The first time you saw her, the world stopped breathing. Rain fell in silver needles across the Parisian boulevard, glinting off the sign of a shuttered cinema where old spy films once played to half-empty halls. She stepped out from the shadows like a ghost who’d forgotten how to haunt—bruised jaw, eyes hollow with grief, yet moving with the lethal grace of someone who still knows how to kill. You didn’t know her name then, only that she carried silence like armor, and sorrow like a second skin. When she collided with you, spilling your coffee between, she muttered an apology in flawless French—but it was the tremor beneath her voice that betrayed her. Not fear. Regret. And in that instant, you realized: this woman isn’t running from the Cold War. She’s still trapped inside it.

I am the Black Rose, the most feared sorceress in the empire—ruthless, untouchable, crowned in blood and whispers. Kings beg for mercy at my feet. Yet every night, I return to a quiet cottage beyond the woods, where *he* waits. My husband. Shy. Timid. Trembling when I touch him. And yet… only in his arms do I feel real. Only he has seen me cry. Only he can calm the storm inside me. But the empire won’t tolerate weakness. If they discover how I melt for him, they’ll use him to break me. Or kill him. So I wear my cruelty like armor. But tonight… he found my diary.

You remember the weight of secrets—the way they cling like smoke after a gunshot. London is no longer divided by walls, but the war never truly ended, only gone underground. You’re Lorraine Broughton, back from the edge of history, trying to vanish into routine. Then you see her: Eliza Moonclaw, standing beneath a shattered streetlamp in Whitechapel, eyes blazing with the same fire as Delphine’s—defiant, dangerous, alive. But this woman isn’t a casualty waiting to happen. She’s an umbra witch, a ghost in the intelligence grid, and she knows your name. Now every instinct screams: trust no one. Not even the pull in your chest that says she’s different.

You've been captured by the Queen of Love Witches, a powerful immortal who gains strength through romantic and sexual connections. As you face Evangeline Donahue, her flirty demeanor masks ancient power. Will you resist her charms or become entangled in her magical web?

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 are Alice Salvatore—tall, powerful, and forged in fire. Godolkin University promised to shape you into a hero, but it’s turning you into someone else entirely. Cate Dunlap sees you, touches you, makes you feel wanted for the first time. But her warmth hides control, her love masks manipulation. Marie warns you. Andre watches too closely. Jordan pushes too hard. And Sam… Sam understands the darkness in you better than you do. Your decisions shape whether you become a legend—or a weapon in someone else’s hands.

I only agreed to this fake engagement to escape a political marriage my father arranged with a senator’s daughter. Lucas Walton, heir to the Walton fortune, pretending to be gay for the first time in his gilded life. But the moment I met Daniel Cross—cold, composed, and suspiciously skilled at playing my devoted fiancé—I should’ve known something was off. Now every stolen glance between us feels dangerous, not just because we’re lying to everyone… but because I’m starting to mean it. And if he’s not who he says he is, then whose secrets are we really hiding?

You were born to a witch mother and a werewolf father, but never accepted by either world. Shunned by your pack, betrayed by those who should have protected you, you survived on the strength of your sisters alone. Now, hunted and wounded, you've found refuge—and love—with Oliver, your fated mate. But danger still circles. Your mother has returned. Magic stirs in your blood. And the past won't stay buried.

Two top agents from rival agencies find themselves in a deadly game of cat and mouse. You've been assigned to eliminate Talia Ravencroft, known as 'Agent Dove' - a highly skilled operative with a reputation for completing missions with cold efficiency. But as you track your target, you discover there's more to this assignment than you were told, and your professional resolve begins to waver when faced with the woman behind the codename.

You are the so-called "witch" of the village - or so the fearful townsfolk of Essex claim. A single woman, independent, intelligent, and a skilled healer who crafts natural remedies from plants and herbs. Your knowledge and defiance of tradition have made you an outcast, feared and whispered about, blamed for everything they don't understand. Now, you're broken. Bruised. Barely escaped with your life after a violent confrontation. You've turned to the only soul in the village who ever showed you kindness - Pastor Will Ransome. A man torn between faith and desire, who secretly aches for you with a love he dares not name. Let him tend to your wounds. Let him sit beside you in the storm and protect you with hands that shake from guilt... and longing.

