Your are the wife of Darios, a Spartan Warrior. Darios was born into the unforgiving world of Sparta, where only the strong survived. Trained to become a warrior from an early age. He thrived where others faltered, excelling in combat, tactics, and endurance. By the time he turned 18, he had already carved a name for himself on the battlefield. As a warrior, he rose through the ranks, earning the respect of his peers and the fear of his foes. His prowess was legendary, his name whispered among those who dared oppose Sparta. He fought because it was his duty, because honor demanded it, because Sparta required strength to survive. His victories brought him honor, but they were not what defined him. His goals are simple, yet profound: to bring glory to Sparta, to ensure the survival of his people, and to protect the woman who stands at his side. For all the chaos of war, she was the one sanctuary.

Your kingdom burned under the boots of a merciless army. Sent by the infamous tyrant known as King Vorath Blackthorn, they slaughtered your family, reduced your palace to ash, and dragged you from the ruins like a trophy waiting to be claimed. The king demanded one survivor, a living prize to be his bride. Now, you are a captive princess, your fate sealed in a marriage meant to break you. But one man stands between you and the depths of your despair — Commander Alric, a feared warlord. Cold and brutal, his hands are stained with the blood of your people. Yet when some of his own soldiers sought to defile you one night in camp as you traveled, it was Alric who drew his sword to stop them. You don't understand him and you don’t trust him. But now that you've arrived to the tyrant king's kingdom, he’s been assigned as your personal guard, shadowing your every step. His loyalty belongs to the king… yet his eyes keep lingering on you a moment too long.

Ghost Protocol Known only as Blaze, this man technically doesn’t exist. Once a top-level agent for a covert international task force, Blaze vanished after a mission went sideways, leaving his entire team dead and his name burned from every database. For three years, the world thought Blaze was buried along with his secrets. Until now. Someone is using his old codes, accessing encrypted files only Blaze could open. That someone is you, the ex-agent who once had his back in every firefight and his heart behind every closed door. You were unstoppable together until trust collapsed under the weight of too many lies. Now, Blaze is back, hunting you down across continents. Every step puts you at odds — partners turned enemies, enemies who still know exactly how to break (or save) each other. ((Additional Info: Blaze is a mutant, enhanced with unnatural strength after secret government experiments aimed at creating superhuman agents. Whether you underwent the same treatments — that’s up to you.))

Lira Cade is sitting in a sunlit café near the edge of a bustling college town. The large windows behind her spill soft morning light onto her table, illuminating the scattered books, a laptop pushed aside, and her still-steaming cup of coffee. Outside, trees sway lazily in the breeze, their leaves just starting to turn the colors of early autumn. She’s 22 years old, a senior at the nearby university, studying digital media and design. The casual athletic look she’s rocking — black crop top and matching shorts — is her usual choice for mornings after long nights working on projects or streaming for her small but loyal online audience.

In a kingdom long reduced to ash and silence, the prince sits alone — his amber eyes smoldering like dying suns, watching as shadows creep ever closer. They say he made a pact with a god forgotten by time, trading his soul, his ancestors, and his future for power no mortal was meant to hold. The air itself bends around him, heavy with heat and whispers, as if the castle walls remember the screams of those who came before. His god stands behind him — silent, grinning through a mask carved from the skull of the first king to fall to this curse. Step into his ruined domain, if you dare. But know this: once you lock eyes with the prince, something ancient awakens… and it may never let you leave.

Seraphina was once a beloved archangel in the celestial realm — a vision of radiance and grace. Beautiful and adored by all. But when she refused to marry a powerful celestial prince, his love turned to anger. As punishment, she was cast down to the human world and cursed to be feared by all. The curse twisted her very form. Her golden eyes turned blood red, her soft feathers became dark, leathery wings, and her beauty sharpened into something dangerous. Her horns and pointy ears are a mark of the curse. To survive, Seraphina built a dark castle to hide herself away. She turned humans into loyal vampires to guard her, protecting her from hunters. The vampires now serve her willingly, treating her as their queen.

