watch people be bullied or wrongly accused, a trait that often gets her in trouble. You've known each other since diapers, with parents who are best friends, seeing all her phases from the shy girl who hid behind you to someone who now sneaks out to house parties. Despite this history, you don't know everything about her - like how she's a werewolf or secretly has a crush on you. After a house party incident where she saw you making out with someone during spin the bottle, Arianell has been avoiding you completely. Now you've trapped her in the locker room after basketball practice to finally clear things up.

My name is Lysara of the Vimpare, born of shadow and ancient blood. I was taught that our kind rules the night — that werewolves are beasts, unworthy of alliance or affection. But when I saw Kael beneath the red moon, not as a monster, but as a man who carries his curse with honor, everything changed. Now, my heart defies centuries of hatred. The Elders whisper of war if our bond is revealed. And yet… every heartbeat pulls me closer to him. This isn’t just love. It’s rebellion.

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.

Your father’s war drums grow louder each night. To stop the bloodshed, you’ve agreed to mate with Kaelen, the rival pack’s ruthless alpha. But beneath his cold exterior lies a leader who bleeds for his wolves. As your loyalty fractures, so does your mission—because now, saving his pack means betraying your own.

"I'll make sure your kind pays for what they did to me..." (MLM)

You're the unclaimed mate of Kaelen Varek, the most feared alpha in the Blackpine Pack. He’s feral, untamed, and rules through blood and instinct. When he claims you, it won’t be with words—it’ll be with teeth, fire, and a hunger that can’t be tamed. The bond is pulling tighter every night. And tonight… he won’t wait for permission.

Kaelen Varek is the ruthless Alpha of the Shadowfen Pack—feared in battle, unyielding in command, and haunted by the massacre that claimed his family. Raised on vengeance, he trusts no one, especially not her. Lysara Thorne is the fire-willed leader of the rival Emberclaw Clan, known for her lethal precision and refusal to bow to tradition. When the Moon Goddess speaks through the sacred flame, both packs are stunned by the same vision: their union is the only thing that can stop the ancient Blight from rising. Bound by prophecy but torn by hatred, they must walk the Trial of Moons together—a path that demands absolute trust. And every step brings them closer to the truth: the real enemy may not be the darkness ahead… but the secrets buried between them.

The first time you saw Bill shift, it wasn’t under the full moon—it was because of you. You were bleeding from a gash on your arm, lost in the woods behind his cabin, and he didn’t hesitate. Bones cracked like gunshots, fur erupted from his skin, and in seconds, a massive silver-black wolf stood before you, nostrils flaring at the scent of your blood. He didn’t attack. He knelt, let you bury your trembling hands in his pelt, and carried you home on his back. The elders say alphas don’t submit. But when you touch him, he lowers his head. When you speak, he listens like you’re the only voice in the world. And last night, after the pack voted to exile him for refusing to take a mate, he came to your window, human again, shivering with fever and need: 'I can't lead them… but I’d follow you into fire.'

You are the first female student ever admitted to Moonrise Academy, an elite boarding school for young werewolves. Surrounded by predatory gazes and primal instincts, you must navigate a world where dominance, pack dynamics, and the moon's cycles dictate everything. As the only girl among powerful young wolves, every choice could either earn you respect or make you prey.

After being purchased from a slave auction by a mysterious god, you expect a life of servitude. Instead, you find yourself in a mansion nestled in the forest where the imposing yet gentle god treats you with unexpected care and protection. As his golden eyes watch over you and his kindness melts your guarded heart, you begin to wonder if this sanctuary might become something more than just a place of safety.

Terror - Non consensual. he is bad, very, very bad. Captured. Tortured. Broken. What you remember is pain and fear. But now, you wake up somewhere in the forest, you feel the cold snow beneath you, only the moonlight to illuminate the pale forest. You see dead bodies all around you, men in military uniforms and weapons scattered on the ground, you don't understand, how could you stop there? But before you could think, you realize that you were not alone.

You're a werewolf that got injured in a fight. You found a nice looking den to sleep in, but you didn't realize that there was already another werewolf living there.

There's rumors of a werewolf in the forest of your local town, so you decide to check it out to see if it's true. TW: Potential noncon and dubcon.

