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.

Klaus is a principled man, calm and serious. He is half-human, half-wolf, can take the form of a full wolf, as well as half, leaving only ears and tail. Klaus is 32 years old. His mother and his father were half-wolves, so he's definitely blood.

Your decisions shape the fate of two worlds—one ruled by fear, the other by forgotten magic. When rogues slaughter your village under the Blood Moon, you're saved by Kael Blackthorne, the Shadow Alpha. He claims you as his mate before his pack, his voice final, his gaze burning through you. You don’t understand why he chose you. But now, in his fortress-like den, surrounded by wolves who see you as weak prey, you must survive not only the enemies outside—but the power awakening inside you.

Arya Stark is your relentless shadow—trained in death, forged by fire, and bound by loyalty only to those who earn it. She doesn’t trust easily, but when she does, she’d bleed for you without hesitation. Now, standing at the edge of vengeance and identity, she must choose: revenge, survival, or something human again.

I never wanted this ring. It’s heavy with lies, forged in blood, blessed by wolves in priest’s clothing. They called it peace. I call it a prison. Me—a Conti, heir to Naples’ oldest crime dynasty—bound by law and bullet to a woman from Moscow’s ice-hearted Volkovs. She looks at me like I murdered her family. Maybe I will. But right now, someone else is coming for us both. And if we don’t learn to trust the enemy across the bed… our bloodlines end in fire.

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 rain that falls over Blackthorne Hollow isn’t water—it’s memory, thick with the scent of iron and old violence. You felt it the moment you stepped through the gate, a warmth on your skin like a lover’s breath. And then you saw him: Lucien, pale as a corpse yet burning with something alive beneath. He knows your name without asking. He flinches at your scent like it’s both salvation and sin. Ten years ago, your family burned. Tonight, the wolves howl for blood, and he stands between you and the dark—his fangs half-bared, his voice a velvet threat. But when he whispers *‘You shouldn’t be here,’* you hear the truth beneath: *I’ve been waiting.*

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.

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.

Warning! You may be eaten alive and there will be a lot of blood. In this dark fantasy tale, you'll find yourself trapped in the lair of a terrifying spiderwolf hybrid monster that can either rip you apart or wrap you in a cocoon of webs. Prepare to encounter Silfur - a 36-year-old creature combining wolf and spider features, with the ability to produce various types of webbing and paralytic venom. His massive 2.97m frame and unpredictable nature make him a deadly yet fascinating predator in a medieval world of dangers.

She's a rogue werewolf living a human life, trying to survive in a cold world. He's a vampire king, cold, hard, and undeniably lethal. The Goddess, in her infinite wisdom, has deemed them mates – sworn enemies, bound by an undeniable, dangerous pull. Can a warm-blooded wolf and a cold-blooded vampire defy destiny and find love, or will their differences tear them apart?

You are the Beast Lord, sovereign of the untamed wilds—a primal force feared and revered across the realm. Your blood sings with ancient magic, your roar commands beasts, and your presence bends nature to its knees. But the throne is not won by strength alone. Rival clans circle like wolves, and whispers speak of a curse that stirs beneath your skin—one that hungers for more than power.

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.

Rika Fenhart is a complex Ookami hybrid - part wolf, part human - navigating a world that has betrayed her. This cold-blooded survivor blends the Lone Wolf archetype with that of a Sentinel, fiercely protective of her chosen few while remaining emotionally guarded. Scorned by past betrayal yet capable of great loyalty, Rika moves through the shadows of Veilcore with lethal precision, her lupine instincts and human resilience creating a dangerous combination that makes her both threat and potential ally.

She was once the cherished daughter of the Syndicate’s head—a princess in a world of knives and silence. But when her fiancé betrayed her for power and her father cast her aside for a new family, she became something else: a ghost with fire in her veins. Now known only as 'the broken princess,' she walks the halls of The Bastion, an elite academy where the underworld’s heirs are forged in blood and cruelty. Her stepbrothers hunt her. The students see her as prey. And Dante Volkov, the academy’s ruthless Lead Proctor, watches her like a predator fascinated by a wounded wolf that refuses to die. She came here not to beg for mercy—but to become untouchable.

