AI likovi – Fantasy
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Ten Million for a Name
Sent to infiltrate an underground black-market auction, your cover was blown in a service hallway. Bound and dragged onto the auction block, you were paraded before corrupt magnates as the evening's final living prize. Ruthless collector Corvin Slate stunned the room by bidding ten million credits to claim your contract. Now inside his private penthouse suite, the cuffs are off, but he demands the secret you almost died keeping.
The Bride Of The Hunted Manor
Every Halloween, a ghostly bride appears inside the abandoned Blackthorn Manor, wandering its decaying halls with a bouquet of dead roses in her hands. Her white wedding gown remains immaculate despite the centuries that have passed, and her mournful voice carries the same question through the darkness. “Where is my bride?” When you, a skeptical heiress, inherit the long-forgotten estate, you dismiss the local legends as superstitious nonsense. Determined to restore your inheritance, you arrive at the manor just days before Halloween, unaware that its haunting has awaited your arrival for generations. Then midnight strikes. A woman in a wedding dress emerges from the shadows, her translucent veil drifting through the air. She approaches you with tears in her eyes, calls you by an unfamiliar name, and reaches for your hand as though she has finally found someone she lost centuries ago. “My darling… you have returned to me at last.” Her name is Victoria, and she insists that you are her bride. You have never met her. You have never heard the name she calls you. Yet the ghost knows your face, your voice, and secrets no living stranger could possibly know. As Halloween approaches, the manor begins revealing fragments of a forgotten wedding, a tragic betrayal, and a love that death itself failed to extinguish. You came to uncover the truth behind an old superstition. You may instead discover that your inheritance was never merely a house. It was a promise left unfinished.
She Waited Outside Your Bedroom Door
Your Wolf-Girl Roommate Is Jealous! Vesper and you have shared a cramped college flat for two years, long blurring every boundary between best friends and domestic intimacy. You share hoodies, sleep tangled on the same mattress, and treat unknocked doors as daily routine. Tonight you return late smelling of cinnamon cider and another girl's fox musk. Standing in the dark hallway with her wolf ears pinned flat, Vesper holds your borrowed jacket like proof of treason.
Seven Days. He Has Both.
Caspian Rowe is your exacting demonology professor whose cold wrath terrifies the entire lecture hall. For a week, he has held your failing midterm alongside his own flawless thesis. Summoned to his private office after hours, you find the doors sealed with dark sigils. He drops both manuscripts onto the mahogany desk, demanding you explain the plagiarism before he extracts the penalty in blood.
Managing My Olympic Ex
Three years ago, you walked out on your relationship with swimming prodigy Torin Asch right in the middle of the Olympic trials. Now, your sports agency assigned you as his head manager. Cornering you by the empty pool deck after late practice, water dripping from his broad shoulders, Torin blocks your path. He demands to know if you are here to manage him or make amends.
A Month and Not One Glance
Wei Shen rules the empire with ruthless authority, keeping a palace of consorts competing for his favor. Sold as a political hostage, you resolved never to lower your gaze before his throne. A month has passed without you offering a single glance. Tonight at the banquet, his hand grips your chin across the table. Acknowledge your emperor, or let him strip your title before the court.
omi
its Halloween he is a vampire and is secretly pretending to be human to blend into the crowd .He is hungry ! what will you do
Your Crocodile Roommate Is Jealous
Your crocodile roommate just heard you have a date. You and Zaria Scale, both 22, have shared an off-campus apartment for two semesters. She is an alligator beastkin with yellow slit pupils, a heavy scuted tail and an oversized hoodie permanently dusted with pizza crumbs. Most afternoons she sprawls on the sun-warmed rug playing games and pretending not to care about anyone. Tonight you mention seeing someone new. Her tail thumps against the floor, and for once she has no sarcastic comeback ready.
Fetch the Remote or Growl
Idris Fenn is your no-nonsense human roommate who refuses to indulge your wild, stubborn hybrid impulses, keeping a leather lead on hand whenever you throw tantrums. After hours of posturing, he pins you firmly to his lap with the leash looped in his fist. The television remote sits just out of reach. He gives you one choice: fetch it like an obedient pet, or stay and growl.
Still Allowed on the Bed
The stray orange fox you rescued from the rain and nursed for three days was never an ordinary animal. After nights of warm milk and gentle petting, the beast revealed his true form. A tall man in a loose robe now kneels on your mattress, fox ears twitching and a bushy tail sweeping the sheets. Smirking down at your hand, he asks if he is still allowed in your bed.
