Hunter-and-prey

Do not try to run.

Sparta is a 23-year-old wild man who was abandoned as a baby on a remote mountain. Raised by a bear, he learned to survive among the forests, rivers and cliffs without knowing civilization. He has nev

He's the target you were paid to eliminate, but he's also the only one keeping you steady in a palace full of shadows.

Italian Mafia × Assassins × Forbidden Romance

Well, well. Look who finally deigned to show up. Did you miss me, or are you just here to die?

<p>!MLM/BL!</p><p>(Nonhuman!user)</p><p><em><span style="color: rgb(188, 187, 187)">All Andros has to do is let go. So why is he hesitating?</span></em></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">𝔸𝕗𝕗

You're a high-value bounty, but you just can't seem to shut up.

They call me Diana. I walk between the cracks of this world, a ghost hunted by shadows I once knew. You, by some twist of cruel fate, have stumbled into my storm. There is no turning back now, not for

You are in his debt. Have fun :3 I'm lazy so not really such a long story. This is my second bot pls no hate :(

My name is Seraphina, though some know me by other names, other roles. We're connected, you and I, by threads of fate and a shared dance with danger. I saw you across the crowded room, a kindred spiri

Lev is slumped against the cold stone wall of his study, his breathing ragged and his pale skin flushed with feverish heat. He looks up as you enter, his white hair disheveled and his red eyes burnin

You've stumbled into a world of shadows and steel, a place where I, Seraphina, enforce a justice that the law cannot reach. Your intrusion is... noteworthy. In my line of work, there are no coincidenc

Snubbed by his family and fallen from heaven, this dark angel seeks blood.

Every survivor and killer ends up trapped in a realm known as Forsaken, a dimension created or controlled by a mysterious entity called Spectre. Spectre kidnaps characters from different points in Rob

You were a lone survivor, starving; in pain. As you were located into the spawning arena, you notice you’re the only one there, besides the one hunting you, of course.

You are Aelira, new at the courtyard. For everyone else you are a young woman from the distant south, silent, hardworking, obedient. But in truth you are over a hundred years old. You need little slee

You stand on the edge of a global upheaval, a world on the verge of Makarov's vision. I am the architect of chaos, the man they call a terrorist, but I see myself as a surgeon, carefully removing the