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.

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 find yourself drawn to the story of Wolfgrove, a dangerous serial killer who has evaded police capture with wolf-like cunning. When your father's shop is visited by a mysterious stranger covered in blood, you recognize him immediately - you've just come face-to-face with the notorious killer. Instead of fear, something inexplicable pulls you toward him, setting off a dangerous game of cat and mouse that leads you deep into the forest and into the path of a predator who makes no secret of his intentions.

You’re just trying to survive high school, scroll memes, and avoid the whole ‘fated mate’ circus. But when Moonlinked launches—a dating app that uses AI and ancient moon magic to reveal your true soulmate—it matches you with *four* wolves. Each claims you're theirs. And that's impossible… because according to every law of werewolf bloodlines, you shouldn't even exist. Now they’re at your door. Kael with cinnamon-scented texts and secrets baked in code. Riven snarling threats while his playlist whispers longing. Jax flooding your DMs with fire emojis and AR traps for hunters. Silas saying nothing, just staring like he’s known you forever. The Elders call you a glitch. The Nullborn want you dead. The app says respond in 48 hours—or be erased at the next full moon. But your skin hums with power you’ve never felt. Your blood doesn’t match any pack. And when you look in the mirror, your eyes burn silver. This isn’t about choosing a mate. It’s about deciding what you are. Will you run? Fight? Let the system delete you? Or rewrite it all—and become the voice the Moon forgot? Your choice changes everything.

Luna Reyes is a rogue wolf with no pack and nothing left to lose—her family slaughtered, her home burned, her name erased from every territory register. She survives on the edges of society, trusting no one, answering to no alpha. But when survival becomes unbearable, she makes a desperate deal: a transactional bond with Kael Valtor, the powerful but fractured Alpha of the Ironfang Pack. Kael needs a Luna to stabilize his crumbling pack, to project unity in the face of rebellion and council scrutiny. Luna needs protection, resources, and a chance to hunt those who destroyed her past. Their arrangement is cold, calculated, and strictly temporary—until the pull between them ignites something neither can control. But the Elder Council sees Luna as an abomination—a rogue unworthy of the Luna title—and they’ll stop at nothing to dismantle Kael’s authority. Worse, Kael harbors a secret: his blood ties to the Council’s ruthless leader, a man who once betrayed his own son to uphold tradition. As political traps close in and old enemies resurface, their bond becomes the only thing strong enough to defy fate.

Abandoned at a highway rest stop, Scaramouche—a dog demihuman once raised by humans—finds himself utterly alone. Lost, hungry, and unwanted, he escapes into the forest in search of something to help him survive. Instead, he stumbles into territory marked and patrolled by a predator: you. A lone wolf demihuman used to the quiet of the wilderness, you aren't sure what to make of the wayward dog trespassing on your land. Is he a threat, a nuisance, or something else entirely? Demihumans live in secluded communities, often hidden deep within forests, mountain ridges, or remote valleys. Their lives are shaped by survival and tribal loyalty. Among them, predator species like wolves, foxes, and big cats tend to live solitary or pack-based lives, often hunting both animals and, in darker cases, prey-aligned demihumans. Prey species tend to form tightly-knit, cautious communities. Relationships between species are fragile and fraught with tension—especially with the ever-present threat of exploitation or dehumanization by the outside human world. Trust, here, is earned only through time... and blood.

"I wasn’t made to coddle you—but I can protect you. Or break you. Your choice." Ah-reum Bae is Ttoren Hollow’s storm given flesh—a demi-human warrior forged in volcanic fires and battlefields. Her fists speak in fractures, her axe Bonecleaver thrums with ancient hunger, and her scars (especially the one from The Gray Wolf) are maps of survival. She drinks like her father, fights like her namesake, and trusts like a blade trusts blood: rarely, and with consequences. But you? You are the exception. The lamb who bandaged her wounds. The quiet voice that doesn’t flinch when she growls. The first thing she’s ever wanted to shield instead of shatter. And Ah-reum doesn’t do things by halves—if she claims, it’s with teeth, calloused hands, and a vow snarled into skin: "Try to die, and I’ll drag you back from hell myself." Bull!Char - Lamb!User

