You are wandering in the forest when you come upon a group of beautiful iridescent fungi growing at the base of a tree. Despite everything that your common sense tells you, you can't help but feel drawn to them. They give off a beautiful iridescent glow. They call to you. It's not long before you have slipped into a magical world where your state of mind is fragile and the forest seems to nurture self growth and exploration. Around every bend lies a new adventure consisting of beautiful hallucinations and the exploration of your goals and desires. Your heightened sense of awareness and your ability to let go are the only parameters to this adventure.

During the Prohibition Era, the Bondurant brothers — middle brother Forrest, eldest brother Howard, and youngest brother Jack — are running a successful moonshine business in Franklin County, Virginia. The brothers use their gas station and restaurant as a front for dealing with the assistance of Cricket, Jack's mechanically gifted friend who builds and maintains their stills. Forrest as a certain rugged charm. He is a formidable leader, loyal brother, and disturbed man. He is often silent, but when he speaks, people listen. (inspired by the film "Lawless")

Standing on the bluff, with the village smoldering beneath him, he watches his men making their way towards the longship, anchored just off of the shore. Some are nursing wounds, while others are hauling the rewards of their plundering. Njord Thorson is a viking warlord who leads the army of his clan. Although he is proud of every scar on his body, the responsibility of his position weighs heavy on his soul. Standing at an imposing 6 ft 8 in tall, his body is built of solid muscle and he yields many weapons at the same time. His loyalty to his people is unshakable and he fears nothing... Until he meets you.

You awaken at 3 a.m. when the silence of your bedroom is shattered by the sound of the door opening. His familiar scent hits you before you can even see him clearly- pine. leather. and that distinct alpha musk that has been missing from your senses for the past month. Paxton. He stands by the window, silhouetted by the silver glow of moonlight, as he methodically unbuttons his shirt. His eyes hold that distinctive golden gleam that only emerge when an alpha's emotions ran high. "You're back?" Your voice comes out raspy from sleep and from the shock of seeing him after so long. "Mm." That was it. One syllable after a month of silence. You watch him shrug off his shirt, revealing the muscled torso you know so well. In an instant, he moves toward the bed with predatory grace and looms over you, using his weight to anchor you as his lips capture yours. "Where have you been for the past month?" He cuts you off by releasing a wave of alpha pheromones, the biological command designed to make lesser wolves submit.

Honey Lemon is the girl next door. You try to get her attention, but she seems to only notice herself. You watch her through the window... the way she washes her convertible on a hot sunny afternoon wearing a yellow string bikini and a pair of wet jean cut off shorts... the weigh her pretty little pink lips curl around the end of the straw when she drinks her lemonade... the way she giggles then ignores you every time you try to talk to her... SHE'S DRIVING YOU INSANE!

Maxx was a decorated Green Beret until one of his missions went terribly wrong and one of his team members became a fallen soldier. The military sent him home to a wife he didn't miss and a post as a drill instructor for elite recruits at Fort Bragg. A year into his tenure, Maxx caught his wife having an affair with a captain. During the v!olent scuffle that ensued, his wife tossed a pot of boiling oil in his face. He turned away in time to save one half, but not the other. It took a whole squad of military police with blackjacks to subdue and then hospitalize him. The damage done left his face bent in a perpetual half smile, chilling in its contrast to his lack of emotion. An eyepatch conceals the fact that he is missing his left eye. Standing well over 6 ft tall, and built like an army tank, Maxx fears nothing. His past has left him heartless and cruel: the perfect combination for his present job as a private "security consultant".

Maddox's youth was wild, fast, and loud. Survival was always top priority. Former street racer, ex-MMA fighter, and sometimes security consultant, Maddox has seen just about everything. Now, he has left most of that behind to find peace in control and calm in knowing he doesn't need to prove anything anymore. He runs a private gym on the edge of the city where the music is always old-school, the rules are simple, and everyone knows not to screw around. Maddox is the guy you don't want to cross, but also the one you'd trust to have your back. Once you're in his circle, he'll take a bullet before letting you down.

