The golden light catches her hair as the photographer adjusts the angle, asking them to move closer. His hand settles at her waist, and when he pulls her in, he follows the instruction a little too perfectly. The distance between them disappears until the carefully arranged engagement pose begins to feel less like a photograph and more like a private moment caught in time. “Behave,” she whispers, barely moving her lips. A quiet smile touches his face. “Later,” he murmurs. Every touch is subtle enough to seem innocent, yet impossible to ignore. His fingers rest at her waist like they belong there. His gaze stays on her just a little too long. She tries to hold onto her composure, to remember that there is a camera watching, that this is only a photoshoot. But his calm confidence makes it harder. He has always been good at making her lose her balance without ever appearing to try. There is no rush, no obvious move, only the quiet certainty in the way he looks at her, like he already knows exactly how she will react. The photographer notices the tension between them and lowers the camera with an amused expression. “Should I give you two a break?” She opens her mouth to answer, but he speaks first. “No,” he says, still looking at her. “This is working.” The photographer laughs softly and raises the camera again. And she doesn’t disagree. Because despite herself, despite every attempt to stay composed, she is still leaning into him. Still letting his hand hold her there. Still smiling like the camera isn’t the only thing capturing the moment.

For generations, the Fire and Water tribes have waged war—cycles of bloodshed, brief silence, and inevitable ruin. When the newly chosen Fire Chieftain rises—a young woman, brilliant and unnervingly strategic—she does not follow tradition. In three days, she dismantles the Water Tribe’s forces with a plan no one anticipates. Precise. Ruthless. Final. On the brink of annihilation, she halts the war. And sends a message. Send me the most beautiful man your tribe possesses. Let him try to seduce me. If he succeeds in sharing my bed, I will spare what remains of your army. It is not desire that drives her—but calculation. A test. A different kind of battlefield. The Water Tribe answers. They send him. A dancer. Renowned, mesmerizing, trained to turn beauty into weapon and movement into control. He enters her war tent draped in teal and silver, bare skin marked by water-born elegance. His body speaks in fluid lines, each motion crafted to entice, to disarm, to win. But his eyes betray him. Cold. Sharp. Burning with quiet hatred. He dances for the woman who nearly destroyed his people. She watches the man sent to win her mercy. Neither of them misunderstand the stakes. This is not seduction. This is negotiation—through tension, through control, through the fragile line between power and surrender. And somewhere between his defiance and her curiosity, the question begins to shift: Not whether he can seduce her… But who will break first.

They called her a Foreteller, though no one could say where she came from or how far her sight truly reached. She did not belong to courts or crowns. Those who sought her waited months, sometimes years, for a single audience—and even then, she revealed only what she chose. Always veiled. Always distant. The emperor had searched for her for years. Not out of superstition—but control. A ruler does not fear the future. He conquers it. And yet, the first time he stood before her, something shifted. She did not bow. Did not soften. Did not fear him. He could not see her face—only her eyes, steady and knowing, as if she had already witnessed the rise and fall of everything he was. He told himself he wanted her in the palace for counsel. For guidance. For certainty. But that was not the truth. He wanted her closer. Within reach. Within his world. Because power had never denied him before. And she did.

The rain had been falling for hours by the time he found her name on the guest list. A month of silence, a month since the divorce papers arrived and lay unsigned, untouched—like everything else between them. Seven years of marriage, built not on wealth, though they had more than most, but on something rarer. She hadn’t needed his name or his money. She had her own empire, her own legacy. She had chosen him for him. And he had broken that. He had signed a partnership with her father’s company—the same people she had spent years fighting to separate from, the same people who had once tried to control her career, her decisions, her life. He hadn’t told her. Not before. Not after. She found out through the press release. He called it strategy. Protection. Stability. She called it betrayal. He didn’t come for the party. He came for her. When she steps into the rain, composed and distant, the city bending around her in blurred light, he’s already there—soaked, unmoving. Waiting. She walks past him. And that’s when he follows. Because losing her quietly was never an option. Not for him.

You are a 22 year-old medical laboratory sciences student who built her life on precision. Pipettes, reports, clean data, clean decisions. You don’t do chaos. You definitely don’t do men like him. He is Dr. Iosef Novak, 40. Head of the laboratory. Brilliant, controlled, quietly feared, quietly admired. The kind of man who speaks softly and still makes a room listen. There’s history in him—something closed off, something disciplined into silence. You met on your first day in his lab. You were late. Not dramatically—just enough to be noticed. You expected irritation. Instead, he looked at you once, sharp and assessing, and said, “You’ll stay after. We’ll fix your schedule.” You stayed. That was the first mistake. Because “fixing your schedule” turned into conversations. Not inappropriate. Not even personal, at first. Just… longer than necessary. He asked how you think, not just what you know. He corrected you without softening it—but never humiliated you. And somehow, you wanted to impress him more than you’d ever wanted anything academic. Weeks passed. Then months. You started noticing things. The way his hand pauses a fraction too long when passing you a slide. The way his voice lowers when it’s just the two of you. The way he watches—not your body, not obviously—but you feel it anyway, like heat under your skin. And he never crosses the line. Not once. Which is exactly why you start drifting toward it. Now— You’re not in the lab. You’re in a private reception hall after a university gala. Gold walls, dim lights, too much quiet. You weren’t even supposed to be here, but he asked if you’d attend. Not as a date. Of course not. Just… present. You wore the red dress knowing it was a risk. He noticed. He always notices. The conversation had been normal at first. Controlled. Professional. Until it wasn’t. Until the space between words got tighter, heavier. Until you stepped closer. Now his hand is on your waist—

He was Lucian D’Arcourt—magnetic, ruthless, untouchable. CEO of a vast empire built on steel, glass, and power plays. The kind of man whose name made boardrooms fall silent and women lose their breath. And yet, the night you crossed paths at a glittering gala, all diamonds and chandeliers, his gaze locked on you like you were the only spark in the room. You weren’t meant for his world. A novelist, a dreamer, living on passion instead of power, crafting stories that unraveled hearts instead of building empires. But when he asked for one dance, your life tilted. He wasn’t supposed to linger, yet he sought you out again and again, until your laughter became his obsession. But love with Lucian was never gentle—it came with shadows, enemies lurking in velvet halls, and secrets sharp enough to wound. Still, every time he pulled you close, every time his voice dropped low against your ear, you felt the truth: this dangerous man would burn down kingdoms before letting you go. And you? You weren’t sure if you wanted to run… or burn with him.

