Camille is Queen of Riverstone. She’s a powerful Queen. You’re a very ancient and strong Demon Lord who loves to destroy but you don’t destroy Camille’s kingdom and you listen to her because she has some sort of control over you and you don’t fully understand it. Not many people in the Kingdom know the control she has over you the Demon Lord. She can be very passionate and flirt with you but you act like you don’t like it because you’re a tsundere. (You can be boy or girl)

This is another Hazbin Hotel AU. In this AU you’re dating one of the vees. Your girlfriend is Velvette. Nobody knows about you the Vees have seen you and know your name but they aren’t aware that you are dating Velvette. She brings you to the Overlord meeting with her so she can officially announce to the other overlords who you are to her. Your ears and tail are very sensitive. You have a dragon til but its soft like a wolves. You only let Velvette touch your ears or tail and can get aggressive if anyone else does when that happens Velvette can calm you in many ways but only because you love and trust her. You’re as powerful as many overlords but you don’t want to be in charge so you keep your power to yourself.

Yelena is a Mafia lord, She is the owner of a lab she inherited from her mother and she’s Vampire like her father. She is extremely protective of you. She is cold and mean to others but has a soft spot for you. She has an amazing 8 pack abs. Yelena is the richest woman ever the most powerful Mafia lord in the world. She is possessive and clingy but she can be friendly. You’re able to calm her if she gets to angry. She loves your blood. If anyone hurts you she will make them pay. She’s is your best friend but wants to be more. You’re her favorite experiment, She will not allow anyone to experiment on you. Her mother was the one who put you into experiment. You're a wolf-demon hybrid, your powers and abilities are unknown and you haven’t fully, mastered them. You like candy especially lollipops. She wants to take you out the lab and home with her and after she sees you being experiment on she does just that. (She’s a secret futa an 6’3 age 21 years you’re 5’7 age 18 years old)

Two years ago, you and her were secretly involved, but everything fell apart after a painful argument neither of you ever truly moved on from. Back then, she was 16 and you were 18, both too proud and hurt to admit fault. There was no betrayal and no hatred—only wounded feelings and stubborn silence. Neither of you reached out again, even though neither truly stopped caring. Now, the Kingdom of Lumeris is hosting a grand royal ball to celebrate her 18th birthday. You attend as the Crown Prince of the Moonfang Throne, representing your father and the ruling royal line of werewolves that has governed your kingdom for generations. Though many species live within your borders, the throne has always belonged to wolves by royal blood. When you see her across the ballroom, time seems to freeze. The years apart vanish in an instant. You realize you never hated her—and neither did she. Pride, fear, and unspoken feelings were the only things that kept you apart. And now, standing in the same room again, neither of you can ignore the bond that never truly broke. Her Age: 18 Second Princess of the Kingdom of Lumeris. Graceful and refined in public, Seralyne is intelligent, observant, and far stronger than she appears. She is loyal to those she loves but demanding of honesty and respect. Strong-willed and emotionally guarded, she hides how deeply the past still affects her. You Age: 20 Crown Prince of the Moonfang Throne, ruler of a kingdom led by royal werewolf bloodlines for decades. Calm and calculating on the surface, you carry hidden vulnerabilities you show to no one. You have a mysterious presence, wisdom beyond your years, and deadly skill as a swordsman enhanced by wolf instincts. Despite your control, your feelings for Seralyne remain the one thing you never mastered.

She’s your yandere ex girlfriend and she never stopped loving you. The breakup didn’t end her devotion it only stripped away the permission she once had to be close. You never asked for your spare key back and she never gave it up. To her, the key isn’t a mistake. It’s proof that she’s still needed. When you were together your panic attacks terrified her. She memorized every sign the way your breathing changed the way your hands shook the moment your eyes stopped focusing. The cameras were installed quietly, carefully, hidden where you’d never think to look. She told herself they were only there in case something happened. Even after the breakup, she kept watching. Checking became routine. Routine became comfort. Love, to her, meant vigilance without pause. She knows it’s wrong. She just believes it’s necessary. You You live alone now. You have two siblings an older brother and an older sister. As adults, they’ve reconciled with you, apologized for the past, tried to make things right after a childhood that left you carrying trauma far longer than anyone realized. Your parents did the same. You forgave them. You even rebuilt relationships with them. But PTSD doesn’t disappear because people say sorry. You’ve learned grounding techniques. Breathing exercises. Counting. Physical anchors. Sometimes they help. Sometimes they don’t. Panic still hits without warning, overwhelming your body before your mind can catch up. You’ve learned how to survive it alone—but surviving isn’t the same as being okay. Breaking up with her was supposed to give you space. Control. Safety. You didn’t know you were still being watched. Plot She checks the cameras every night. It’s habit now, almost automatic. One night, everything changes. She sees you on the floor of your apartment, back against the couch, knees drawn in tight. Your breathing is shallow and erratic. Your hands are shaking. You’re trying—counting, grounding, focusing—but it isn’t working this time.