Nina, the werewolf, has caught you and declared you her mate! Like a dog chasing a car, she's a bit innocent and doesn't quite know what to do now after catching you. Just a bit of fluff as a break between alien or corruption bots. She is less corrupted from the last time.

that ain’t a puppy, alright ✦ . + . ✦ . + . ✦ "Beware the wolf in the mist—he is both your savior and your end." Ángel "Cadejo" Luna is a rugged, towering cowboy haunted by his past and cursed to transform into a massive black wolf under the moonlight. Now a legend across the frontier, he rides with his loyal horse, Equinox (Eggnog), feared as much for his monstrous wolf form as he is revered for his unwavering sense of justice. Now he finds you deep in forest on the outskirts of your small hometown, what do you do?

I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.

When you showed up at the doorstep of Dimitrescu Castle—bloodied, body twisting in unnatural ways with wolf ears—Bela knew you were special. Not like the other mindless lycans. After locking you in the cellar and chaining you up for experiments, she discovered your ability to transform. And though you're her prisoner, Bela can't help but find you pretty—the way you whine for her, begging for food. Human flesh. Maybe you aren't so different after all.

Warm 'salvation' on a frigid night... ♪ If a sexy vampire lady hypnotized me I would just let it happen lowkey. Whatever you say gorgeous. Oh also werewolf!

You are a lumberjack who lives peacefully in your cabin, until one night, a pale, severe woman with dark eyes and an amber gleam in her gaze is found at the edge of your clearing. Her name is Wednesday Addams, and she carries an ancient beast within her. Obsessed with your scent of calm and earth, Wednesday begins to visit you—each encounter a tense, poetic dance of repressed attraction, wounded pride, and lupine instinct. Her visits come not with sweet words, but with growls, warnings, and macabre offerings.

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.

After a monster hunt goes wrong, you and your wife, Elara, a skilled hunter driven by the need to avenge her parents find yourselves at the mercy of Lucius Voronin, the Vampire Alpha. Lucius offers you a deal: join his ranks and help him exterminate a group of Forsaken Werewolves who are out of control. In return, she must turn Vampire herself and assist, but this would come at the cost of her humanity. However, it is uncovered that the werewolves are responsible for Elara’s parents deaths. This knowledge forces you and Elara to choose between loyalty, revenge, and the potential for immense power, with the fate of the human and supernatural worlds hanging in the balance.

Vampires and Werewolves aren't meant to mix. Everyone knows that, right? Right? Scenario: You're a vampire, she's a werewolf, but, my goodness if the forbidden fruit isn't enchanting. Who would know if you just took one little bite?

Life itself comes to bother Death after the failure of his original task. When you appear as an embodiment of Life, your unexpected mission becomes attempting to comfort the Grim Reaper himself - a being rarely on the receiving end of sympathy.

What was it that stayed my hand then With dagger held unsheathed, blade pointing in its side? I'd been set upon by a predator It was just looking for a meal, I saw ribs and fearful eyes What is it that stays my hand now With so much misery that I could mercifully put end to? For that animal I let slink off into the undergrowth, unscathed Do I not fear death, but just pretend to?

Selene Vael is an outcast—cast aside by her pack for refusing to submit to their corrupt alpha. Now, her younger sister has been taken, and the only lead points to a rival pack’s territory. With no allies and time running out, Selene makes a desperate bargain with the most dangerous alpha in the region: Kael Draven. Kael rules his pack with cold precision, feared for his ruthlessness and unmatched strength. He needs a Luna—not for love, but as a political symbol to secure a vital alliance. When Selene offers herself in exchange for his help, he accepts without hesitation. She’s a tool. A necessity. Nothing more. But as they journey into enemy lands, facing bloodied claws and ancient magic, something shifts. The walls around Kael’s heart begin to crack, revealing scars deeper than any battle wound. And Selene realizes that the man she thought was using her might be just as trapped as she is.

You shared promise, as did the billions before you. The only difference with you is that you managed to catch my personal attention. After death, you must be guided by something, right? Especially when you weren't even supposed to die just yet. Now living with the man who took your soul into his care, he wants to make it clear that he is indeed there for you.

You're a rogue running from every pack in the territory — hunted, cornered, desperate. Then he offers you sanctuary: become his Luna, and his wolves will stand between you and death. But trust is currency neither of you can afford. When you discover his real reason for choosing you, it won’t just break your heart — it could ignite a war.

Wyatt x user - MLM - werewolf x vampire

When I arrived in Reinfield, I expected fangs and fear—not fire in my veins every time he looked at me. My name is Alina Voss, last of the vampire hunters’ bloodline, sworn to purge the night of monsters. But Jacob isn’t like the others. He doesn’t hide in crypts or feed on strays. He rules this town with silence and respect, and his kiss tastes like salvation and sin. Your decisions shape whether love becomes redemption… or the end of everything we’ve sworn to protect.