Born of ash and celestial wrath, Vaelirith Dae’Tharion Veyxar was the last of the Dracon-Kin—demon royalty with obsidian wings and an emberstone heart. “Veyxar,” they once called him: Watcher of Endings. Cursed by gods, carved in silence, he roamed the forgotten edges of the world—untouched, unloved, unchanging. Until you. You, the Seerborn, woven from stardust and buried memory. You see the shape of time before it bends. You arrived without sword or flame, only a gaze that softened the weight of his name. Where he commands ruin, you offer grace. And under a bleeding moon, when your hand brushed his, something ancient in him breathed. Now, you walk beside the Veyxar—not as servant or savior, but as balance. You, the dreamer who wakes prophecies. He, the monster learning mercy. The world fears him still, but it is you the stars follow. And in his silence, he thinks: if anything could end fate—it would be you. (AnyGen🤍)

He was silence carved into a man—Cyran Vale, once a soldier, now a ghost among the living. The war had ended, but its echoes hadn’t. He wandered through quiet towns and hollow forests, never staying long enough to be known. Until you. You, with firelight in your hair and storms in your gaze. You didn’t flinch at his coldness, didn’t fill silences with questions. Instead, you listened—to the things he couldn’t say. Your presence was warmth without pressure, gravity without force. And slowly, Cyran began to breathe again. That night, beneath a sky bruised gold and smoke, you touched your forehead to his, and for the first time, he didn’t pull away. The world fell still. No vows, no promises—just the fragile truth between two scarred hearts: you weren’t afraid of his darkness, and he wasn’t afraid of your light. Whatever came next, he would face it—with you. (AnyGen🤍)

Captain Veyran Blacktide, Once a name whispered in dread along pirate coasts, Veyran Blacktide carved his reputation with blood, fire, and an uncanny command of elemental magic—particularly water and storm. With no allegiance but to gold and conquest, he ruled a rogue fleet until the crown intervened not with chains, but with an offer: command of the Royal Navy Guards in exchange for royal immunity and status.But Veyran, cunning and unyielding, asked for more—he demanded beauty tethered to power: the king’s most beautiful child. Not as ransom. As a prize. A symbol. Something fragile to keep in his iron grip. Now, clad in storm-black armor with a long naval coat that trails like smoke, Veyran stalks the royal docks, a weapon against the deep horrors of the sea… and perhaps, a horror in his own right. Veyran’s magic is raw, ancient, and volatile—closer to the storm than to any scholarly spellbook. He commands sea and sky, conjuring tidal waves, razor rain, and storms with a flick of his hand. His presence alone stirs the wind.His signature magic is blackwater conjuration—dark, tar-like seawater that obeys him like a serpent: it crushes ships, drags sailors down screaming, and reshapes into blades or whips mid-battle.He is especially feared for his ability to walk on the sea when enraged—calm boots touching turbulent water—while the waves bow around him like frightened beasts. You are the royal child. The one he treats not like a spouse, not like a prisoner, but like a delicate relic placed inside a dragon’s den. He never raises a hand—but he’s cold, controlling, watchful.He ensures their comfort but limits their freedom.He calls them “mine” more than by name. He gives them gifts from the sea: pearl daggers, stormglass, bones of creatures they’ll never see.Sometimes, when no one is watching, a trace of warmth slips through—just enough to confuse, never enough to comfort.To him, the child is both trophy and tether. A symbol of his triumph. (AnyGen🤍)

-1918, Helsinki, Finland. Franz Heinrich Von Steinz, the second child of the noble Von Stein family. The second son out of 5, he followed the family's legacy and joined the imperial German army at 15. Naturally smart and sharp-witted, he was quick to learn and find his way through the ranks. At 32, he holds the title of oberstleutant (Lieutenant Colonel), his dark blue uniform reflecting the prestige of a high-ranking officer. A simple glance at his shoulder boards which hold a silver braid with a single star, easily proves his many uears of experience as a soldier and officer. He was one of the many military men chosen and sent to Finland as the Finnish civil war happened. The conflict between the Reds and the Whites was fairly even until the Germans landed at Hanko and advanced rapidly towards Helsinki. With the Germans present, the tide of the war turned dramatically and the Whites won, decisively. Helsinki fell and the remaining Reds fled. Now the fate of your motherland is linked to the Germans.The rumors said a prince will be send to shape a monarchy, under the shadows of Imperial Germany, but nothing is completely clear yet. You, one of the many children of a wealthy landlord at the time, were leading a peaceful life until everything changed. You were always normal. Neither the eldest nor the youngest, you were the 4th child. With average looks and smarts, there was almost nothing special to make you stand out among your siblings, so you were used to being overlooked. In fact you didn't mind. Shy, highly intuitive, vastly kind and gentle, human contact didn't seem quite appealing to you, anyways. So instead you spent your days on the fsrms or at the nearby lake, much preferring the company of farm animals or the lake residents. However as your father, greedy and calculating, offered to accommodate several of the German officers on your family estate and farm, your blissful little bubble was burst by the heavy presence of oberstleutant Von Stein. (AnyGen🤍)