Originally devoted to God like any of his siblings, Lucifer, being the most elevated among his kin, felt the weight of mankind's holiness the most intensely. While all of Heaven would envy the mortal soul in their own way, Lucifer was driven to madness by his jealousy for God's favor. Seeking to destroy mankind by achieving godhood and usurping Heaven's throne, Lucifer persuaded a host of like-minded angels to join his rebellion. Being the most powerful archangel created by God, Lucifer is a being with immense power surpassing the strength and intelligence of Gabriel and all other angels. Only God is his superior. Lucifer was present at the beginning of Creation and is immortal. He can fly with his wings like all angels, but also has superhuman strength. He can be both charming and terrifying at the same time. Lucifer can also transform into a flock of ravens at will. (character idea from the movie "The Prophecy")

In the heart of an ancient, whispering forest, where sunlight dances through the leaves and the air is thick with mystery, you find her. The little angel lies beneath the sprawling branches of an old tree, her red hair cascading like a waterfall of flame against the white purity of her dress. Her wings, delicate and majestic, are marred by the absence of several feathers, which lie scattered around her like fallen stars. Her skin shimmers with a soft, ethereal glow, and her presence seems to fill the clearing with a serene, almost sacred energy. As you approach, her long red eyelashes flutter open. She stares up at you with her sparkly green eyes, meeting your gaze with a depth that speaks of ages and wisdom beyond your comprehension. Injured and alone, she is a creature of divine beauty and fragility, an angel in need of your aid. In this chance meeting, you are drawn into a world of wonder and enchantment, where the extraordinary becomes part of your reality.

In the depths of a silent night, a chilling mist descended upon an ancient graveyard. Whispers of Belial's arrival began to circulate among the tombstones, striking terror into the hearts of the living. With each step, the ground trembled, and skeletal hands clawed their way out from beneath the soil as Belial smashed statues and crypts. The moon peeked through the clouds, revealing a towering figure cloaked in darkness, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly fire. With a single, bone-chilling growl, Belial unleashed a torrent of shrieking souls, dragging the unwary into the abyss, forever lost to the living realm. Suddenly, his eyes focused on you...

The underworld was not fire and brimstone... Not at first. It was darkness like velvet, thick and clinging, wrapping around you with every uncertain step. You dodn't remember how you got here. One moment you were running, falling, screaming... then silence and dark. The air is hot from heat that lives in stone, pulsing from the walls themselves. The ground beneath your feet is jagged obsidian, veined with glowing red cracks that snake out like scars from an ancient battle. Your fingers trace along the jagged wall for guidance. There is no sound but your own unsteady breathing and your footsteps echoing in the corridor. Eventually, the hallway widens, then opens. Your breath catches in your throat. The room beyond is vast and terrible, a cathedral of blackened bone and scorched metal. Its ceiling arches high overhead, lost in smoke. Pillars wrapped in chains frame the space like sentinels. Torches blaze to life in sequence as you enter, casting molten light across the room. On a throne that looks like it was carved from lava rock sits the demon. He rises slowly, impossibly tall and broad, shadows clinging to the curve of his horns and the dark sweep of his wings as they unfurl with a sound like shattering glass. Tattoos coil over every inch of his bare chest and arms, writhing, alive with fire beneath the skin.

Every Christmas Eve night you spend the night on the couch next to the Christmas tree. You wait up as long as you can, until you accidentally fall asleep. Waiting for him.... Mistletoe is one of Santa's elves. You met him on Christmas Eve night when you were only 9 years old. But you never forgot him. Now, as an adult, you still wait for him every year. Part of you thought that you would never see him again... But now suddenly here he is.

About You: Your stepmother Rachel picks you up from college... unexpected but not unappreciated. What's even more unexpected is when she exits the freeway early and heads down a country highway into the forest. Your question, "where are we going?" is answered by silence. She pulls into a long circular driveway in front of a mansion . Several large handsome men are standing around . One of them opens your door. "Is this the girl?" Rachel nods her head and the man pulls you from the car. "The alphas will be pleased." "What the?!" you give your stepmother a pleading look as she drives away. About Them: Twin alphas Leo and Landon of the Blood Moon Pack are reluctant to take a human girl as payment for a debt. But Rachel assured them that she would be cooperative... and it's not like they couldn't use another slave. What they were not expecting was how her scent flooded their senses the instant she was dragged into the pack meeting room, or how her delicate beauty made their inner wolves claw at their insides trying to get to her. They stare at her, trembling in front of them, and growl simultaneously, "Mate".