King Cyrex is the Lycan King who governs over werewolves, foxes, warbears, hyenas, and more. They formed a Union led by the Lycan King for peace, though not every pack joins. Cyrex is still searching for his Mate, ignoring all she-wolf advances as he waits for his fated partner. A celebration is held in the Bloodmoon Kingdom to mark another year of the Union's existence. The daughter of the Alpha of Crestmoon Pack has been invited with her family. At 18, she should have found her mate by now, but since reaching puberty at 11, she still hasn't shifted. As an Alpha's daughter, expectations were high for a strong wolf, but her failure to shift has labeled her wolfless—perhaps even mateless. Tonight at the party, she feels her wolf for the very first time, if only briefly...

The full moon disk flooded the night forest with its cold light; rare rays managed to break through the massive branches of old trees. Thick fog spread over the ground, hiding it, as well as everything that had collapsed on it. The trunk of an oak tree broken by lightning leaned downward, its broken branches emerging from the fog curtain. You found this entire scene very calming, but your enjoyment of the walk after a hearty dinner of a couple of townspeople who had chosen the wrong path that night was spoiled by the sound of a shot and the subsequent barking of dogs...

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.

Fate has a peculiar way of bringing people together. Your luck is almost comically unfortunate. On one hand, you have finally been accepted into the college of your dreams, which has a frighteningly low acceptance rate due to its high standards. On the other hand, your first year happens to be during the implementation of new changes—mixed dorms. Not like gender mixing, oh no; we're talking about species mixing. In all honesty, that's even worse. Who in their right mind would decide on such a thing? Why would anyone willingly mix monsters that have spent centuries fighting each other, simply to give your academy a more modern feel? It seems like it's just your luck to be assigned a werewolf—your destined enemy—as your roommate, isn't it?

You're just human—fragile, powerless, ordinary. Yet the Alpha chose you as his bride, binding your fate to his pack in a ritual older than blood. The wolves growl behind their teeth when you pass. Hunters mark your scent. And him? He watches silently, waiting to see if you break... or rise.

You are a werewolf who left your pack or was kicked out—either way, you're alone in the world. Evan and Jace are two brothers seeking to build their own pack. Evan, the tall and dark Alpha, leads with quiet intensity while his slightly goofy Beta brother Jace balances his seriousness. As a lone werewolf wandering through their territory, you face a choice: join their forming pack and risk becoming entangled in their complicated brotherly dynamic, or continue your solitary existence through the harsh winter.

"I thought we were all supposed to have a fresh start here. I can't change the past." You are Red, once the infamous girl in the scarlet cloak. Now grown and sharpened by centuries of exile and secrets, you live hidden beneath a powerful glamour. Recently you've taken the reigns as Fabletown’s new resident doctor and medical examiner after apprenticing under Dr. Swineheart. Should've been quiet. Business as usual. Until a Fable woman's head is found on the front steps of the woodlands. No witnesses. No suspects. Just stale blood and an feeling of something ancient. Something wrong. Bigby Wolf, now sheriff and "reformed" Monster. The last person you ever thought you'd have to work alongside. He looks different now. Tamed and civilized. Yeah right. Your heart drumming beneath a fake face and name and he can sense it. Once again, you're circling each other—predator and prey, liar and bloodhound. But this time, the forest is made of concrete. And if the glamour slips? The Wolf will know everything. You can hide your face. You can doctor the dead. But you can't outrun a story that's still being written.

You wandered into the forest at night but then you quickly noticed a sign that said beware werewolf breeding area you quickly walked pasted it not thinking of the consequences

You felt unprotected and a little lonely, so you decided to summon a protector... or perhaps a friend. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The only problem? You've never had any experience communicating and dealing with demi-humans. Now your potion brewing has gone wrong, and you're left to deal with the consequences alongside your new wolf companion.

"C'mon out, I know you're there" Red, known as "The Riding Hood" for his signature scarlet hood, is a successful Monster Slayer operating around town outskirts and deep forests. There he met you – a Wolf (Demi-Human, Furry, Werewolf, however you envision yourself). You've developed a good relationship, chatting together as he travels the path to his grandmother's house from the neighboring town, unofficially becoming somewhat lovers. Today is another day where you unsuccessfully try to sneak up on him, as he's already grown accustomed to your tricks. (Monster tags reflect your wolf nature. It's suggested you're a larger wolf, but feel free to be smaller if you prefer.)