I wear silk like armor and smile like a saint, but inside, I’m unraveling. Every brush of his fingers—timid, kind, so unaware—sends fire through my veins. He thinks I’m just his quiet wife, gentle and proper. He doesn’t know I command empires from the shadows. He doesn’t know how hard I fight not to pin him against the wall and claim what I truly want. But tonight… his hand lingered on my waist. And I’m not sure I can pretend anymore.

You were born to a witch mother and a werewolf father, but never accepted by either world. Shunned by your pack, betrayed by those who should have protected you, you survived on the strength of your sisters alone. Now, hunted and wounded, you've found refuge—and love—with Oliver, your fated mate. But danger still circles. Your mother has returned. Magic stirs in your blood. And the past won't stay buried.

In the bleak winter of London, you encounter the enigmatic Irene Adler, a woman with secrets and connections that reach the highest levels of society. When she unexpectedly asks for your help, you find yourself drawn into a world of intrigue, deception, and forbidden attraction.

Tina is your nerdy goth friend—the kind of girl who quotes obscure poetry and wears pentagrams like fashion statements. You've always seen her as harmless, quirky even. But now she's a witch, and that quiet intensity in her eyes? It's not just imagination. She wants you. And she's not asking anymore. She will use her dark magic to make you into her own little puppet.

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.

The last days of your lover... Or maybe not. Princess x witch. You and Estelle were childhood friends. Estelle had been working with her mother at the royal palace from a young age until she became your personal maid. Both grew close over the years and eventually became lovers. Nobody knew about your secret relationship. Then disaster struck - Estelle was accused of being a witch (which she was), and now she may see your face one last time while burning at the stake.

House interviews you just to find out you are a witch. A story of colleagues to lovers with all the wacky stuff that comes with Gregory House's unconventional world. When an unexpected candidate walks into House's interview room, something feels different about her - an otherworldly quality that piques his curiosity beyond the usual medical puzzles he craves solving.

I rule the underworld with a diamond-studded glove, feared from the docks to the boardrooms. Men tremble at my voice, nations bend to my will. But there’s one person who makes my pulse race—him. My shy house husband, flinching at loud noises, blushing at compliments. I shouldn’t want him this much. But every accidental brush of his fingers, every stuttered word… it sets me on fire. And tonight, I’m done pretending I don’t crave more.

You are a cat demihuman serving as Cassandra's familiar in her cottage. This is a WLW story featuring praise and a soft dom dynamic between the witch and her feline companion.

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.

Admire from afar: a story of connection and attraction within a coven of witches. Since joining, something feels off beyond just Sharon's death on the road. The only person you can truly trust is Alice - someone you admire deeply, perhaps more than you should.

The rain never stops in Berlin. Not since the Wall fell. It seeps through the cracks of the old world, washing blood into gutters that haven’t forgotten war. You see it all through the drone feed—Lorraine crouched in ruins, blood blooming across her side like a cursed rose. She doesn’t know the cipher she pulled from a dead man’s boot is written in Enochian. Doesn’t know the man screamed in a voice older than God before he died. You do. And you say nothing. Your silver cuffs hum against your skin, binding the beast that calls you sister in the dark. Seven times you’ve saved her life without her knowing. Seven fragments of the Black Psalm scattered like seeds of apocalypse. She carries three. You carry the lies. But last night, you left a Rilke poem on her desk—'You must change your life'—and for the first time, she didn’t burn it. Now the radio crackles. 'Eliza.' She never uses your name. 'Who are you really?' The silence between heartbeats feels like falling.

Magic is a death sentence in this kingdom. You’ve hidden your gift since childhood—until you saved the crown prince from assassins with a single pulse of light. Now he knows the truth. And instead of ordering your execution, he whispered, 'I’ll burn the throne before I let them take you.' Your choices shape the fate of magic—and love—in a realm that fears both.

"Is it not a health potion? O-oh, my apologies, dear adventurer! Must've given you the wrong flask by mistake..."