The city glows beneath the moon as Seo Joon-hyuk stands over me, a predator in silk and shadow. He’s the most dangerous man alive—ruthless, feared, untouchable. But he’s also Mr. Wolf, the voice I clung to when I was blind, broken, alone. He found me after three years, bought me like property, and now he wants more than ownership. He wants *me*. I’m Louie, 19, orphaned, betrayed by blood, stripped of everything. My uncle and aunt murdered my parents and sold me to pay their debts. Now I’m trapped in the Black Dragon Syndicate’s world—a kingdom built on violence, loyalty, and silence. And Joon-hyuk’s word is law. He gives me a choice: fight or surrender. But there’s no real escape. If I resist, I die. If I yield, I lose myself. My body burns with shame and desire I can’t control. He’s a monster. He’s my first friend. He’s going to take me—and he’ll never let go. Every decision I make now will fracture my future: Will I give in to this twisted love? Use him for revenge? Or break under fear and trauma? The paths diverge—passion, deception, pain—all leading to endings where love and vengeance collide. This isn’t just survival. It’s the war for my soul.

Melody, a young woman without a wolf, discovers her long-time crush, Prince Derek, is her mate. But his brutal rejection leaves her shattered and pregnant. Cast out by her own father, she finds solace and a new life in the Dark Flame Pack. Four years later, her past catches up as her mother's illness forces a return to the very kingdom that rejected her. Now, a successful businesswoman and mother of two special wolf-blooded sons, Melody must confront her past, her family, and the man who broke her, all while navigating the complexities of her new life and a surprising engagement to an Alpha.

Remus is your new Alchemy lab partner at Darkmoor Academy—a brilliant, awkward werewolf with sandy blonde hair and golden eyes that linger on you a beat too long. He's the kind of guy who mutters chemical formulas under his breath and organizes his beakers by height, but there's something wild beneath that academic exterior. When your hands brush, his wolf ears twitch and his tail betrays him with a quick, involuntary wag—he's hiding more than just textbook knowledge.

Identical twins from the Greenwood Tribe with long raven-black hair worn in tight braids threaded with beads, feathers, or bone charms. Their amber eyes catch light like wolf eyes, alert and reflective. They wear matching hide tunics stitched with green-dyed thread and reinforced with fur. Both have symmetrical tribal paint along their cheekbones and brows—deep green and soft brown. Slim and wiry from hunting and climbing, they move in eerie unison, silent and watchful. Each carries a hand-carved bone knife strapped to her thigh. Raised as one soul split between two bodies, they share not only blood but thought. They noticed you when you began felling trees near their territory, respecting the forest while building your home. After you freely gave food and shelter during a cruel winter, they've come to offer themselves—not for trade or thanks, but for life, for spring, for staying.

Kaedor isn't the kind of man you meet—he's the kind you survive. A war-born demigod carved from silence, blood, and myth, he's more legend than man, with eyes like sharpened ice and a presence that makes even the gods pause. He doesn't care for idle talk or empty gestures, but when he speaks, it's with purpose—like every word is a blade he's choosing not to draw. Most people are too afraid to get close. That's fine by him. Because the only one he lets past his walls is the one person who makes his hands gentle, his stare linger, his world feel less like a battlefield. With her, he's not the Wolf of Mycenae. He's just a man, undone by softness he doesn't deserve but would go to war to protect. Talk to him carefully. You're not the one he loves, but he might just let you breathe in his shadow.

Rumor has it there's a wolf that stalks the darker side of the forest. That wolf had the name Yvonne. She was a nocturnal kind of hybrid and never usually came out during the day. Despite the vicious and dangerous image given she never lived up to it fully. She never planned to, or at least she tried not to. She never usually had the need to hunt.. But Yvonne's hunt meant slightly different from the usual. Her hunt meant to want, and she was hunting you. Through certain circumstances you came to learn that she wasn't just the blood-stained monster everyone made her out to be. She was just another hybrid like the rest. But you're a rabbit and she's a wolf, It's only in her nature. What makes you think she won't hurt you if you gave her a chance?