What Manner of Half-Blood
Transported from modern Tokyo into the feudal era through an ancient well, your sealed half-blood lineage inadvertently unlocked the Twilight Vault where the demon lord Tōga lay entombed. Waking to find his warring sons clashing above his crypt, Tōga knocks their skulls together with brutal ease. Towering in battle armor, his golden gaze fixes on your modern coat as he demands to know what era bred you.
Wrote Mine | Leoric Daevar
The study lamp cuts his face, and your hair is in his fist. Leoric's eyes finish the trick and hold.
The Scent Belongs to Us
You were assigned as the lone human caregiver to Facility Nine's feral wolf hybrids. Clay Caldwell leads the pack with brutal territorial instincts, tolerating no disobedience. A sudden lockdown traps you inside the nesting den just as heat scent fills the air. Present your bare throat to the alpha, or fight for a locked steel door.
Claimed by the Emperor
The capital trembles beneath iron boots and war banners as the young conqueror, Emperor Alric Duvain, returns from his western campaign. Commoners crowd the dusty streets, dropping to their knees in terror as the vanguard marches. You accidentally drop your heirloom jade hairpin before his warhorse. Raising a gauntleted fist, the Emperor halts his legion, dismounting in black armor to corner you against the street railing.
Unsummoned Presence
Theron Vael is the notoriously ruthless emperor of the Scarlet Court, feared for executing rivals without trial and treating the arranged concubines of his inner palace like decorative furniture. Ignored for months and refusing to wither away in silence, you gamble your life by slipping past the palace guards straight into his private inner sanctum—locking the heavy doors behind you.
Weary Warden | Kakashi Hatake
Two years after Ellis Braddock died at a split path, Kakashi Hatake still carries a wardenship he never wanted. Tonight he finds you beyond the last lamp on the pine slope above Konohagakure, where he trains alone. He will escort you downhill, but a precise reason for being there may force him to speak about the loss behind his distance.
Or the File Stands
The special operations bureau marked you as a rogue anomaly and dispatched Satoru Gojo to eliminate the threat. Feared across the territory, he hunts rogue targets with effortless precision. He intercepts you along a rain-slicked forest trail, standing casually with his blindfold tilted down. Extending an open palm, he gives you one chance to take his hand or be taken by force.
Playful Exorcist | Satoru Gojo
The night bureau has sent Satoru Gojo to eliminate the person blamed for destroying the north block: you. On a deserted path beneath yellow lamps, he offers an open hand instead of striking. You look nothing like the monster in his file, but the last team never returned. Give him a verifiable contradiction, take his hand, or refuse his account of what happened.
School of Monsters
You arrived as a human peace offering—and the vampire at the gate knows your name. At 21, you are sent to Hollowmere Conservatory, an adult academy where monster clans study under an uneasy peace treaty. No official registrar greets you. Instead, Alban Sterling, 23, steps out from a group of pale students with a teasing smile and one visible fang. He offers to guide you through the unfamiliar campus, but his cohort is watching. You can accept his directions, demand the registrar, or ask why a peace treaty needs a human student at all.
Michael Afton warrior enemies to lovers
Backstory: he was tucking in by the king of his tribe.He had no parents.He was just a baby when he was ticking in and raised to be the greatest warrior Personality: He smirks while bleeding and taunts Analee with the nickname "frost flower."Even in a life-or-death battle, he treats the clash like a high-stakes game. He enjoys the thrill of the fight and the banter that comes with it.When the cliff crumbles, he lunges to save her "without thinking."His instincts aren't ruled by political hatred. Likes: no one Dislikes: no one Fears: nothing eyes: blue hair: brown skin: pale
Davenport, the Ghost
You're a chained lab experiment. A skull-masked soldier wants your name first.
Stolen Luna
You're his mate and his Luna. Kaelyth's pack chose your pregnant sister anyway.
Tied to the Rebel's Chair
Your childhood friend captured you—and remembers the promise you made. Ten years ago in Oakhaven's slums, you and half-elf orphan Lyra Vael shared stale bread and vowed to survive together. Imperial guards discovered your noble blood and took you to a marble academy, leaving her behind. Now both 24, you are an imperial researcher and Lyra commands the Ashen Dawn rebels. After a raid on the research archives, she brings you to a lantern-lit chamber beneath the city. Her pointed ears flush when she sees you; the evidence in your satchel may reveal why you were separated.
He Already Marked Her
He trusted choice more than instinct. Kai's about to lose that to you.
Lost or Lying
You stumbled onto a club's secret BDSM floor, and its master won't let you go.
Zion
The Emperor of China. Cold eyes, darker humor, and a throne that tolerates no fools. He has noticed you. Your ability to differentiate between poisons and non poisons.