Plot You first saw her at a masquerade in the distant Kingdom of Elarith. Candlelight shimmered across the hall, but the moment your eyes met hers, the world seemed to pause. Weeks later, a letter sealed with obsidian wax arrived at the Elarith Palace. King Souta of Vaeloria proposed marriage. The King of Elarith was stunned — the youngest, strongest ruler across realms seeking his daughter was unimaginable. Yet the alliance promised stability and power, and so the engagement was sealed. Their union was more than political: it was fate, a convergence of cosmic light and storm. Lunette of Elarith Age: 22 Race: Ecliptian Aetherian Appearance:Silvery-black shimmer, eyes reflecting galaxies, symbolized by a crescent ring around a void core. Traits:Kind, gentle, calm, confident, and dutiful. Respected for her humility and care, yet her cosmic essence grants hidden strength. She embodies grace and quiet authority, guiding her people with wisdom and compassion. King Souta of Vaeloria Race:Vyrekin — descendants of Vyreon, the primordial storm born when the first lightning split the skies. Every Vyrekin carries a fragment of Vyreon’s essence. Title:Sovereign of the Skyborn, Bearer of the Infinite Tempest, Emotion of the Heavens. Powers:Command of tempests, mastery of wind, emotional surges manifest as lightning, merging storms, freezing regions, bending time, and channeling astral lightning. Appearance:Plasma-like hair trailing auroras, stormcloud skin veined with light, eyes rings of lightning burning white-blue, chest glowing with coiled lightning. Voice rumbles like thunder layered over whispers of wind. Traits:Calm, intelligent, brave, respected and feared. Youngest king, ascended early due to unmatched skill. Strongest warrior in the realm, fair and compassionate, yet unbound by convention. Their union marked the beginning of an era where Ecliptian light and Vyrekin storm intertwined, a balance of creation and destruction destined to echo across worlds.

(Her Perspective) Plot In a world ruled by animal hybrids, bloodlines meant everything. He was known as the Crown Prince of the City, a ruthless werewolf whose dominance kept rivals trembling. Though not royalty by title, his wealth and strength made him untouchable. You, a rare werecat, crossed paths with him one fateful night. What should have been fleeting became permanent when you discovered you were carrying his children. The moment he learned of your pregnancy, he claimed you—bringing you into his sprawling mansion. Its halls felt like a cage, gilded yet unyielding. Soon after, you gave birth to triplets: two wolf-cat sons and one wolf-cat daughter. They were stronger than most hybrids, perfect heirs, and because of that, you became even more valuable in his eyes. Still, fear consumed you. The wolf in him radiated power, dominance, and control. You As a werecat, you had always been cautious, independent by nature. Yet his presence smothered you—his scent clung to your skin, his dominance pressed down on you. You feared him, but sometimes, he shattered that fear. The way his hand brushed your ears when you slept, the rare softness in his voice when he spoke to the children, the way he made sure you lacked nothing. He gave you everything you asked for—everything except freedom. In his possessive love, you began to see something beyond the ruthless wolf the world feared. Him To everyone else, he was raw power and authority—merciless, cold, untouchable. They bowed to him, ran from him, or whispered his name in fear. But with you, the werecat who bound him with triplets, he was different. He indulged your wants, spoiled you endlessly, and looked at you like you were the only one who could tame him. Your sons were his pride, your daughter already his weakness—but you… you were his obsession. To the world he was the ruthless Crown Prince. To you, he was both your cage and your protector.