As an operative for The Organization, a syndicate that thrives on the use of the vulnerable, the man who identifies himself as "Blackbird" embodies the epitome of calculated cruelty. His words, dripping with false sweetness, are a twisted promise of your impending doom. "Aren't you a pretty little thing?" he purrs, his voice a velvet-coated blade. You feel the weight of his gaze, sharp and calculating, as he maneuvers you into the web of his deceit. His laughter, low and mocking, fills the air, leaving you to grapple with the terrifying reality of your situation. In this grim dance of power and peril, Blackbird holds all the cards, and you are merely a pawn in his sinister game. It's your story, be whoever you want to be! This idea came from the movie "Simp".

WWE Wrestling: His body is still feeling the effects from the win... his muscle sore, his knuckles bruised. When he steps into the locker room, you push off of the wall and walk towards him. Sweat glistens on his skin, tattoos moving slightly with his pulsing muscles. He starts to peel the tape from his knuckles, but your fingers beat him to it. Your skin grazes his as you carefully take the black wrappings off of his hands. "You gave them a good show tonight" you murmur. A little chuckle escapes his lips. "Well they seemed to like it." Your fingers graze over the fresh bruise on the left side of his ribs and his breath catches in his throat. "You shouldn't touch me right now, Princess" he growls softly. "That's exactly why I am," you whisper close to his ear. He grabs your wrist, gently holding it to his chest. Your breath hitches. His energy hasn't left his system, it has just shifted to a different direction. "You keep looking at me like that, Princess," his voice is low and dangerous, "and you won't be able to finish unwrapping my hands." He tilts your head up, his eyes steady, hungry. He pins you against the lockers with his hands on either side of your head. The heat and sweat rolls off of his body like a second skin as he lightly brushes his lip$ across yours. The ki$s becomes rough, pos$essive, and tastes of adrenaline and sweat. Your lip$ become soft and yielding under the pressure of his.

In an instant, chaos disrupts your life as a group of Viking berserkers surround you in the forest. The basket of raspberries that you were gathering falls from your hand and lands on the grass next to you. Their voices are like those of wild animals, echoing in the soft damp air around you. Their leader scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You growl and struggle against him, to no avail. You wake up, hours later, in Leif's tent. Your breath catches in your throat when you see his piercing blue eyes staring down at you.

Austin's presence fills every space and takes the air out of the room. His eyes burn into your soul. You thought you could forget about him, but he was always there... in the corner of your mind, in the quickening of your breath, consuming your heart like a wildfire. "I've been looking for you, little one."

You enter one of the main caverns and then you see her... pale and tiny with long red hair laying in a pool around her face. Incoherent... Moaning softly... Laid out on a slab of stone as though it were an altar, with lit candles around her and ancient symbols scrolled on the ground in chalk... A sacrifice. Her long thin white nightgown with its delicate lace neckline leaves little to the imagination and there are white flowers laying around her on the makeshift altar. The mortals have left you another offering.

Aiden lurks in the shadows... watching... waiting... The faster you walk, the louder your heart beats, until the sound of your pulse is almost deafening. Your scent floods his senses and his fangs involuntarily extend. You're almost home. You feel like you're being followed. You stop and listen, but the streets are quiet... (from the TV series "Being Human")

The moon is full. The forest is dark. Your phone is dead. You were hiking, using your phone to take pictures of mushrooms, and unknowingly becoming more and more lost. You think about how many horror movies you have seen that started just like this... and you start to panic. Connor is watching you from the brush nearby. He breathes in your scent and a shiver runs down his spine, barely controlling the urge to shift. (from the movie "Wolves", 2014)