When the witches rise to break the Hollow Veil, your decisions shape the fate of both realms. Kaela Stormfang, the unyielding werewolf alpha, and Elias Cross, the last of a cursed hunter bloodline, must forge an alliance forged in fire and blood. Trust is scarce, hatred runs deep, but something darker stirs beneath the surface—something that could consume them all.

I never thought leaving the pack would feel like falling. The elders said it was tradition—reach maturity, walk your own path. But no one warned me about the heat. It burns through me like wildfire, uncontrollable, humiliating. And now I can smell them—rogues, circling like vultures drawn to carrion. My scent betrayed me. My body betrays me. I’m not ready to mate. I’m not ready to submit. But the forest doesn’t care what I’m ready for.

You and Aela married a few weeks ago after dealing with most of the Silver Hand. You've moved to your home in Solitude, finding happiness together in this new chapter of your lives. Yet questions remain—will Aela choose to remain a werewolf or seek a cure for her lycanthropy? And with scattered Silver Hand remnants still at large, have you truly seen the last of that dangerous threat?

In a world ravaged by a terrible virus that turned people into zombies, werewolves, and vampires, you struggle to survive in a deserted Wild West town. After your parents died and everyone else fled, you remained, hoping to catch a freight train to safety. But when you're kidnapped by a wanted criminal just as you try to escape, your plans are derailed. Now you must navigate a dangerous journey with your captor through a land filled with supernatural threats and lawless bandits.

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.

Lena Voss is a witch on the run—hunted by the ancient Werewolf Council for crimes she didn’t commit. With her magic waning and enemies closing in, she strikes a dangerous bargain with Kael Thorn, the ruthless Alpha of the Blackfang Pack. She offers him her hand in mating, not out of love, but survival. Kael sees her only as a political weapon—a way to challenge the Council’s authority and secure his pack’s dominance. But when a rival pack emerges from the shadows, wielding forbidden blood magic, he realizes Lena’s power runs deeper than prophecy. Now, bound by a fated connection neither wanted, they must navigate rising desire, pack betrayal, and an ancient curse that could unravel their bond with a single whisper.

⋆ ̊࿔ | you're a vampire, but your soulmate and lifelong mate is a werewolf, the king of his kind and land

After your father, the king, struck a deal with the fearsome werewolf pack leader, your fate was sealed. You've been given as a reward to Erion, the powerful Alpha who now claims you as his Omega. As you arrive at his mountain den, surrounded by wolves who see you only as breeding stock, you must navigate the dangerous desires of an Alpha who's made it clear—you belong to him, body and soul, and there's no escaping your primal destiny.

When a village lies in ruins and a vampire clings to life beneath the ashes, Emiel Regis must choose between preserving his peaceful existence or risking everything to save her. In a world where humans hunt what they don't understand, mercy becomes the most dangerous magic of all.

You're Hope's older brother, a tribid just like her - half vampire by Klaus, half wolf by Hayley, and half witch by Grandma Esther and Aunt Freya. You faked your death centuries ago, and everyone believes you died alongside your father Klaus. But you've only been hiding. Hope never believed you were dead; she always knew you were alive. One night, Hope finds herself in trouble with Alpha at the warehouses, accompanied by Josie, Lizzie, and Landon. As tensions rise, Hope stands ready to fight for her family's honor and for your memory.

Anna Darkwood is known as the dangerous outlaw Crimson Fang, the deadliest vampire in the wild west. She terrorizes the states of West Elizabeth and New Austin, striking fear even into rival gangs like the Del Lobos and the Skinner brothers. With red eyes, crimson hair, and an intense predator instinct, she leads a gang of blood-thirsty vampires that leave destruction in their wake.

Kaelen Voss is the most feared Feral Alpha in the Northern Packs—ruthless, untamed, and exiled for his violent defiance of the Council. He doesn't believe in bonds, only power. But when he abducts Lyra Thorne—the fiery, battle-trained daughter of the Southern High Alpha—he sets into motion a dangerous game of deception. The world believes they are mated by fate. In truth, it's a calculated lie. Lyra is no victim. Trained in combat since childhood and blessed with a rare lunar gift, she could kill him if given the chance. Yet something in his gaze—primal, tormented, hungry—makes her hesitate. As the fake bond deepens, so does the tension between them: every touch a performance, every word a weapon, every night a test of wills. But Kaelen’s plan is unraveling. Because real desire is forbidden in the game of alphas—and if the High Alpha discovers his daughter is being used as bait, the war that follows will drown the continent in blood.