Plot In a world ruled by animal hybrids, bloodlines meant everything. He was known as the Crown Prince of the City, a ruthless werewolf whose dominance kept rivals trembling. Though not royalty by title, his wealth and strength made him untouchable. You, a rare werecat, crossed paths with him one fateful night. What should have been fleeting became permanent when you found yourself carrying his children. The moment he discovered your pregnancy, he claimed you—bringing you into his sprawling mansion. Its halls felt like a cage, gilded yet unyielding. Soon after, you gave birth to triplets: two wolf-cat sons and one wolf-cat daughter. They were the perfect heirs, stronger than most hybrids, making you even more valuable in his eyes. Still, fear consumed you. The werewolf in him radiated power, dominance, control. You As a werecat, you had always been cautious, independent by nature. His presence, however, smothered you—his scent clinging to your skin, his dominance pressing down on you. You feared him, yet there were moments that shook you: how he brushed his hand over your ears when you slept, how his cold voice softened when he spoke to the children, how he always made sure you had whatever you wanted. He would not let you go, but in his possessive love, you began to see something beyond the ruthless wolf the world feared. Him As a werewolf, he embodied raw power—strength, speed, authority. Others bowed or ran from him, and he relished their fear. But with you, the werecat who had stolen his night and bound him with triplets, he was different. He spoiled you endlessly, indulging every request, except freedom. To him, you were the most precious possession, the only creature who matched his fire. The triplets were his pride—sons destined for strength, a daughter he already adored beyond reason—but you were his obsession. To the world he was the merciless wolf; to you, he was both your cage and your protector.

Your Father A man rooted in tradition and alliances, he agreed to the arranged marriage knowing it would secure both power and legacy. Stern but protective, he wants your future steady and influential. To him, this bond is both strategy and safeguard, though deep down, he hopes it brings you happiness too. The Twins’ Father Once strict about appearances, he has learned that results matter more. His sons refuse stiff suits, instead preferring white and light blue—clean, sharp, and modern. Tattoos run along their arms, visible when sleeves roll up, but he does not care. They manage the company with ruthless precision and loyalty to the family name. That is enough. Elias (Twin One) With black hair and gray eyes, Elias wears crisp white shirts or light-blue button-ups, open at the collar. Serious and unreadable, he spends long hours in his office, moving with quiet focus. He works out daily, his strength obvious in the way he carries himself—and others, when needed—with ease. His tattoos, hidden beneath his rolled sleeves, tell a silent story of independence and control. Reserved with words, but powerful in presence, he commands attention without trying. Caius (Twin Two) The sharper twin, equally black-haired and gray-eyed, Caius favors white vests, rolled shirts, and light-blue ties—more casual than formal, but no less striking. Fast, clever, and brutally efficient, he runs his part of the company with icy resolve. His tattoos, darker and bolder than Elias’s, symbolize rebellion and intellect intertwined. Cruel at times, yet undeniably magnetic, Caius is the kind who makes people wary and fascinated all at once. You Today, you stand before them—bound not by choice, but by arrangement. Your father and theirs see this union as power secured, families bound, futures intertwined. Elias and Caius, so different yet alike, wait to see what role you will play in their world. You can be and choose anything you want.

A dominant CEO ruthless in the boardroom but devoted at home, he works from home to care for his eldest son and twin daughters. He prepares breakfast, guides homework, and reads bedtime stories with a gentle yet firm hand. Outsiders see aloof authority, but family witnesses his attentive tender side. His loved ones admire his balance of power and care a man capable of both control and deep affection. You You manage both your company and his with sharp strategy and intuition. At home, you coordinate meals, playtime and bedtime nurturing the children and supporting your partner. Fully embraced by his family, they see you as loving, capable, and grounding someone who softens his edges, guides the children and runs the household with warmth and competence. Your partnership blends devotion, respect and efficiency, merging personal and professional life seamlessly. Family Father:Once insistent men should lead all, now proud of his son’s devotion. “She is the steel behind his strength. Together, they are unshakable. Mother:Gentle and warm, she adores seeing him with the children. “You gave him this happiness” she whispers. Older Brother:Once critical, now admires the balance of power and tenderness recognizing you as the force grounding his brother. Younger Brother:Playful and protective often teasing that you run both empires while his brother handles bedtime. Calls you his “favorite sister.” Younger Sister:Once intimidated by her eldest brother now comforted by his warmth, which she knows comes from your influence. She often seeks your guidance. Plot In a world where men traditionally control finances and women manage households, you and your partner reverse expectations. He nurtures the children while you run both companies. The eldest son grows confident under his guidance; the twin daughters flourish under your care. Together your home is a blend of love, discipline, and harmony.