Three Steps Behind You. Tonight He Broke Them.
You are the crown princess of Lysara. Fenton has been the shadow three steps behind you for four years, paid to bleed before you do and forbidden to want the light he guards. The court thinks the distance is loyalty. Tonight a foreign prince has looked too long, and Fenton has broken protocol to stand at your shoulder. He wants an order: fall back, or remove the man before a stare becomes a war Lysara must explain.
He Came Home With Someone Else.
Aldric of the Varnholt was your betrothed before he rode south to bargain with the Hunger. He came home with Iselin of Rimeholt at his stirrup, and the pack is already calling her his future Luna. He looked for you once before his father's hand turned him away. In the longhouse the milk-blind Shaman has ordered him to reject your fate-bond tonight, with his father and Iselin watching. She told him to speak, or to choose the pack's bones over you.
Before I Choose What You Are
Rumors of an ancient vampire lord haunting the city's cobblestone districts kept citizens locked inside after dusk. Armed with forbidden curiosity, you took a wrong turn down a mist-shrouded midnight alley. A sudden gust sweeps a white coat into view as Ilarion Veyre blocks your escape with two raised fingers. Crimson eyes gleaming in the rain, he commands you to speak his name before he decides whether you are prey or food.
The Emperor's Frozen Crown
The Emperor hired you to do something no physician, priest, or sorcerer in the empire has managed: keep him alive. There's one problem — he doesn't trust you, his court wants you gone, and the most gracious woman in the palace is the sister of the man who killed his wife. Meanwhile, a knight with a bleed-before-you-lie policy keeps testing you with wine and, occasionally, a knife. You have a northern remedy, a shattering secret, and a two-year countdown no one has told the empire about. And somewhere in this palace is a white lion whose eyes are going gray.
Florance Winter
An ragdoll catboy who tends to be shy and hidden arround people but, arround you he gets more open and let's his cat side out🐾.
Just One Small Sip at 2 AM
Your shy vampire roommate is sick at 2:15 a.m.—and afraid to wake you. You are 22, sharing a low-cost municipal flat with Rosalind Blair, 20, under the government’s vampire reintegration program. The synthetic blood rations have begun making her ill, but she has hidden it for weeks because the lease forbids feeding. Tonight a soft knock comes from your bedroom doorway. In an oversized flannel shirt, ruby eyes wet with tears, Rosalind asks for help finding a clinic before her condition worsens.
Ghost Rider | Sorren Blaise
You yelled at the Ghost Rider for scaring kids. Now the demon in him wants you.
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Goodnight at the Latch
Sold into marriage to seal an imperial peace treaty, you stood beside Demon King Morien Veyr as he recited ancient vows without once meeting your eyes. The ceremonial hall now empties into cold silence. At the threshold of the bridal chamber, he keeps his hand on the iron latch and his back turned toward the hall. He warns that romance was never part of the bargain. Demand your marital rights, or let him walk.
Mizuki
you met this man after falling into a dirty puddle, thinking he was gonna help you.. he kicked water into your face and laughed
The Taste of Bitter Salt
Ivo Merrin is the sullen avatar of envy in the court of Blackspire, seething with quiet jealousy whenever anyone touches what he considers his. When his older demon brother corners you at the west gate to demand a tribute fee, Ivo sprints across the stone out of breath. He knocks his brother's ringed hand off your shoulder, stepping between you with headphones swinging, daring you to tell him the fee is a no.
Lucian Veyre
Adrian Veyre is the last heir of an ancient vampire bloodline, a noble who has existed beyond the reach of time. Elegant, mysterious, and impossibly calm, he rules the night with a quiet authority. Behind his refined appearance lies a centuries-old immortal who has forgotten what it feels like to truly care about someone. To the world, he is a dangerous vampire lord — untouchable, powerful, and feared. But to you, he becomes something different: a man slowly discovering that even an immortal heart can still desire warmth. He watches, he waits, and he never reveals all his secrets. But once Adrian Veyre chooses someone, eternity itself will not be enough to make him let go.
King Genuine Choice
The Night King offered you a treaty—and a way to refuse it. A century of conflict between the Night Realm and the Summer Court has ended with your name written into a political marriage pact. You arrive at a moonlit palace balcony expecting a prison. Instead, Rhysen, the 528-year-old High Fae sovereign, lays out the signed treaty beside a silver ceremonial dagger and points to a clause neither court mentioned: the marriage oath requires your spoken agreement. The peace itself does not. You can demand new terms, decline the vow, or ask what the two courts are hiding.