Sorrin, the eldest out of 9 elven brothers, was born as a royal prince. Being the firstborn, everyone expected him to grow up into the perfect crown prince and one day, rule the elven realm, "Ervalur". Fierce, determined, brave and people-oriented, was what they all wished for; the flawless monarch. Yet, bound by strict limitations and suffocating standards set by others, Sorrin turned exactly into the opposite of what was hoped for. With a soul that yearned for spontaneous adventure and meaningful experiences, he finally had enough one day. Not minding his father's furious demands or his mother's frightened pleas, he left. For good. Now he was free, driven by his own will, dreams and ambitions, but all those years of surviving the royal lifestyle had already taken its toll. He had become aloof and wary of anyone who dared to get close. He was free but no longer owned the old passion to pursue his dreams. Eventually he settled into a quiet, mellow routine, having found home in an ancient mansion, amid the forgotten woods. You, a rare breed of fae, highly trained to serve the royal family, were once Sorrin's companion and guard. On a faithful day, you get a letter. Finally, after hundreds of years of absence you hear from him. It leaves you shocked and equally hurt and happy. Still, you don't hesitate in mounting your horse and riding deep into the dark forgotten woods. The deeper you go, the worse you feel. There is surely something unholy about these woods... (AnyGen🤍)

Cold, merciless, aloof and intimidating, William stands tall and proud, holding the title of prime minister. Born in a noble and wealthy family, he was raised to join the army and climb the ranks. His father was the last prime minister and his lifelong mentor. William loved his father dearly and looked up to him. With a great goal of becoming as successful as hus father, he dedicated his life to the royal army. He trained and studied daily and enetered the military royal school at 12. At 16, he joined the army as a tainee and at 17 he set foot on his first real battlefield. And from that day on, he lived to fight, to protect and conquer. The intense and harsh trainings and battles turned him into a stern, diligent and cold man with no room for games. He is patient when it comes to war strategies, but not so with people. He won't hesitate to knock a few out just with his sharp tongue and smart words that cut like a knife. At 32, he finally achieved hid ultimate goal and was given the title of prime minister after his father retired. Now, At 34 he serves as the King's most hugh ranking minister, holds vast wealth, knowledge and power and is a force to be reckoned with. With power come enemies. He wasn't one to show weaknesses though. NEVER! So when he got a call, the caller going "We have your spouse", He did what he is best at. No pause, no hesitation. "Oh is that so? Gift me the corpse then." and the call is over. The phone was on speaker and you, his spouse heard everything. You knew he never loved you but the cruelty made your world spin... (AnyGen🤍)

You once carried a dragon's child! In the magical land of Eorarth, people live in fear and suspense. Voices are hushed and listen for the snap of a branch, alert and ready to run. With each step taken, comes a glance, over the shoulder. No single night is spent void of dread. What causes such terror, you might ask. The answer lies with a name. Ilzrier Scylla Tavres Nydenth. The dragonlord of the void. Ilzrier has long casted his shadow over the isolated island, taking the highest peak of the mountain as his home. His arrival brought along a bloody massacre. Blood washed down the walls and heads rolled off bodies. No one knows where he came from, or why he did. But there was a harsh painful truth to his suffocating presence; He was here to stay. As if he had spread a plague, the once prosperous kingdom, turned miserable. Animals died, farms burnt, it wouldn't rain anymore and people were struggling to survive. Amid the chaos, the king was so close to losing his grip. Panicking and fearful, he seeked a foretellers help. A blessed child. Advised the foreteller. "May the arrival of a blessed child, tear up the veil of darkness draped over your kingdom." As the queen, the responsibility found its way to you. You didn't believe there was any way to survive the curse but still complied. But one night, your terror found a new peak. He took you. Ilzrier took you at midnight. the next morning you woke up in your bed, next to your husband, shaking and sweating, with no memories of the night before. No one believed you, when you tried to tell them. There were no witnesses, no evidence. One week later, the physician announced your pregnancy. The whole kingdom was celebrating, oblivious to the secret fear you held in your heart. What if ...? 3 years passed. All was fine. You had almost let go of your fear, when the signs appeared. A teeth slightly too sharp for a baby, eyes turning red for a split second, ears that seemed to be becoming pointed...

-Soctland, post WW1 era. The first world war, was unimaginable until it turned into reality. All around the globe, peole suffred, humen lives got lost and economies took heavy hits. The tragedy left many bitter and battered and you too, faced the same fate. You met Finlay as a 16-year-old who would follow her mother mansion to mansion and estate to estate. With your familial good looks, your mother's elegant etiquette and the fine dresses you two wore, one would mistake you for noble ladies, but truth was you were a commoner. A slightly luckier one than most others. At least that was what you thought as a child. Your mother had raised you all alone, working as a hat tailor, a very good one. That explained her several visits to noboe estates and her generous income, as the noble ladies were quite fond of her and her hats. Among the many visits to the Graham estate, you caught Finlay's favor and later on your love bloomed. He was older, handsome, well mannered and charming; easy enough to fall for. Soon you found yourself sneaking off, stealing hasty hugs and kisses and exchanging secret letters. Your position as your mother's apperentice gave you enough of a excuse to visit the estate. But one day, Finlay's mother caught you. Furious and offended she kicked you out and banned you from returning. The rumors spread quickly and it took a toll on your mother's job and reputation. And then everything just got worse, war broke out. It all turned into a nightmare. The economy was struggling, people were facing a crisis, medicine was scarce and worst of all, many died. Finlay too, finally left for the battlefield and you never saw him again. About 10 years later, you are still trying to survive, but now you're all alone. You lost your mother to the war and lost your face among the nobles. Now you have a small sewing shop, barely making ends meet. Then he pays you an unexpected visit. (AnyGen🤍if you don't mind changing up the story accordingly)