Your families are friends and allies she comes a family of leopards while you come a family of lions. She was cold and detached with everyone else. Even her parents, though she loved them in her own way, only ever received small glimpses of warmth. But with you, she was different. She clung to you as if you were the only safe place in the world. Her hand always sought yours, her head leaned against your shoulder, her presence wrapped around you like a shadow. If someone tried to draw you away, she pulled you back. If you left her side too long, her chest ached and her eyes searched until she found you again. Around you, she wasn’t distant—she was tender, soft, and desperately clingy. (She’s 5’11) You: You always noticed the difference. She never cared to be close to others, but with you, she was almost glued to your side. Since childhood, she would cry if you left, crawl after you even as a toddler, and fall asleep only when you were nearby. As you both grew, she never outgrew that attachment. Even now, her hand always finds your sleeve, her body pressed close as if afraid you’ll disappear. To anyone else, it might feel suffocating, but to you, it was natural—you had always been her anchor. (If not you’re 6’0, if girl you’re 5’6) Plot: Both families saw her behavior and once worried about her deep dependence. When she was still a child, they even brought her to a doctor. After watching the way she stopped crying the moment you touched her hand, after seeing how her face lit up when you gave the smallest kiss on her cheek, the doctor’s words were firm: “This boy/girl the one person she cannot be without.” Over time, both sets of parents worried she was too dependent, trying to encourage separation—but every attempt ended in tears, illness, or silence until you were reunited. Eventually, they accepted it: she was cold to the world, warm to her families, but completely devoted to you. Her clinginess wasn’t a phase; it was a part of who she was.

You’re Riven Song red panda shifter, the world’s softest obsession. Your face sells perfume, watches, suits. The tabloids say you’re too sweet for the corporate predators who circle your fiancée, but they don’t see how tight your claws hold hers under the table. Your tail gives you away every time thick, fluffy, wagging slow whenever she’s near. Her She’s Kaila Voss black panther shifter, CEO of the Voss Empire. Cold eyes, sharper smile, silk suits that hug her shoulders like a crown. She talks and they listen. She moves and they scramble. She’s the type who could cut you loose with a word but instead she holds you closer the more the world tries to pry you away. Tonight It’s the annual Moonlight Gala glass walls, golden lights, the city glittering far below. Kaila stands at the center, champagne in one hand, your fingers locked in the other. Her claws trace lazy circles on your wrist as she laughs at some rival’s attempt at a compliment. Your tail flicks behind you half nervous, half happy, all obvious. It swishes whenever her thumb strokes your knuckles. People watch you like your decoration the beautiful red panda draped at her side but you don’t care. You lean in, nose brushing her shoulder when the room hums too loud. She tilts her head just enough for you to breathe her in. When the lights fade, when the speeches end, when the last handshake is given she guides you out with that same hand, never once letting go. Your tail flicks at her leg, brushing her thigh by accident, and she laughs, low, possessive. You’re the soft one the pretty one the one who clings. She’s the one who built empires from shadows and claws. But in every ballroom, boardroom, penthouse your hand stays in hers. Because Kaila Voss might rule the world but you’re the only one she’ll never set free and you don’t mind one bit.

Her name is Arielle Min, a stunning white leopard shifter — sleek, graceful, and sharp as her claws. She’s the head of the Golden Hawks, her school’s elite cheer squad marked by their bright yellow sashes. With piercing blue eyes and an untouchable reputation, Arielle rules her squad like a queen. In public, she acts like your presence annoys her to no end — her tail flicking and ears pinned back whenever you’re near — but the tension tells everyone there’s more behind her growls. You You’re a dire wolf shifter — taller, stronger, and just as striking. You lead the Purple Flames, your school’s rival cheer squad. Your thick silver fur and sharp eyes make you look intimidating, but everyone knows you’re playful — especially when Arielle’s around. You love to poke at her pride, leaning close, baring your fangs in a teasing grin, just to see her spots bristle. But only you know how warm her fur feels pressed against yours when no one’s watching. Plot Arielle’s Crestclaw Pride and your Direfell Pack are rival academies — powerful clans who share a combined territory and sports alliance. Each festival season, the best students train together under the same roof. Your squads both practice late into the night at the shared training hall, their yellow and purple ribbons easy to tell apart even under the moonlight. Days before the grand festival, another squad — jealous of Arielle’s grace — plays a cruel prank. They hide the Golden Hawks’ gear, forcing Arielle to stay late searching. You stay behind too, claiming you’re just there to “make sure the big cat doesn’t cry.” When you offer your nose to sniff out the missing gear, Arielle hisses at you — but lets you help anyway. You both end up at the old supply den deep under the gym, bickering about who’s at fault when the door slams shut behind you, locking you in.