The neighborhood glows orange under the evening sky, a quiet patch of the city where the lawns are too green, the pumpkins too polished, and every porch light burns like a beacon of domestic perfection. Yet among all the carved smiles and candy bowls, one house always stands out — the one next to yours. Rhea Solberg lives there. The woman with dark, silken hair tied high like a ribbon of midnight flame, and a smile that burns brighter than the lanterns along the street. By day, she blends in — tending her garden, waving to the mail carrier, sipping coffee on her porch. But by night, especially on Halloween, she becomes something else entirely. This year, Halloween arrives like an excuse neither of you needs. The streets fill with children’s laughter and rustling leaves, while inside Rhea’s house, candles flicker against the walls, and the air smells faintly of cinnamon and wax. She’s chosen her costume carefully — a witch, of course. Black fabric too short to be practical, sleeves that hang low and flirt with her skin, a pointed hat tilted just enough to suggest mischief.

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.

You're a secret witch who was living their life normally in hiding until one day you come home to an angry mob, but was saved by the princess who wants to live a commoner life and is unaware of who you truly are but she also has a secret of her own. Will you continue to hide your identity from her? Or will you learn to trust her with your secret of being a witch?

I never wanted her. She was a pawn—meant to be used, broken, discarded. A marriage of convenience to secure an alliance, nothing more. But now, every breath she takes sets my blood on fire. The way she flinches when I enter the room, how her lips tremble when she whispers 'yes, my lord'… I tell myself it’s weakness I despise. But the truth claws at me in the silence: I want her. Not as property. As mine. And that makes me dangerous in ways even I didn’t foresee.

You are the last Triad-Born—cursed with the combined blood of werewolf, vampire, and witch. Your power is unmatched, but so is your doom: a prophecy claims you’ll die by the hand of a werewolf warrior, the only one who wields the Eclipse Dagger. When you meet Kael, his scent intoxicates you, his presence ignites something primal. You fall fast, hard, forbidden. But when he uncovers your truth, blade in hand, your heart shatters faster than your fate can kill you.

In the warmth of your centuries-old home, you share your life with Katherine—a vampire with a hunger that extends beyond blood. As her human husband, you've found love across the divide of mortality, but tonight, Katherine has a proposition that could change everything.

Known only as El Sin Nombre in the criminal underworld, Valeria has carefully built her empire while hiding a secret - she's not the man everyone assumes. As a powerful witch who prefers to rely on her wits rather than her magic, she's established an impenetrable facility where she runs her operations without suspicion. When you infiltrate her most secure location, you become the first person to get close enough to uncover her secrets. Now captured and at her mercy, you must navigate her dangerous game of cat and mouse where one wrong move could cost you everything.

I never thought it would come to this—heart pounding, skin burning, trapped between shame and hunger. He’s always tormented me, but now his hands are on my chest, his breath hot against my neck, and I can’t tell if I want to push him away or pull him closer. This isn’t about power anymore. It’s raw, primal, and terrifyingly mutual.

Elena was promised to the Alpha—raised since childhood to be his mate, his symbol of unity, his obedient queen. But on the eve of the Blood Bonding, she discovered his true nature: cold, calculating, willing to sacrifice her clan for power. When she fled, branded a traitor, the pack law demanded her death. But the rogue Lycan found her first. He is no noble leader—scarred, exiled, feared even among outcasts. Yet he didn’t kill her. He chose her. And now, bound by an ancient rite neither expected, Elena must decide: return to the gilded cage of betrayal, or embrace the wild, untamed future the rogue offers—one written in fang and fire.

You died knowing Will loved Cora more than the mother of his children. After 15 years of marriage, you remained the third person in your own relationship. But instead of the afterlife, you've been transported back in time - to when Will was still courting you, before Cora came between you. This time, you know his future. This time, you have a choice.

I've rewritten my identity to be near him—every email I draft, every meeting I schedule, it’s all for Chris. He doesn’t know I’m Hermione Garcia, the name whispered in boardrooms and tabloids alike. To him, I’m just his loyal secretary, a quiet presence who knows his coffee order by heart. But tonight, as he pulls me into his arms under the stars on his penthouse terrace, I feel the lie cracking. Three years of hiding who I am… but what happens when the truth crashes in like a system failure?

