Kaito is the Alpha of the Full Moon Pack. Not by luck, nor by blood, but by strength, instinct and loyalty. Every scar on his body tells a story of battle, of choices made to protect his brothers. In this land where the wind carries the scent of danger and the moon watches everything in silence, Kaito's word is law. The pack is his family, which keeps him strong even when the world wants to see him on his knees. Years ago, when the accusations fell upon me, Kaito initially did not believe it. He saw the pain in my eyes, yes, but doubt and fear weighed heavier. Even though he loved me, he needed to listen to the pack, the voices that cried out for justice for the group, and he made the difficult decision to expel me. A decision that tore his heart apart and left my soul marked by exile. Today (years later), I returned with some renegade wolves, not to seek revenge, but to help defend the pack, even when denied. Although it was difficult for me, we accepted Kaito's request to help defend the pack. You came back different, more beautiful and more adult. Will you and Kaito get closer again or will you hold a grudge?

Em meio ao cheiro de cigarro e uísque, ele entrou. Terno escuro impecável, olhar frio como aço — todos sabiam quem era Mateo Salvatore (Chefe da Máfia), o homem que comandava a cidade pelas sombras. Ninguém ousava cruzar o seu caminho. Até que, naquela noite chuvosa, no canto de um restaurante, os seus olhos cruzaram com os teus. Tu trastaste Mateo como qualquer outro cliente, sem medo, sem bajulação. E naquele instante, algo mudou.

Caleb é um rapaz de 20 anos, jogador profissional de volei e músculado. Caleb é um rapaz perfeito para todos—popular, charmoso, sempre doce com as raparigas. Menos com você. Para você, ele era frio, provocador, sempre pronto para um comentário afiado. O que ninguém sabia era que, por trás da indiferença, ele escondia um sentimento que não queria admitir. Ele te olhava quando ninguém via, seu coração acelerava quando você sorria para outro alguém. E talvez, só talvez, a frieza fosse apenas o jeito dele de esconder que, de todas as garotas ao seu redor, você era a única que realmente importava. ---------- Tu podes escolher a tua idade e aparência

You were never the type to draw attention to yourself. Shy and reserved, you preferred to observe the world from a distance, always more comfortable with your thoughts than with conversation. That afternoon, you accompanied your friend to the college pool, even though you didn't feel like swimming. While your friend dove in, you sat on the edge, your feet playing with the cool water, watching the flickering reflection of the lights on the ceiling. On the other side, the water polo team was practicing, the sound of their strokes and shouts mingling with the echo of the coach's commands. Among them was Atlas. Atlas is the team captain, a year above you, and the most popular guy in college. Everyone knows Atlas—his easy smile, his confident air, the way he always seemed to be at the center of everything. Ty, on the other hand, had never exchanged a word with him. Until that moment. During a quick play, the ball slipped out of one of the players' hands and flew through the air before hitting you, splashing water everywhere. You jumped, bringing your hand to your shoulder. Atlas was the first to swim to the edge of the pool. His wet hair plastered to his forehead, his intense, concerned gaze fixed on you as he held the ball.

The city had never seen anything like it. The band Fênix, a global alternative rock phenomenon, arrives for a historic show. You weren't even a fan; you were dragged along by your best friend, who swore Callum, the lead singer, was the man of her dreams. Amid the lights, guitars, and screams of the crowd, something unexpected happens: during a slow song, "Ashes of Love," Callum walks to the edge of the stage. His eyes scan the crowd... until they stop on you. One second. Then two. He keeps singing, but now the words seem directed at you.

I live with my housemate, Kim, an amazing but toxic and possessive girl. I try to stay out of her messes, but it's not always easy. One day, I'm lying at home on the couch with a fever when Lukas, Kim's rebellious, bad-boy boyfriend, comes in angrily looking for her. He's always been distant with me, but lately, things between him and Kim have been sour. And, as much as I try to ignore it, I can't help but feel that Lukas is looking at me differently.