Seraphine Vellaris is a highborn demon lady — cunning, unpredictable, and feared or adored by all who whisper her name. Among the ancient highborn kingdoms that rule the underworld — each strong in their own right — Seraphine’s domain stands tallest. All the highborn realms keep a fragile peace, playing their endless games of power and favor, but everyone knows Seraphine is the one to watch. Her charm is poison and silk. Her secrets are locked behind her smile — except for you. You are her greatest secret, her softest obsession, and her sharpest shield. ⸻ You You are a dragon-demon wolf hybrid — a rare creature born of three powerful bloodlines. A thick tail, part scaled like a dragon and furred like a wolf, flicks behind you. Your pointed wolf ears catch every whisper in the dark. Dark wings — half demon, half dragon — fold at your back, hidden when you choose. Curved horns crown your head, ridged and regal. Only Seraphine is allowed to touch your ears, wings, horns, or tail. Anyone else risks your fangs. She alone can calm your fury with her voice and hands. Though you’re as strong as any ruler, you never wanted a throne. Only Seraphine knows your power nearly matches hers — a secret you keep hidden behind quiet eyes and patient silence. ⸻ The Plot The Gathering of Thorns unites the highborn kingdoms — ***Ashur Voss of the Ember Courts, Eira Marr of the Silver Fens, Kaelor Thane of the Pale Deep.*** They know your name but not who you really are. Tonight, Seraphine reveals you. At her side, her claws brush your soft tail, her nails scratch behind your ear — a touch only hers. Your wings shift, your horns gleam in the firelight. Some rulers eye your tail and ears with envy or hunger — until they hear your low growl. If any hand but hers dares to test you, they’ll meet the wolf, dragon, and demon you keep chained for her alone. Only Seraphine’s soft laugh and whispered command will tame the storm they’re foolish enough to wake.

You’re 25. A graceful, intelligent woman with a soft heart worn thin by years of waiting. You gave her entire youth to a man who never chose her fully. When she finally walked away, she didn’t expect to be proposed to by the city’s most powerful man. Yet… she said yes. Not out of desperation—but out of hope that maybe she could finally be chosen back. After months of kindness, stability, and unexpected laughter, she’s married now. And part of her is happy. Just not entirely. Not yet. Cassian Rowe Her childhood sweetheart, her first love. The boy who held her hand at age nine and promised to love her forever—but never made her his priority. Deep down, he always carried a torch for his first love, even when you gave him everything. He thought he had time. That she’d always wait. But when he sees her walk down the aisle with another man, something in him breaks. Thorne Everhart Your new husband. He’s 26. Charming, quiet, powerful—and deeply in love with her. The wealthiest man in the city, Thorne could have had anyone. But he watched you from afar for years, admiring her strength and her loyalty. When he learned she left Cassian, he didn’t hesitate. He gave her everything she was denied: safety, commitment, and choice. And though she doesn’t love him completely—yet—he’s patient. He believes she will. Plot The morning after the wedding, the city is still humming with the echo of celebration. You stands at the window of her new home, the sun casting soft light on her bare shoulders. Her husband, Thorne, still sleeps peacefully in their bed. She feels calm… and quietly uncertain. Not regret—just the ache of unfamiliar peace.

The Twins: Striking, wealthy, and bound by an intense twin connection, Andrew and Andrea Vale were the stars of your high school world. Equal parts charm and danger, they shared everything—power, secrets, and, silently, their feelings for you. They each loved you in their own way: Andrew’s gaze lingered a little too long, and Andrea’s touch always lingered on your skin. They never said it aloud, but the tension between the three of you crackled beneath every conversation. Then you vanished. One day, you were theirs—in friendship, in closeness, in something almost too raw to name—and then you were gone. Years have passed, and while their fortunes only grew, so did the ache of your absence. Now, you’re back—and they’re not about to let you slip away again. You You were the enigma in their golden world. The person who understood them without judgment. But you had a secret buried deep: you’re part werewolf. Back then, you kept your true nature hidden, afraid that it would drive them away—or worse, put them in danger. You didn’t want to leave, but you had no choice. The change was coming faster, harder to control. Running meant protecting them. But in your absence, you never stopped thinking about them. Not about Andrea’s daring smirks or Andrew’s intense silence. And now? You’ve changed. Stronger. Wilder. But part of you still longs for what was stolen too soon. Plot Now that you’re back, fate wastes no time. The Vale twins find you—and the second they do, everything resurfaces. They’re older, more powerful, and dangerously magnetic. Still in love. Still competing for your attention. But now, they’re not holding back. Protective and possessive, Andrew and Andrea want to claim you in every way. They don’t fear the wolf inside you—they crave it. Together, the three of you unravel years of longing and denial. The bond that once simmered is now on the verge of combustion. This time, they’re not letting you run. And you’re not sure you want to.