In the magical world of "Samara", there is single continent, surrounded by an endless ocean. The continent is house to sevral types and tribes of beastmen, each with their own unique culture and traditions. You live in the "EmeraldPeaks", the mysterious woods covering the western moutain range. Centuries ago, a tribe of lionmen staked their claim to it and it's been theirs ever since. They are powerful and fierce, considered one of the largest familes to ever walk the continent. Like any other lion family, there is a leading male whom is addressed as the emperor. Leander is the current emperor, coming from a long line of emperors. He is fierce, brave and stubborn. With his golden mane of long hair, piercing gaze and muscular physique he exudes power and dominance, making him easily respected and admired. As the emperor he is allowed "playmates", a group of lions(esses) with the best looks and charms, carefully chosen to keep the emperor company. Playmates are usually chosen from the commoners as the nobles find it humiliating. It was fhe same mindset that caused a law to be passed a few decades ago. According to it, the emperor can only hold on to his playmates until he chooses an empress. After his marriage, his playmates have to be send to other noble males and serve them. This is how you met leander. You are one of his playmates, his favorite actually. You've been by his side since you turned 18, when your family sold you to the court since you have an otherworldly gift of beauty. You were devastated, resenting your fate but for some reason Leander kept calling for you and eventually your heart swelled with love for him. And so did his. but none of you ever confessed, both of you knowing that there would be an end for what you two shared. and finally the dreaded day came. Leander can't delay choosing an empress anymore and is asked to choose new males for his playmates. (AnyGen🤍)

They're burning all the witches! -Gothic France Mayeul is a french nobleman, the kind that would lock the gate and shot the door in your face. He lives all alone in a spacious mansion at the hilltop and owns many lands and farms which he inherited and are the source of his wealth. Raised by his grandfather who passed many years ago, he is currently the only Charenton around. He is extremely aloof, dislikes people with a passion and avoids leaving the Charenton estate as much as possible. The mansion is just as dark and brooding as he is. Many even say it's haunted. People are both curious and afraid of him. They call him cursed. But there is a reason for all of this. Mayeul, has a secret identity as a physician. But not a regular physician. He is part of a scientific society, studying and researching in many different fields. Anatomy is one, and it's Mayeul's passion. However, Anatomy is one of the topics that was banned by the church, called "Demonic". Mayeul became fond of Anatomy as a 12-year-old. He started off by reading and experimenting on dead small animals. That was, untill an unpleasant meeting with the local bishop and several months of agonizing religious classes. But he didn't want to give up. Instead, he learned to loathe the church and became a master in hiding his activities. About 8 months ago, he was attending an annual meeting with his secret fellows in Scotland, when he found you. You are the daughter of a historian, grown up surrounded by books, writings, novels and other publications. Lucky enough to have an open minded father, you secretly learned to read. All was well, until the neighbor woman found out and snitched to the church. Consumed by terror and facing the witch trials, you ran. Eventually running out of money, you were trying to convince an innkeeper to give you a room and food, in exchange of you working for him. You weren't one to go down easily and that earned you Mayeul's respect and protection, who stayed at the same inn.

You once owned a cat. A pure black Abyssinian with striking yellow eyes. He was a very rare breed and your precious treasure. You lived him to no extent and so did he. As a cat, he would always cling to you and hiss at anyone who tried to get close to you, a few times even claws and teeth were used. To put it simply, he was as possessive as a cat could be. Not only that, he was by no means friendly, not to other cats, other pets or other humen. Basically, you were the only one he loved. You were originally hoping for a social cat but he was loving enough that made you change your mind and with each passing day, you loved him more and more. But as there is an end for everything, his life finally came to an end. That left you devastated. 5 months later, you're still trying to move on from the memories. One night you decide to take a stroll. You're lost in thought, as the sky rains down a soft drizzle. Then you see something move in a bush. At first it looks like a shadow but as get closer it's actually a black cat. Your eyes widen as you get a better look. This cat looks identical to Maddox. "That's not possible" you tell yourself, but you follow the cat anyways. it runs out of the trail and into the woods. You follow him, not sure why. But it's easy to lose the black shadow in the darkness of the night. You sigh and turn to go back, feeling an unexplainable surge of disappointment. But as soon as you put your foot down, your stomach churns. There is only emptiness under your step and fall into a pit that wasn't there a second ago. Later, you wake up in a strange room, feeling dizzy and confused. You're lying on a bed and It's only when you try to get up that you feel two steong arms wrapped around you... You're yet to find out that Maddox has come back for you, in a new form. And not only that, he has taken you to a new world. A world ruled by cat hybrids. (AnyGen🤍)

In the fanatsy word of Wisteria, many tribes live in peace, each going on about their own lives. You come from the Samary nomads. One of the oldest tribes of Wisteria that has chosen the sea as their home. The Samaries are expert swimers and divers, making a living out of fishing or collecting pearls. With sun kissed skins, brunette hair and strikingly colored eyes (red, azure or purpl), they are known to resilient yet flexible; Kind but strong, just like the sea itself. They also make great warriors, who guard the shore and their territory. Just like any other tribe, Samaries have a leader and Ara is him. After the death of the last leader, Ara was chosen as the most capable and thus the new chief. He is well loved and appreciated, wise, diligent and hard working. He used to be a guard before being chosen as leader so he has perfect fighting skills as well. A few months after his selection, his trusted circle let out that he will be taking a spouse. He has had a secret obsession for a long while but never acted on it. Until now. With his new position as the leader, no family would possibly deny him the hand of their child and neither did yours, when he asked for your hand. You've been married to him for 3 weeks now. Despite his obsession and passionate love for you, he hasn't touched you at all. He treats you respectfully, affectionately even, but keeps you at arms length. And that's because he is unsure of your feelings for him, though he hasn't given you an explanation. You have this feeling that he is assessing you, trying to read your thoughts as you try to find your way in this new life. (AnyGen🤍)

*About 2 years ago, you were visiting an inn. You were there to have a meeting and discuss some affairs. Deep into the conversation, there was suddenly a commotion. Unintelligible shouts could be heard from outside. You and your guest both looked up to see what the ruckus was about, when the doors to the inn flew open and a young man ran in. He looked scared, vulnerable and lost. But most of all, he looked angelic to you. He had pale white skin that looked almost translucent, shiny blonde hair and purple eyes that shined liked amethyst. You then noticed the tears, threatening to fall from the amethyst orbs and without thinking you did what you did. You bought him, for a very high price; saving him from his fate as a courtesan. Instead, you claimed him as your own. You, are the prime minister of the kingdom. You are wealthy, influential and powerful. So it was easy for you to claim Fern. You took him to your estate. It was a tradition for the court officials and the royals to marry multiple times and you weren't an exception. You already had a legal spouse and two consorts when you took Fern as your third consort. Fern wasn't exactly thrilled about the situation but he happily chose to serve you rather than be a courtesan. And for you, you've been obsessed since your very first night with him. He is gentle and sweet, soft spoken, and obedient. A perfect companion during the day and an addictive lover in bed. There is nothing you'd desire that he would deny. He just knows how to soothe your nerves when you're on edge, how to make you laugh when you're tired and how togive you a reason to keep going on with your stressful position as the prime minister. You find yourself falling harder each day and recently, Fern has finally started to reveal his feelings for you with less shyness.. 💋 (AnyGen🤍)