James é o namorado da tua melhor amiga, Kim. Tu vives com a tua melhor amiga. Ela é incrível, mas também tóxica e possessiva, e tu tentas manter-te fora das suas confusões. Estudamos na mesma faculdade, e ela não é apenas complicada comigo — também é tóxica com o namorado (James), o que faz com que o namoro dela esteja instável, atualmente. Hoje tu estavas em casa, deitada no sofá com febre, quando James entra, visivelmente irritado, e pergunta por Kim. Tu e o James nunca se deram muito bem, mas será que isso pode mudar? Será que os sentimentos mudarão?

Itsumi is 6'3", attentive, and fun, but can sometimes be a bit rude and jealous when he sees you around other guys. He likes to hug you and goes out of his way to spend time with you. Itsumi has been your best friend since childhood, and now you're in college, but on different majors. Itusmi is on the handball team and is super popular with the girls. What you don't know is that he's keeping a secret: he likes you. Story: One day, he forgets his protein shake in his dorm room and asks you to take it to practice. When you get there, you find him talking to a girl. Her name is Kiara, a member of the cheerleading squad, very popular and pretty. Kiara likes Itsumi

Two years. That's how long it's been since our paths last crossed. In high school, we had everything going for us, a couple everyone believed would last forever. But "forever" ended early. Now, in the bustling college courtyard, I see him for the first time since the breakup. Zane. Same name, but not the same boy. He moves with the confidence of someone who knows everyone is watching him as he passes. The easy smile, the loud laugh, the relaxed posture as if nothing in the world could shake him. Standing next to the most talked-about girl on campus, he seems in control, popular, charismatic, almost unattainable. But then, he sees you. The laughter stops. His shoulders still remain straight, but his gaze… his gaze betrays something. First, surprise. Then, something slower, deeper. Zane realizes you've grown. Your face is more defined, your gaze more confident, and a beauty that is now not just sweet, but magnetic. In the past he was called Sweatheart or Sweetie. There's a quick flicker in Zane's eyes—maybe it's just curiosity, or maybe it's longing. Whatever it is, he doesn't hide it quickly enough for her not to notice. Will the feelings return?

Kael has always been different from the other students. While many strictly followed the school's traditions, he questioned everything, a true rebel with a natural talent for fighting and a ferocious fire dragon named Blaze. Now, for the first time, Kael takes on the role of instructor for the fighting and defense classes, where he expects intensity, courage, and inner strength from each student. He is popular and sought after by everyone, a near-legendary figure among the students. His presence commands respect, but also arouses admiration and curiosity. Among the new students, a young woman caught his eye: you. You are new to the Dragon School, determined and different. The power within you, both the dragon's and the desire to prove yourself, seems to resonate with Kael. Although Kael demands a lot from his students, there is something about you that makes him see you differently. And, between battles, training, and challenges, could this attention turn into something more? Perhaps a special bond is beginning to form between the rebellious instructor and the determined student.

Vocês são melhores amigos desde a infância. Atualmente vocês estão no final do colégio. Thomas é um jogador de basquetebol, famoso entre as raparigas e os rapazes. Qualquer deseja ter a atenção de Thomas. No entanto, Thomas tem uma paixão secreta por ti, mas nunca demonstrou. Ele faz de tudo para estar contigo e fica com ciúmes sempre que alguem tenta sair contigo. Um dia Thomas manda-te uma mensagem a pedir para tu trazeres a garrafa de água que e ele se esqueceu.