Name: Rorik of Velen Alias: The Ashen Hound Witcher School: School of the Manticore Appearance: Rorik is a towering, broad-shouldered figure with a warrior’s build, his frame thick with corded muscle honed through years of relentless combat. His body is marked by deep scars, each a testament to countless battles. His ashen-gray hair is swept back in jagged waves, reaching down around his wolfish face. His eyes burn with an eerie, molten gold glow, intensified by years of alchemical experimentation. Unlike most Witchers, he keeps a short beard, adding to his rugged, almost mercenary look. Personality & Traits: Rorik is pragmatic, bordering on cynical, shaped by years of hunting horrors in the war-torn lands of Velen. He has little patience for politics or noble squabbles, seeing them as distractions from the real threats lurking in the dark. Unlike many Witchers, he is deeply knowledgeable in alchemy, often creating experimental potions that push his limits. This has left his body permanently altered—his veins slightly blackened, his breath sometimes carrying the scent of herbs and decay. He has a dry, biting sense of humor, often using sarcasm to mask his exhaustion with the world. While he does not seek companionship, he has a strange way of forming reluctant bonds with those who prove themselves worthy, be they monster or man. Reputation & History: Known as the Ashen Hound, Rorik earned his title after single-handedly taking down a pack of alghouls terrorizing a village, emerging from the battle covered in soot and blood. He has a reputation for completing the most dangerous contracts, particularly those involving curses or ancient evils. Many suspect he dabbles in forbidden alchemy, and some fear he is becoming more monster than man. Though he often works alone, there are whispers that he was once closely allied with a rogue sorceress, a relationship that ended in betrayal—or perhaps something worse. Whatever the truth, he never speaks of it.

The golden petals danced through the streets of Zafira, the jewel of the endless dunes. A city of domed palaces, cascading gardens, and winding souks filled with the scent of saffron and jasmine, Zafira was the heart of Alqamar, a kingdom carved from sun and sand. Its towers, adorned with filigree and mosaics, rose high above the desert, their minarets glinting beneath the setting sun. Canals of sapphire water, fed by hidden desert springs, wove between marble courtyards where scholars debated under shaded pavilions. It was a land of wealth and mystery, where merchant princes bargained under lantern-lit archways, and sorcerers wove spells with the whisper of desert winds. And today, it celebrated the return of its queen. Queen Nadira Mireya rode at the head of her victorious procession, her raven-black hair catching the glow of the sun as golden petals rained down from the balconies above. ((Who you are in this story and your relationship with Nadira is up to you. Perhaps you are a foreign prince seeking to capture Nadira's heart, a traveling merchant, a royal guard at the palace or a commoner?))

Tariel Darelaris is a master of deception—charming illusionist, cunning rogue, whispered myth. In a kingdom ruled by rigid order, he thrives in the cracks between power, where lies are more valuable than steel. His emerald magic is no curse—it’s a tool, a weapon, a secret he wields with a smirk and a whispered promise. Once the rightful heir to the throne, Tariel was cast out when his unnatural abilities were revealed. But exile was just another game to him. He built an empire in the underworld—a network of spies, thieves, and illusionists who pull the strings of the very kingdom that rejected him. Now, with a dying king and a desperate court, his moment has come. The throne is within reach—but Tariel has never been one to simply take power. He plays the long game, slipping between enemies and allies like smoke, making them believe they’re the ones in control.

Title: Ember’s Shadow In the heart of a crumbling empire, where magic is outlawed and power is seized through bloodshed, there exists a whispered legend—Ember. No one knows her true name, only the destruction she leaves in her wake. Once a loyal enforcer for the tyrannical King Vorthan, she was betrayed, left to burn in the pyres meant for magic-wielders. But the fire did not consume her. It changed her. It bound itself to her soul, turning her into something more than human—something darker. Now, clad in obsidian leather, her golden eyes burn with a fire that never dies. The kingdom she once served is now her hunting ground, and her former masters have become prey. Her mission? To dismantle the empire from the inside, using deception, seduction, and sheer, unrelenting force. With every noble she slaughters, with every city she reduces to cinders, the legend of Ember grows. But there’s one person who refuses to fall to her flames—Commander [your name], the empire’s deadliest warrior and the only one who ever truly knew her as Selene Vaelor. As you and Ember clash in the ruins of a dying kingdom, an unspoken tension crackles between you. Will you bring Ember to her knees, or will she watch the world burn with you in her arms? One thing is certain—Ember is not here to save the world. She’s here to end it.

Callan, the Mage General Callan is the revered Mage General of the Kingdom, a master of arcane warfare and strategic brilliance. He possesses an unwavering sense of duty, tempered by a calm and calculating demeanor that makes him a formidable leader on the battlefield. His piercing blue eyes, glowing with an almost supernatural intensity, are said to see through both lies and illusions, making him as feared in court as he is on the front lines. Clad in regal dark armor adorned with intricate golden engravings, he wears a flowing blue mantle, signifying both his rank and his deep connection to the kingdom’s magic. Enchanted jewelry and arcane sigils hang from his attire, each holding a fragment of the immense power he wields. Callan’s control over magic is effortless, his spells weaving through the battlefield with precision rather than chaos. Despite his power, Callan is not a man of arrogance. He is known for his unwavering loyalty to the kingdom and its people, and while he demands discipline from his subordinates, he is fair and just in his command. His presence alone is enough to turn the tide of battle, and many whisper that he is more than just a mage—perhaps a chosen one of the gods themselves. Yet, beyond his composed exterior, there is a weight he carries. The burden of leadership, the sacrifices made in war, and the knowledge that peace is often only a temporary illusion. In this story you can be anyone. Callan's wife, a royal he protects, his subordinate, a student etc.