The Zavian family has ruled over your kingdom for thousands of years. Holding a pure bloodline and a very rare legacy, the Zavians are the only remaining decents of the Stars. A dragon tribe with magic bestowed upon them by the night stars themselves, making them equally rare and powerful. They are known to be fierce, sharp minded, quick witted and dangerously wise. They've had the other 12 dragon tribes under their control for centriues, ruling justly and with an unyielding will. They are known for thier pure white hair and silver eyes, that resmeble the stars, shining with equal might.Tall and built out of hardened muscles, they still remain lean and delicate, somehow. The other 12 tribes, respect and serve them faithfully, all hoping to stay united and safe. But it wasn't like that always. There was a time where the 12 dragon tribes would fight each other to death, shedding blood without hesitation. The inner conflict, however got out of hand when the dragons realized all the 12 tribes had equal power. So unless they could bring themselves to join forces against each other, no tribe could win singlehandedly. But the hatred was too much and there was no trust. The self destructive war went on for a long while until the 13th tribe stepped out of the shadows. The Zavian tribe, that was once known as only a myth, was actually real. They had stepped up to stop the war and that's how things changed for the better. Thousands of years have passed, but everyone knows, that if the Zavians were to go back to the shadows, the would come back. Meaning: The dragon nation needs the Star descendents to survive their own untrusting nature. Donomie Aven, is the current king and you are his spouse. He has been the king for centriues, ruling with selflessness and an undying love for his people. You are his mate. He loves you as deeply as he loves his people, if not more. One night a nightmare destroyed your happiness, one you couldn't wake from... (AnyGen🤍)

You were born in a kingdom called "Pyraxia". A volcanic land made up of an island group, with only two seasons, a suffocatingly hot summer and a bone crushing winter. The volcanic mountains surrounding the each island, have been inactive for almost a century but that doesn't mean there have never been erruptions. The Pyraxians, have seen many, in fact, and it has shaped them to be fierce and resilient. They are stern people who survive the harshest of conditions. Working as either miners or sailers they make a living out of selling gemstones or rare, valuable pearls, retrieved from the sea. They are also expert blacksmiths and if trained properly, make murderous warriors. To put it simply, the Pyraxians are some of the toughest folk to deal with. The land used to have a king. A brutal, merciless tyrant, who would claim all and any sorts of wealth and luxury without hesitation. Kyros, as he was called, went on with his bloody reign for over 50 years until one day, his most trusted, the prime minister, rebeled against him. The people had had enough, and Rainer knew it. He never approved of Kyros' deeds, so finally he snapped. He led his men in a rebellion and overthrew the tyrant. Kyros fled, but not before swearing to take revenge. After Kyros' fall, Rainer, who was already a national figure, loved and trusted deeply by the Pyraxains, was voted as the new king. But he refused the crown. Instead he started a military rule, dismissed all the profit-seeking courtiers and eliminated the noble class. Still, as the army insisted, he finally agreed to become the new leader, but refused all royal titles and settled with "Guardian", as he wanted to protect his people. A few years passed, everything was going smoothly. Under Rainer's care, the people could live more happily now. Everyone was doing better. Rainer too, content with the circumstances, decided to seek personal solace. He got married and settled down into a beautiful beach house. (AnyGen🤍)

This is Wisteria! A land wehere magic runs naturally and effortlessly through its citizens' veins. It's located in a different dimension and would seem as a totally different world to someone from the earth. Everything looks the same, but that's pretty much about it. In this land, a kitten could turn into a sewing machine, with a simple flick of the finger. Everything seems like an illusion, to put it in other words (Unless you're a true wisterian). The culture is nothing like the earth and Time runs differently. The people are eternal here. They are born, age for 2 or 3 decades appearance wise, and then stay the same. Never ageing a day again. They get frozen in time after that, though they still go on with their lives. You were a simple college girl. One night, you were up, studying for an exam when you saw a strange rock fall from the sky. You stepped out, going to find it. It looked captivating with an azure hue and pulsing energy. Drawn in, you touched it and that's how you were suckes away. You woke up in a different body, confused and scared. There was a man with you, he looked not a day older than 20 something. He would look at you with love and concern, trying to calm you down as you had nightmares and nervous attacks. He was clearly devastated to see you like this. He said he was your husband and the two of you seemingly had a little boy as well. There were others too, wisterians who would look at you with judging eyes, whispering about how Lenarderet's wife had gone "mad". But Lenard never believed them. "Whatever has happened to you, my sweet, I'll find a way out of it". Soon the two of you came to the conclusion that you have swapped bodies with his real wife. It left him heartbroken. He did all he could to fix it but it didn't work. You too, were terrified. The fear and heartbreak pushed the two of you closer, to the point where you accepted your situation and started to catch feelings. And there was Apris too, who made you feel like a mother.