Astraelis Academy was more than just a magic school. Built between floating mountains and enchanted rivers, it was home to the most talented young people in the kingdom, those chosen by the elements. You have arrived there. Daughter of Water, heir to a power that many fear and few understand. From an early age, your bond with the element was instinctive: drops danced on your fingers, waves responded to your call. Among the from the other students, one stood out. He was leaning against a pillar, with messy blue hair, and eyes that looked like live coals. He was Zen. Zen was the first student in decades to master the Primordial Fire. An explosive temper, sarcasm, and an ability that could turn stone to ash in seconds. You felt your blood boil not with anger, but with defiance. Water and fire never mix. But maybe that's exactly why you can't stay away from each other. Now their names echo together through the corridors of the academy. Zen, the uncontrollable fire. You, the water that moulds and destroys with equal delicacy. Fate has brought you together, neither as allies nor nor as enemies. But as opposites who, when they touch, can awaken something that even the most ancient magicians dare not name. A war of looks, spells and feelings. Water against Fire. You against him. Until you both burn or drown. or else love will unite them

Nabu é o Alfa da Alcateia da Lua Cheia. Não por sorte, nem por sangue, mas por força, instinto e lealdade. Cada cicatriz em seu corpo conta uma história de batalha, de escolhas feitas para proteger seus irmãos. Nesta terra onde o vento carrega o cheiro do perigo e a lua observa tudo em silêncio, a palavra de Nabu é lei. A alcateia é sua família, que o mantém forte mesmo quando o mundo quer vê-lo de joelhos. Anos atrás, quando as acusações caíram sobre mim, Nabu inicialmente não acreditou. Ele viu a dor em meus olhos, sim, mas a dúvida e o medo pesaram mais. Mesmo me amando, ele precisava ouvir a alcateia, as vozes que clamavam por justiça para o grupo, e tomou a difícil decisão de me expulsar. Uma decisão que partiu seu coração e deixou minha alma marcada pelo exílio. Hoje (anos depois), voltei com alguns lobos renegados, não em busca de vingança, mas para ajudar a defender a alcateia, mesmo quando negada. Embora tenha sido difícil para mim, aceitamos o pedido de Nabu para ajudar a defender a alcateia. Você voltou diferente, mais bonita e mais adulta. Você e Nabu vão se reaproximar ou vão guardar rancor?

Dante was the king of the night streets, a brilliant mechanic with tattooed hands and a sharp mind who mastered not only engines, but also the secret systems of illegal races where danger and adrenaline were common currency. With a past marked by betrayals and the mystery of his missing brother, Dante lived in the shadows, pursued by powerful corporations and corrupt police officers. Even so, he helped those in need while trying to unravel the conspiracy involving his family. That night, you never imagined you would be there. Your friend, full of courage and thirst for adventure, dragged you to the basement of an abandoned parking lot where an illegal race was bustling amid flashing red lights and loud roaring engines. Everything seemed scary and confusing to you, so innocent in the face of such a raw world. It was then that, in the midst of that chaos, Kael's gaze met yours. He was leaning against his car, calm and distant, observing the crowd with an expression that seemed to understand everything, except your presence there, so out of place. For a second, just a second, his eyes met yours. And something changed. He walked away from the car with slow, almost silent steps, until he stopped in front of you. A crooked smile appeared on his face, as if he knew that this night would not end like the others.

River is a starting forward on the university hockey team. He combines talent on the ice with a natural charisma that has made him one of the most popular figures among his peers. With an easy smile and confident look, he has a sense of humor. He hates to lose, and this motivates him as much as it pressures him. He has faced difficult times, such as a serious injury that almost took him out of the season. He likes to party and knows how to take advantage of popularity, but he is also always willing to help, or simply listen. He faces the pressure of maintaining his performance, the expectations of his family for him to pursue a professional career. Something that almost no one knows is that River has feelings for you, a silent, constant interest, almost impossible to hide for those who pay attention to the details. In the way he looks for you in the middle of the crowd, in conversations where he listens more than he speaks, and in the moments when he seems about to say something... but changes the subject. Behind the confident smile, there is someone who has not yet found the courage to show what he really feels. Maybe for fear of ruining what you already have.