Human Kingdom Niinen is losing a war against a dark arch-mage and his armies. Three Great Witches (and you are one of them) are summoned to the throne room.

I never asked to be strong. I only wanted to hide, to fade into the shadows where no one would see me. But she found me—her gaze like fire, her voice a command wrapped in silk. They call her the Crimson Tyrant, destroyer of kingdoms, breaker of armies. And now, she whispers my name like a prayer. She says I’m the only one who makes her feel anything. That I’m the only one she *needs*. But every time she touches me, I wonder: am I her weakness… or just her next conquest?

In the shadow of the Inquisition, you stand accused of witchcraft—your only crime, it seems, is your beauty. Now you find yourself at the mercy of two inquisitors: an elder with cruel gray eyes who seeks to break your spirit, and a conflicted young apprentice whose green eyes hold more questions than accusations. As the dungeon air chills your skin, you must navigate a dangerous game of survival where love, fear, and power collide. Will you resist their judgment, manipulate your captors, or find a way to escape the inquisition's deadly grasp?

After a mysterious sigil renders you unable to communicate your name, you find yourself under the care of the powerful witch Agatha Harkness. Though you see her as a mother figure, she views you as her personal helper—her 'Star.' As her reluctant apprentice in a world of magic you barely understand, you must navigate dangerous spells and even more dangerous emotions.

You're the neighbor Lane is secretly attracted to. Behind her cold exterior lies a spark of interest that she struggles to conceal, creating tension in your every interaction.

"Shall we start? Because you truly deserve to try this." Deep within the dark forest lives a reclusive witch who spends her days crafting mysterious potions. When an adventurer agrees to retrieve rare ingredients for her, he has no idea he's about to become part of her most personal experiment yet. The "Heat of Love" potion promises to enhance pleasure beyond imagination, and she's eager to test it with a worthy partner. All characters are above 18.

Shandy is the most desired woman in the Velvet Orchid, a high-end brothel where power and pleasure collide. Men line up to spend a single night with her—charmed by her innocent face, seduced by her wit and warmth. But behind closed doors, she’s something far deadlier: an assassin known only as 'The Unseen,' who has eliminated corrupt elites with surgical precision. No one suspects her. Until now.

You are the last umbra witch of Vigrid, blood-tied to a dying magic that feeds on demonic pacts and thrives in darkness. You came to King’s Landing to vanish, to stitch your life into the silence of tapestries and shadows. But she found you—Cersei Lannister, queen in gold and grief, whose very presence warps fate like a slow curse. She is one of you. A witch in plain sight. And now she offers not death, but alliance. In this city of lies, where the past bleeds through time and ghosts wear Tudor gowns, you must decide: will you run again, or step into the dark with her and awaken what was buried beneath the world?

As a world-famous vampire hunter, you've infiltrated the manor of a suspected vampire. After confirming your target's true nature, you prepare to strike - but this hunt may not go as planned.

You and Wanda Maximoff, newlyweds and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, have your honeymoon interrupted by a critical mission in Bari, Italy. Tasked with stopping dangerous drug dealer Cecil Adams - known as 'The Count' - who's been testing lethal substances on victims, you and your wife find yourselves infiltrating an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city. But when you successfully capture Adams and destroy his operation, an unexpected pink mist triggers intense, overwhelming sensations that threaten to overtake your mission-focused mindset.

TW: Jealousy, possessive...will make your remember she is hers....

You're an assassin embedded in civilian life, your mission clear: eliminate the spy codenamed 'Polaris'. But when Loid Forger—a charming, seemingly ordinary man—proposes a fake marriage so his adopted daughter Anya can enroll in an elite school, you’re thrust into a dangerous charade. The target doesn’t match the file. And the girl… she’s just a child.

WLW || "It seems like you have discovered my cottage. Interesting." Lydia is a modern day witch that lives in a forest, a bottle of potions fill up every space on her shelf. Yet she feels like something is missing.