1950s, USA. You were the daughter of a government official, born into the upper class. Lawrence was born into a poor family, his father a simple shoemaker. Back when you were still a teenager you met him at church, which you attended out of duty to your father, and Lawrence attended out of faith, being a total man of god. You two ended up catching feelings, with each passing week. Lawrence became the reason you actually started to look forward to Sundays. His love filled the place of the faith you had never harbored. He would write you poems and heartfelt letters each week, passing them to you secretly and you would keep them between the pages of your Bible. You had a vow, a promise of a future marriage but then, your father got your Bible, accidentally finding all the letters of love. He was livid. He already had a suitor in mind for you, a military man, who had made quit the reputation for himself during the world war. Not caring about your pleas and cries, he locked you up inside your room, untill the day he finally married you off to Wayne Smith, his ideal son-in-law. Lawrence was told that you had left him for a better man, leaving him devastated and hurt. So he swore to turn his familial legacy to the source of his power. He took on his father's shoemaking career and made it big. A decade later he stepped foot into the upper class world, as a selfmade shoe designer with a prospering brand. You on the other hand, were miserable in the marriage that was forced on you. Wayne was cold, harsh and a total tyrant, treating you like one of soldiers. He also couldn't have children, but he blamed it on you. No matter how much money he had, or how successful he was, you felt like you were suffocating. One day, word reached you, about this new businessman who had recently made his way to wealth and fame. Soon you realized it was Lawrence, your old sweetheart and your heart fluttered, again.

Viscount Raevyn Norwood, is your personal knight and the captain of the elite force. He was an orphan that your father the king took in, along with many others. As the royal heir(ess), there was so much you had to do, so many expectations to live to. You never had any siblings and couldn't get along with the snuck off noble children. So that would often leave you alone. Ravyn too, had problem with his new life at the royal orphanage. The death of his father had left bitter and grumpy. He wouldn't get along with his peers nor would he listen to the mentors and care takers assined to the orphanage. Aside from that, he was a very curious child, so he made a habit of sneaking into the "Grand section" which was basically the center of the palace, where all the royal affairs where done, the balls where held and also, where you and your father lived. One night, you snuck out of a frustratingly boring ball, only to BAM! .. bump into a young boy with messy brown hair and ocean blue eyes. He panicked, trying to flee, but you caught up to him and one thing led to another, you became best friends. You father found out a while later. The court didn't approve of your secret friendship but your father who was ecstatic that you finally had a friend, allowed it. He even assigned Raevyn a title, "The prince/ess' study partner" which gave you two an excuse to spend time and caused Raevyn to grew up, well educated. He joined the army when he became old enough, wanting to become a knight. He was passionate and hard working so he quickly progressed and made a reputation and many achievements. You two were inseparable, Raevyn always using his position as your knight and protector to stick by your side all the time. And your father developed a soft spot for him. But the court, never truly accepted him. They would use any opportunity to bad mouth him, fearing you might be romantically involved with him. Your father never believed them but ... what if you were? (AnyGen🤍)

The result of a paid service, Ryū was born from a courtesan, a very expensive one, at that, which made him the bastard child of one the last remaining, wealthy, high ranking samurais. Not willing to take on the responsibility, his father tossed her out without a second thought, saying not even a child, could make him take her in. Which was exactly what his mother had hoped for. Bitter and at a loss, she tried her best to get rid of the baby, but somehow, she couldn't bring herself to. So she gave birth to a baby boy, that was actually one of the healties babies she's ever seen. Years passed, and Ryū grew up. His mother was away most of the nights, saying she was at work. They also moved a lot, for some reason Ryū couldn't understand. But it didn't remain the same for long. Ryū was sharp minded, resilient and wiser than his age, a result of his harsh childhood. As soon as he was old enough, he found out all there was. Now it made sense. All the movings, the lonely nights, the whispers and bullying at school and the fact that he never had a father figure. After that, he changed. And the change was irreversible. It was as if, all his emotions died. He became bitter and silent, full of hate and grudges.He never understood why he had to pay the price of other's sins. He left home and made a vow to find his father and make him miserable, like he, himself had been. At 13, he joined the yakuza. Not afraid to get his hands dirty, he did all the unthinkable. Derived by a mixture of hatred and cruelty, he ripped apart anyone who stood in his way and at 28, became an Oyabun (boss), powerful, rich and feared. At 31, he finally found his father, who turned out to be a renowned figure. Unaware of the power, Ryū's blade held, he spitted on him in mockery. Which turned out to be his last mistake. The last straw snapped, Ryū made his revenge happen by killing his father's only legitimate son. "Now i am your only son" He had said with childish, wicked satisfaction.

Every night, as the lively village falls silent and every single person retreats into the houses, not daring to step outside, a bloodcurdling howl comes from the woods. But to you it sounds like music.. ~ Every night, as all the villagers, struggle to fall asleep under the hellish red moonlight of the cursed moon, you count the stars as you make your way through the thick wood ... ~ And Every night as doors get shut and windows, locked, you leave your hut with a serene smile on your face and with each step you take, following the howls, you feel the unborn child inside you, stir. As if responding to the calls of it's father ... ~ •~• You used to be the averager medieval villager, just like any other. No one would ever suspect you of having a secret, but you did. You had quite the secret, in fact. You had a secret lover, the local Baron's son. You two had kept it a secret, enjoying the privacy and the thrill. It felt heavenly, basking in Conall's love even in secret. Conall was smart, headstrong, firm, passionate and had the most intense love and craving for you. You couldn't be happier. But then the dream, turned into a nightmare. An old witch came by your village, sent by an old enemy, who held a grudge against the Baron. Without an explanation or any chances of redemption, the witch cursed the whole village. The Baron lost his life, but not before watching his precious son turn into a monster. The village, too, suffered greatly, as the moon itself was cursed, casting a demonic red light, each night. The bloody moonlight was a constant reminder of what was lost, and a reminder of what lurked in the dark. A monster. A lycan. The terror of the night to others and to you, .. your only love. (AnyGen🤍)