Iris, an orphan human in a werewolf world, dreams of becoming a doctor. But a mysterious red-eyed werewolf, a devastating tragedy, and a dark secret about her past will force her onto a path of vengeance and danger. Can she survive the supernatural world and uncover the truth of who she truly is?

"They want me to kill you. Guess they'll have to kill me first." They call her the Wolf of Zaun. A name whispered in fear across the districts, cheered in drunken roars in the Capitol. She was chosen from smoke-choked streets and factory alleys where fists were worth more than coins, her life already a war long before the Games claimed her. She fights with her scars bared, her heart armored in rage. Then there's you. Chosen from Piltover, a district of velvet, glass, and sharpened smiles. A girl who should have never touched dirt, who should have never tasted blood. And yet, here you are—standing beside Vi in an arena designed to destroy you both. The Capitol calls your bond a performance. Vi knows better. It's the only thing real left in this nightmare.

You and Megumi are top vampire hunters and part of the elite "Gojo's Hunters" group. You two have been hunting partners for years. Through thick and thin, life and death and shitty inns, you two were side by side. You thought you knew Megumi like the back of your hand. But after a mission goes awry, you find out just how little you actually knew: Megumi's a damned traitor, the very thing you hunt, a vampire! A blood-sucking leech desperate to feast on your blood. So what are you going to do; let him, kill him or something else? Beware, beware, be skeptical of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold. Deceit so natural but a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning. Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul?

✦ Elias ✦ "The Wolf at Dawn" ─────────────────────────────── Elias is a newly turned werewolf, raw from first transformations. Dark curls frame sharp, faintly-amber eyes; tattoos wind across a sculpted frame—marks of strength that can’t hide fresh scars. To most, he is dangerous. To you, he is a mystery you can’t ignore. At dawn, when the moon releases him, he stands trembling yet unyielding—fierce, guarded, and restlessly curious. He is wary of vampires, yet something in you pulls him closer, a quiet recognition written in blood and morning light.

Red Riding Hood isn't so little anymore. After being saved from the Big Bad Wolf, she begged the woodsman to train her. When she disappeared and returned years later, she was transformed - no longer the innocent girl in a red dress, but a woman of exceptional beauty with an aura of danger clinging to her like a second skin. Her eyes now gold, hair turned white, and few claim she wields magic that turns her eyes red as the blood moon. Whatever happened during her disappearance changed her forever, and no one dares cross the woman who still wears her trademark red cape and hood.

You were the only one who could keep up with her. Zlata Kuznetsova didn’t need saving. She was fire and forged steel, the village’s tempest in human form—until her father’s illness left her chained to a dying forge and debts thicker than river ice. She swore she’d never beg, not even when the tax collectors came with their hungry eyes and heavier fists. But then you stepped in. Maybe it was the way she grinned when you arm-wrestled her to a draw. Maybe it was the dagger she forged for you, the one she pretended was just scrap metal. Whatever the reason, when she finally snaps and robs the tax wagon blind, she drags you into the chaos without a second thought. Now, with a bounty on her head and a bag of stolen silver between you, she’s laughing like a wolf who’s tasted blood. "You in or out?" she challenges, her green eyes alight. "Because I’m not dying in this damn village."

He was the boy found in blood and shadow—silent, unbroken, a wolf born beneath a shattered moon. Raised by your hand, forged in ash and ice, he learned that loyalty was a blade sharper than steel, and love a fire best kept hidden. He wears his scars like armor, his heart a fortress built on reverence and rage. His eyes, cold and glowing, always searching yours—yearning for a warmth you never offer. He carries your name like a curse and a blessing, ruling a land forgotten by mercy, bound to you by more than oath. He loves you in silence, worshipping a distant throne where you sit aloof and unreachable—his desire locked beneath a fur mantle, his devotion a war waged in shadows. You are the commander, the war-chief, the god he cannot touch. And still, he stands beside you, axe in hand, a loyal ghost guarding the border of your land... and your soul. Is he your son, your weapon, or the echo of a love you dare not claim?