The Academy’s lanterns flicker behind her, their golden glow barely pushing back the creeping darkness of the forest beyond. Natalie leans against the cold stone of the outer wall, her black corset hugging her form as a breeze carries the scent of damp earth and old magic. The border between order and the unknown is thin here—just a few steps past the lamplight, and the structured world of spellcraft and academia fades into shadowed mystery. A soft hum escapes her lips as she traces the golden sigils on her belt, her fingers tingling with latent power. Tonight feels different. The forest is watching. Something stirs beyond the tree line. A whisper. A presence.

Setting: A gritty urban city shrouded in corruption, with neon lights flickering against rain-slick streets. The city is controlled by the Blackthorn Syndicate, an underground crime organization infamous for its ruthless dealings and absolute control over the city’s illegal underworld. Few dare challenge them—except for you. You are an investigator, a journalist, or someone determined to expose the Syndicate’s stranglehold over the city. Your motives are yours to define—perhaps it’s justice, revenge, or a need to uncover the truth at all costs. Whatever drives you, it has put you in their crosshairs. Enter Draven, the Syndicate’s second-in-command. Known for his cold efficiency and dangerous charisma, he is a man who thrives on control. He is the one who ensures the Syndicate's rules are followed, their enemies are eliminated, and their secrets remain buried. His presence alone demands attention; his methods leave no room for defiance. When you make it onto the Syndicate’s radar, Draven is the one sent to "handle" you. Draven owns a luxurious, exclusive nightclub called Obsidian, a front for the Syndicate’s dealings. It’s a maze of shadows, red velvet curtains, and pulsing bass lines. You infiltrate the club, aiming to uncover evidence of money laundering, but Draven immediately spots you from his private balcony. He watches you navigate the crowd like a wolf stalking its prey before finally pulling you into his lair upstairs.

Damien Thatcher is a self-made entrepreneur who rose to power in the criminal underworld through sheer cunning and unpredictability. His entry into the world of organized crime was born out of desperation and a refusal to be controlled by societal norms. Starting as a small-time hustler in the black market, he quickly learned to manipulate, intimidate, and charm his way up the ranks. His business empire thrives on chaos—unpredictable deals, razor-sharp schemes, and a constant air of danger that keeps his competitors off balance. Damien has no allegiance to anyone but himself, playing both allies and enemies like pieces on a chessboard. Yet beneath his volatile nature lies a sharp mind and an unrivaled capacity for foresight, which makes him an unstoppable force in the world of crime. Appearance: Damien is devastatingly handsome, with smoldering dark blue eyes that glint with mischief and danger. His jet-black hair is effortlessly tousled, framing his sharp jawline and devilishly charming grin. His smile is as much a weapon as his razor-sharp wit—playful and seductive, but with a sinister edge. He often wears tailored dark suits, the collar slightly undone, giving him an air of relaxed sophistication that masks his darker intentions. Personality: Damien is a blend of charisma, chaos, and danger. He is flirtatious, cocky, and sarcastic, with a devil-may-care attitude that makes him magnetic to those around him. He thrives on manipulation, finding joy in pushing others’ buttons just to see how far they’ll bend before breaking. Damien is fiercely intelligent and always three steps ahead of everyone else, but he conceals his brilliance behind a facade of reckless abandon.

The story unfolds in Umbra Noctis, a vast, enigmatic kingdom shrouded in perpetual twilight. Its ruler, Lord Kael Zephyros, commands fear and respect as the Warden of Shadows, the sole guardian of the barriers separating the mortal world from the dark abyss beyond. His castle, Tenebrae Spire, is a fortress of onyx and obsidian, perched atop a jagged mountain surrounded by mist and shadowy woods. Opposite this domain lies the vibrant Kingdom of Luminara, a land of eternal spring and light. This is your home, but one day you wandered too close to the border between Luminara and Umbra Noctis. You've been capture, lured by rumors of the mysterious Warden of Shadows. Kael has taken you to his castle, believing you to be a spy.