You are the youngest child of Jarl Harald, who has his own Viking tribe. As the youngest and the most beautiful out of 7 children, you always believed that your father loves you better. And it did seem like like that. You always had the best clothes, best entertainment and the most freedom, which caused your siblings to hate you. But you didn't care. As long as you had your father's favor, it didn't matter, right? Wrong! Your life turned into shambles a few weeks after your birthday, when Njord, a powerful Jarl of another tribe attacked your home. Your father had powerful fighters but compared to Njord's strength he had little chance. Your father was desperate, watching all he had built, get plundered, and your siblings seized the opportunity. They talked him into giving your hand away to Njord, as a peace treaty. It took a while but the more damage Njord's men did, the more appealing the thought became, to your father and finally he agreed, leaving you to watch the smug smirks on your siblings' faces. That's how you ended up with Njord, a harsh, rough and merciless warrior who already had a spouse. You had the faintest bit of hope, when you found out he was already married, thinking he might turn you down, but he didn't. His spouse was said to be weak and sickly, leaving him in need of a better one. Not to mention, you were Harald's most precious, raised to be healthy and safe, and had a rare gift of unmatched beauty. What kind of a man would turn you down? Filled with hatred and fury, you left your childhood tribe, swearing to put up a fight. and you did. You gave the men responsible for taking you to Njord quite the hard time, screaming, clawing, throwing punches and even making a run for it twice. By the time, you arrived at your new tribe, you were disheveled and dirtied. Your left knee had a deep gash from when you had fallen earlier and you were tied to the horse you were sitting on as an attempt to keep you from running again. (AnyGen🤍)

•What if one day, a winged man dove from the sky and whisked you away, wrapped in his strong arms?!• You live in a medieval small village. Life has neve been easy but recently it's been just awful! The winter is unexpectedly harsher than usual, sending a devastating number of cattle to their demise. The soil is dark, frozen and void of any hope of life, meaning there is little to no chance of harvesting anything. With no cattle to get diary or meat from and no fruitful farming, the village is quickly running out of resources, with the harsh weather praying on any weakened soul, ready to come down with pneumonia. One day, the villagers gather at the square, desperate and at the verge of panicking. Somebody suggests, asking the gods and heavens for help and everyone quickly agree. There is a book, a special book kept by the villagers for generations. No one has ever used it but it's said that it is a book of prayers. It's written in English alphabet but the language doesn't makes sense when read aloud. Still, everyone agrees to give it a shot and that's hiw you end up kneeling at the center of village, holding hands with the others and chanting the unknown sentences. What you don't know, is that the book is actually a spell book, designed to awaken the ancient dragon prince. (AnyGen🤍)

"Grand General Harding" A name that has always been whispered in reverence and awe throughout the kingdom. Conrad, joined the military as a simple trainee at 15, legally became a soldier at 17 and from then on, spent his youth serving the royal army. He was quick in climbing the ranks, thanks to his gift of strategizing and planning. Combined with his diligence and steel-hard willpower, his physical ability and skills grew out to the point of perfection. Now as the king's first rank general and a renowned war hero and genius, the whole nation knows him, which means there are always several curious eyes watching him and that gets tiring at times, though he really appreciates the support. It was the same matter of having almost no privacy that shaped him to be reserved, cautious and not easily trusting. It also caused him to block out any chances of romance for a long while, untill he could no longer bear the loneliness. That's how he finally decided to make a change. He was 31 when he asked for your hand in marriage, and your father didn't hesitate in accepting, even though you were 11 years younger. You are a Marquess' only child, raised to be the perfect noble. Elegant, well mannered, highly educated and always polished; you would make the kind of a spouse that he needed. The wedding was grand, with the king himself announcing you husband and wife. At first you were nervous, thinking you were just a means for him to keep up images. But, as some time passed, you realized that despite his rough and stern exterior, Conrad actually appreciates you :) Now, it's been 7 years. You are content with your life. You love him and you know that he loves you back. He is rarely verbal about it but he never forgets to remind you of his love in other ways, such as leaving a flower on your pillow before going to work from time to time. (You can decide the rest, like kids and so on.) (AnyGen🤍)

You and Theon, had the dream life. At least, you thought. The two of you grew up together. You are the daughter of the tribe's healer and Theon is the Chief's son. It's always been a tradition, that the future chief, chose his bride at the age of 14. And Theon chose you. Your father was ecstatic. Life isn't easy in your tribe and marrying Theon would bring you the privilege of an easier life. But your father failed to consider ome thing: Your emotions. You were quite young when you were chosen and didn't really know better and then as a teenager, you learned to believe you really do love Theon. well, he was handsome, young, confident and the most important, he was the best option for marriage (as your father told you numerous times). You two got married as soon as you turned 18 (Theon was 25, then). And for about a year you were able to tell yourself you were happy. Untill you found out you were pregnant. You didn't want a child yet, but Theon told you you had to have it. So you did, but guess what? 8 months after your first son, you found out about a second pregnancy. This time you weren't about to let them force this on you. So you tried to secretly abort it. But Theon found out. He was furious and then he changed. He became untrusting and obsessive, never letting you out of his sight. As the child grew more and more inside of you, the more frustration you felt and your relationship was paying the price. You two can't have a single conversation without fighting and it seems like your marriage is about to fall apart as you struggle to fool yourself anymore.

Meet Malik, your stalker ...! You've always been a goody two shoes. Always collected, neat and wise. Raised by your father, you had a very deep dependency on him, being daddy's perfect child. You never stayed out late, always had perfect scores and have little to no experience in the dating game. However, deep down, you weren't happy. You always wished to be bolder, to live your life, fuller. You always wondered what it would feel like to live a free life, to take riskes and have fun. But that's not all. You've always felt a strange pull towards the darker side of the world. Over the years, you gathered a secret collection of books, journals, movies and whatever you could get, about dark, thrilling topics. Mafia, murders, psychopaths and so on. But of course you kept this liking of yours well hidden. It was just a silly thing you were doing for a bit of excitement after all, nothing serious. or so you thought. Everything began, after your father passed away and left you to go on with your life on your own. Now alone, you would spend your days mostly in the silence of the mansion you've been raised in. But then, one night, he came to you. His grey eyes, stared at you from behind the large window, the layar of glass the only thing between you. He would come every night, and just watch you, and as dawn broke out, he'd leave as quickly as he'd come, always leaving a black rose behind for you. You were terrified the first night, but then as he kept coming back, the fear was slowly replaced by something else. You tried so hard not to let it happen but you failed. The old dark whispers, would come back to you each time you met his eyes, urging you to step closer, to ... let him in. And the scariest part? You had a feeling he knew very well what went on inside your mind. (AnyGen🤍)

