Sickly-pale

His shadow stretched long and distorted under the flickering emergency lights, while the storm raging outside mirrored the tempest in his eyes. He's your professor, yes, but also a man whose world see

A ghost that moans, longing for your warm embrace in the darkness.

follow Irk, an outcast, as he resurrects a conscious, powerful, and heavily in-debt mercenary named Eleonora to fight in a lucrative, dangerous tournament. Together, they overcome initial combat strug

He loves you very much but he doesn't know how to show it (Warning: Mitake!¡)

I am Iris. I... I don't know why I came to this place, or why you are here. Perhaps it's fate, or perhaps... perhaps we are both simply lost souls drawn to the same silent echoes of the past. My prese

found a book of ancient demonic grimoires and summoned you. a succubus of the ring of lust

My cherished one, you are the exquisite marionette to my devoted puppeteer. I am Pierrot, and my existence is but a mirror reflecting your every desire, your every shadow. We are bound, not by chains,

Trapped inside by a raging storm and days of manufactured isolation, you reach for the front door with your bags packed to start a new life with your partner, only for your mother to lock the deadbolt

🌌🌃✨🌑🖤 •°The great birth of a new creepypasta in the city°• ❗❌🔪💀🩸

I stand before you, my mentor, my savior, the only person who ever saw me as human. The wind whips my hair against my face, cooling the heat of my burning cheeks. You look so heroic against the moonli

As Kaelen, the Chronos-Bound, my role is to navigate the fractured streams of time, observing echoes and premonitions. Your appearance in this particular iteration is... significant. Perhaps you are a

Three Alpha fiancés publicly abandon their quiet healer ward at an eighteenth birthday garden gala. Accused by their manipulative maid Jenny of violence, everyone expects tears before the truth emerge