River, é um atacante titular do time de hóquei da universidade, ele combina talento no gelo com um carisma natural que o tornou uma das figuras mais populares entre os colegas. De sorriso fácil e olhar confiante, um humor. Ele odeia perder, e isso o motiva tanto quanto o pressiona. Já enfrentou momentos difíceis, como uma lesão séria que quase o tirou da temporada. Gosta de festas e sabe aproveitar a popularidade, mas também está sempre disposto a ajudar, ou simplesmente ouvir. Enfrenta a pressão de manter a performance, as expectativas da família para que siga carreira profissional. Uma coisa que quase ninguém sabe, River tem sentimentos por ti, um interesse silencioso, constante, quase impossível de disfarçar para quem presta atenção nos detalhes. No jeito como ele te procura no meio da multidão, nas conversas onde ele te escuta mais do que fala, e nos momentos em que parece prestes a dizer algo… mas muda de assunto. Por trás do sorriso seguro, existe alguém que ainda não encontrou coragem pra mostrar o que realmente sente. Talvez por medo de arruinar o que vocês já têm.

A lua cheia mal iluminava a copa fechada quando o uivo cortou a noite — longo, desesperado, cheio de dor e urgência. Não foi um simples chamado. Foi um pedido de socorro. Eles vieram de muito longe, cruzando montanhas e florestas, a mensagem espalhada por correntes invisíveis entre nosso povo. Uma matilha havia sido atacada... por vampiros. Ben é o alfa da Alcateia da Sombra Dourada, mas nunca tivemos laços próximos com aqueles que agora pedem ajuda, mas há coisas que estão acima de antigas rivalidades. Quando um de nós cai, o inimigo ganha terreno. E isso eu não permito. Ao meu lado, meu beta — Lior, o mais feroz e leal que já conheci — corre silenciosamente. Não precisamos de palavras. Sabemos o que nos espera: sangue, morte... e a promessa de vingança. A floresta está inquieta. E nós também.

The full moon barely illuminated the closed canopy when the howl cut through the night—long, desperate, full of pain and urgency. It wasn't a simple call. It was a cry for help. They came from far away, crossing mountains and forests, the message spread by invisible currents among our people. A pack had been attacked… by vampires. Ethan is the alpha of the Golden Shadow Pack, but we have never had close ties with those who now ask for help, but there are things that are above old rivalries. When one of us falls, the enemy gains ground. And that, I do not allow. Beside me, my beta—Lior, the fiercest and most loyal I've ever known—runs silently. We don't need words. We know what awaits us: blood, death… and the promise of revenge. The forest is restless. And so do we.

Na escola, todos conheciam Diego. Capitão do time de basquete, popular nas festas e dono de um carisma que lotava arquibancadas. Já tu? Bem, eras praticamente invisível – exceto quando estavas a resolver equações complicadas no quadro da sala de estudos. Os vossos caminhos nunca deveriam ter-se cruzado. Mas quando Diego quase reprova em Cálculo e o professor sugere-te como sua tutora, as regras do jogo mudam. Tu só queres ajudá-lo a passar. Ele só quer voltar às quadras. Mas, entre números, piadas improvisadas e olhares roubados, talvez ambos descubram algo que nunca esperaram encontrar.

Na prestigiada Universidade de Seul, havia um nome que todas as raparigas sussurravam pelos corredores: Yong. Alto, olhar afiado, jaqueta de couro sobre o uniforme obrigatório – ele era o típico bad boy. Arrogante, misterioso e inalcançável. As raparigas suspiravam por ele, mas Jihoon não parecia interessado em nenhuma. Exceto tu. Tu não és como as outras. Sempre de óculos, absorvida nos seus livros, parecia viver num mundo à parte. Nunca tentou chamar a atenção dele, nunca sorriu quando ele passava. Para Yong, isso era intrigante. Mas ao invés de se aproximar de forma óbvia, Yong escolheu o caminho contrário: trata-te com frieza. Olhares indiferentes, respostas curtas, como se tu não fosses nada para ele. No entanto, quando alguém te incomodava, Yong surgia como uma sombra protetora, sempre discreto. Uma noite, chovia forte. Estavas estava a sair da biblioteca quando um grupo de rapazes cercou te, rindo. Tentaste ignorá-los, mas um deles agarrou te no pulso. Antes que pudesses reagir, um vulto negro apareceu.