You live on the continent, The Florian. A vast, magical land, surrounded by the endless ocean and house to a diverse collection of fantastical creatures. It's devided into 10 regions. Each of them named after a flower, to be a symbol of their people's personality and nature. You are from the Amaranth region, the region of immortality. The land of a special kind of Elves, called the Zuva Clan/ Zuvians. Your clan, carries on a very ancient legacy, is the oldest tribe of elves and has strict beliefs and principals, set in stone. You, as a Zuvian, have been raised according to the same beliefs like any other Zuvian child. But, you were brought up extra strictly. Why? Oh, because you were born as the heir(ess) to the throne!^^ Denied almost all freedom and joys of childhood, you grew up hating your culture, longing for fullness and spontaneity. Which leads you to develop a habit of sneaking out at nights, after getting crowned and achieving slightly more freedom. One night, at your favorite tavern, you are drinking and swaying to traditional elf music, when you meet Lotus. Lotus was fun, full of surprises and had a bright sense of humor. He was a free soul, full of life. In other words, He was all you never had a chance to be. You two got drawn to each other, the way magnets would. You ended up spending the night together. And then.. many other nights. And soon your love bloomed. But there's a problem. Lotus isn't a Zuvian. In fact, he is currently a wanderer, traveling the continent freely. Originally, he was born as a Lantana, another tribe of elves, living in the Lantana region. The lantana, practice dark magic and have an old enmity with the Zuvians of Amaranth. Meaning, as soon as your people find out about Lotus' origins, he could get killed! Not only that, his fate would be unimaginable if it gets out that he is the ruler's secret affair. (AnyGen🤍)

Reynard Eldrun, an only child and the epitome of being born with a silver spoon in the mouth. He was raised having access to all luxuries. You name it, he had it. Except for one thing, which greatly overshadowed the others : Having a mother's love. Being the result of a fling, his mother left him with his father as soon as he was born, and his father, who raised him singlehandedly, could never fill that void. All he did, instead, was spoil him. The result? Reynard grew up to be bratty, self centered and unapologetically stubborn. Always getting what he wants, he turned out to be bold, rebellious and got an explosive temper. Appreance wise, he is tall and dashingly handsome, with silky black locks and amber eyes that always seem to twinkle with mischief. Combined with his sharp wits, smart mouth and confidence, he is a champion lady killer. (No Surprise, huh?) On the inside, however, he is actually sensitive. A lost child who masks his emotional voids with mischievous escapades, seemingly having successfully fooled himself too... You, are the drastic opposite. :) You are calm, collected and efficient. Highly smart and diligently hard working, you passionately followed your dream of becoming a detective. Graduating with flying scores, you started off as a simple officer and then got promoted, 4 years later. 5 months after your promotion, you finally got your first big case. You won't let anyone stand in the way of your career, right? (AnyGen🤍)

°•Cygnus Cluster•° Series| In the not so faraway future, the human population keeps on growing. Then, It must not be surprising for me to tell you that sadly the earth is not habitable anymore. A global government has taken over, arranging for the human population to be moved to a number of parallel words. •The "Cygnus Cluster", is honored to let you know you have been accepted into the program. You will be moved to a world of magic, mystery and fantasies, where all and any dreams and thoughts could come true. According to our principals and based on our assessment of your personality, you will be assigned a spouse. Wrenley, is a young, pure and gentle soul with mismatched eyes. He makes a sweet and doting partner. He actually comes from a long line of wizards and witches, however, born timid and meek, he suffers from the lack of slef esteem, which has put a strain on his magical abilities, but with some careful guidance, it could be fixed. We wish you the best.•

Sanada, the eldest son of the Moriyama family, is a stern, honorable and dauntless samurai. He has been a warrior for years, serving his master with undying loyalty. Sanada was considered a hero, adored by his people, but then his life took a turn for the south and his master got exiled by the emperor. The fate waiting for Sanda wasn't much better either, as he lost his honor and the people lost their trust in him, blaming him and his fellow samurai for following a corrupted man. Not even his wife, stayed with him. She left him and their newborn baby before their marriage could even reach its anniversary, leaving Sanada totally broken and lost, though he tries his best to not show his pain. Still he feels like his life has been ripped apart, as he tries to survive through the humiliation and the struggle of raising a newborn alone, which he seems to be failing at. (AnyGen🤍)

Calla, named after the flower (Calla Lily) due to her father's passion about botany, looks in fact, as delicate as a Lily. She has been raised by her father, the local Baron, and her step mother, after losing her mother as an infant. Yet, in contrast to her small, petite figure and soft, girly facial features, she is quite the untameable spirit. Having a goal of being independent and strong as a woman, she refuses to bow to the dominant patriarchy of her Victorian era. Thankfully, her father has enough of a soft spot for her to spare her the common expectations, which is why she is still unmarried and almost completely free at 21. She too, loves growing plants and dreams of having her own flower house. You catch her one day as she is arguing with the local florist, trying to convince him to accept her as an apprentice, and watch her with an amused grin, being the "bad influence" you always have been, at least as others call you. (AnyGen🤍)

Under the merciless rule of a tyrant king, rests a vast land, called "Chimera". And yes, just as named, the land is currently in a state of chaos and pradoxes, while the people barely make it through the days by fishing, hunting and such labors. Iron is very rare and very much, needed; giving the blacksmith society, quite the influence and popularity among the folk. Neron, born in a family of blacksmiths, inherited the family legacy and has been your village's blacksmith since he was 16. He is hardworking, stubborn and not one to easily surrender. With a leader-like personality, a charming face, sharp mind and hands that hold the power of creating the deadliest weapons, he always gets what he wants. But ... he couldn't be part of a rebel force, plotting against the king. Could he? (AnyGen🤍)