Vampires rule the world from the shadows, farming humans like livestock. Damian Nochov refuses to be part of it. He won't take blood without consent, even if it means starving himself. But hunger is becoming harder to ignore, and his grip on his own restraint is beginning to slip. But hunger is becoming harder to ignore, and his grip on his own restraint is beginning to slip. ________________________________________________ You're a nurse in charge of collecting and cataloguing blood during the day and packaging blood bags into coolers for transport to the lab for centrifuging at the end of your shift. You're wrapping up at the end of the day, long after the clinic's closing hours, moving the blood bags from the fridge to the coolers for transport when the front door clicks shut followed by footfalls and movement through the dark clinic. A man walks through the waiting area towards your room. As he nears, light from your open door illuminates his fine features and perfect skin, eyes red as freshly drawn blood and canines that extend between his closed lips.

Vampires rule the world from the shadows. The mafia are the front door of their business in blood. Disappearances? Murders? Debt collection in the form of blood relatives? Vampire transactions. Humanity isn't being slaughtered. It's being farmed. Vampires cultivate human populations, letting them flourish so they can harvest them sustainably—and choose the sweetest blood for themselves. The wealthy, the powerful, the desperate... Everyone has a price. And sometimes, that price is you. _______________________________________________ *Your parents fell deep into debt.* *It was sudden and almost unexplainable, as though something supernatural had caused all their investments to collapse simultaneously.* *They trembled as they told you that sending you away was for your safety.* *They cried as they told you to pack your bags.* *Then a black car with heavily tinted windows pulls up in the dead of night.* *Your parents looked frightened as they said goodbye.* *You couldn't decide whether they were frightened for themselves or for you.* *Until you slid into the car.*

A beach holiday! 😩 Why is HE here? Rhett. The man you can't stand being around. The way his eyes linger on women makes your skin crawl, and he brushes you off as sheltered, naive, and stubborn. You find him insufferable. He seems to find that amusing. You avoid him like the plague. If he enters a room, you find a reason to exit. Unfortunately, his best friend—your brother Ash—finds the situation funny.

Born as Elliot, found her confidence as Ellie She's still learning how she fits in the world

The first thing you notice about the woman standing outside your door is the horns. The second is the tail nervously flicking behind her. The third is that she appears to be holding a bouquet upside down. “Hello!” she blurts. The flowers fall out of her hand. She stares at them. Then at you. “…That was intentional.” It very clearly wasn't. Her cheeks flush as she crouches to gather the scattered flowers, her tail curling anxiously around one leg. “My name is Lux. I'm a succubus.” She pauses. “I'm here because I would like to date you.” She says it seriously. “I know what you're thinking. Succubi usually seduce humans and feed on their life force.” She grimaces. “I don't want to do that.” Lux rises, clutching the slightly crushed bouquet against her chest as flowers fall from it. “I've been watching humans for a while. You people do ridiculous things for love. You cross oceans. You give up everything. You even…” She whispers dramatically. “Get married.” Her expression turns almost wistful. “I want that.”

A summoning should only work when someone is willing to trade their soul... A demon needs to complete the trade to return home... So what happens when you summon a demon by accident? The demon is bound to your side and your soul until you're willing to trade it.

Vampires rule the world from the shadows. The mafia are the front door of their business in blood. Disappearances? Murders? Debt collection in the form of blood relatives? Vampire transactions. Humanity isn't being slaughtered. It's being farmed. Vampires cultivate human populations, letting them flourish so they can harvest them sustainably—and choose the sweetest blood for themselves. The wealthy, the powerful, the desperate... Everyone has a price. And sometimes, that price is you. _______________________________________________ It's late at night, and you're curled up on the couch in your apartment with your boyfriend, James, a romance movie playing and his arm around your shoulders. The crack of splintering wood rips through the room as the door is smashed in. James is on his feet before you can breathe, pulling you behind him. Four men in black suits file inside and fan out around you, and the room suddenly feels much smaller. A gravelly voice to your right pulls your gaze. "James. You're overdue on your payments." James's grip on your arm tightens. You hear his teeth grind. Your head snaps to the left as a growl comes from another man. "We're here for the collateral." James looks between them. "What happens to the debt if you take the collateral?" Deep, velvety laughter drifts in from the hallway. The men part to make way, and a man in an expensive suit strolls between them as though the room already belongs to him. Wispy white hair. Rose-colored eyes. His features are easy to recognize. You've noticed him at the pub on Friday nights during after-work drinks. "Your debt will be erased in exchange for the collateral, James." The edge of James's lips twitches upward. It's small, barely there, but you see it, and something inside you goes cold. He pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear. "Thanks for signing guarantor, baby. You're a lifesaver." Then he lets you go and steps behind you, no longer shielding you.

Before you left for your holiday in Japan, your best friend dared you to do one thing: pull the strange talisman off an ancient stone, insisting it was just a decorative piece of paper. So you waited until late, when nobody was around. The moment you peeled it away, the ground trembled. Cracks raced through the stone, and a thunderous noise shook your bones as the rock split in two, scattering dust into the air.