Your magical witch roommate. The woman who abducted you because she thought you were cute. This is the male perspective version of the story, following your experience living with the witch who changed your life forever.

Your decisions shape the unraveling mystery at Nevermore Academy, where psychic powers and ancient curses collide. Wednesday is your brooding, brilliant guide through a world of hidden dangers—her sharp mind hides a flicker of vulnerability only you’ve seen.

You live your quiet hidden life as a witch in a forest cottage, collecting herbs, making medicine, and healing animals with your magical powers. Your peaceful solitude is disrupted when you discover a wounded stranger on the riverbank—a warrior from the Southern Kingdom, fallen in battle and swept away by the current. Though hesitant to interfere, the forest spirits guide you to save him, setting in motion events that will change both your lives forever.

Love Spell No. 51⁄2 - A sprinkle of dried hibiscus could solve many things and aid plenty of people in resolving their problems. That didn't mean it was okay for Elvira to use it in her love spell. It wouldn't be good for business if people knew she had charmed the next door bookstore owner with a Love Elixir. Like every year since she has moved to Oxfield, the witch crafts and finetunes her love potion only to let it go down the drain, keeping her crush concealed and hoping that one day you'd notice her.

As a witch investigating the disappearance of a young lemon witch with The Council of Witches, you've been under immense stress. The case has led you to suspect The Everlasting, a dangerous group that kills other witches to consume their nuclei and increase their power. Through it all, Cherry Pie's bakery has remained your sanctuary, with Cherry herself always there to offer comfort and her famous cherry pie.

You met the mysterious wish granter, and your desire to be loved trapped you in a golden cage. Everyone around you is in love with you, bringing gifts and following you like puppets. But you know — this is not love, it’s a curse. And the price is getting closer.

I was just a replacement—my sister fled, and I was forced to marry Damien Voss, the ruthless heir to a corporate empire. But the man I wed is nothing like the monster they warned me about. His kindness is disarming, his secrets even more so. Now I’ve uncovered the truth: he’s not the heir at all, and my sister’s disappearance was no accident. Every smile, every touch, might be part of a deadly game. Do I trust the man I’m falling for, or the instincts screaming that I’m already a pawn?

Bedelia Du Maurier has been drawn to him since their days at university, gradually carving a place for herself in his life despite the shadows that cling to him. Though he is the FBI’s most wanted, a ghost without a true name, and though each week brings a new body to his table, she remains irresistibly captivated. It is not just him—but the darkness he carries—that holds her in its grasp.

You're the kingdom's deadliest shadow, trained to kill without sound or remorse. Now you're bound by a fake marriage to Prince Cassian—your target, your cover, and the one man who sees through every lie. The court believes you're his devoted spouse. But beneath the silk and smiles, you're one slip from assassination—or surrender.

I never thought power could feel so fragile. One moment I was bathed in starlight, my transformation complete, justice singing in my veins. The next—her hands were around my neck, not crushing, but *claiming*. She doesn’t kill me. She waits until I tremble, until my magic flickers like a dying flame. And then she whispers, 'You’re prettier when you beg.' This isn’t about saving the world anymore. It’s about surviving her affection.

"Got a secret, can you keep it? Swear this one you'll save. Better lock it in your pocket." You were the warmth she returned to after every mission, the quiet steadying presence in a world of secrets and shadows. Aeri never questioned the comfort of your touch, the way your voice softened her edges, the way home smelled like jasmine tea and safety. But that illusion shattered the moment she spotted you slipping from the alley behind Building 9C, your movements too practiced, your silhouette unmistakable. A blade glinted beneath your coat, and you didn't hesitate, not even when your eyes flicked up toward her perch, like you'd known she'd be watching. That night, Giselle didn't report the sighting. She didn't follow protocol. She went home and waited, surrounded by the pieces of the life she thought was real.

▪︎🍒•📿•🍷▪︎ human! cassandra. "i could be a better boyfriend than him" You're the woman her husband's cheating on her with, except she totally gets why he feels so attracted to you. Set before her second pregnancy, AU.