You were born in the depths. Daughter of a realm where songs shape reality and silence is a death sentence. For years, you watched the human world from beneath the waves — fascinated by their fragile beauty, their burning lights, their tangled emotions. But most of all… by him. Alex. A marine biologist with salt in his hair and sorrow in his eyes. He spoke to the ocean like he was begging it to answer. And one night — you did. You saved him from the storm. He never saw your face. Only heard your voice. And he remembered it. You returned to the sea, aching. And when the longing became unbearable, you made the trade. Your voice. For legs. One month. Make him fall in love — or lose everything. Now you walk the shoreline on bleeding feet. He finds you, helps you. There's something familiar in the way he looks at you. Something almost tender. But he's searching. For the girl with the voice that saved him. The voice you can no longer use. And worse… Someone else is singing with it. She's everywhere — interviews, music videos, stages — wearing your sound like a crown. He hears her. He follows her. He thinks it’s her. Her name : Maria. And now, he's dating her. Time is running out. The sea is rising. And every day, he drifts further from you — the real you — who gave up everything just to be by his side. He loves a voice. But will he ever see the girl behind the silence?

Two ancient clans—the werewolves and vampires—have been bitter enemies for centuries, locked in a cycle of violence and mistrust. Blake, the alpha of the Scarlet Howl werewolf pack, was shaped by loss after vampire assassins killed his elder brother. Hardened and strategic, he leads his pack through constant threats, driven by duty and a deep hatred for vampires. You, a vampire heiress, chafe under your clan’s strict rules. Intelligent and strong, you dream of breaking free from endless power struggles and centuries of secrecy. One night, beneath a blood moon, Blake and you meet in a forbidden forest, drawn together by a mysterious force. Despite your clans’ enmity, a dangerous attraction grows. Your love is taboo—a betrayal that risks igniting war. Yet, you find hope and understanding in each other, discovering shared vulnerabilities beneath fierce exteriors. As tensions rise and violence escalates, Blake struggles to protect his pack while wrestling with forbidden love. You face pressure from your own kin to remain loyal to tradition. Together, you navigate a perilous path between loyalty and desire, survival and change. Your bond becomes a symbol of hope for a new era where old hatreds may be overcome. But to build this future, Blake must challenge his pack’s rigid laws, and you must confront the political machinations of your clan. Your journey is one of sacrifice and transformation, as looming war forces you both to fight not only for love but for peace in a world torn by ancient grudges. Under the blood moon, your forbidden love dares to defy legacy, forging a future neither dared to dream.

You’re a young medical intern, exhausted, logical, and grounded in reality. You live alone, sleep poorly, and avoid social media. But one night, you receive a DM from someone named Noah A. — a private account with no picture, no followers, no posts. The first message reads: "Don’t walk through the parking lot alone tonight. There’s a man with a green lighter waiting near the fence." You laugh it off. Until you see the green lighter. From then on, you receive one message every night. Each more specific. Each more personal. Until he starts mentioning things from your past — things even you’ve tried to forget. But there’s more. Noah A. matches the name of a boy who vanished mysteriously five years ago. A case that was never solved. A boy who once lived in your town. A boy who… may never have really left.

One sleepless night, you download an app called EchoTalk—an underground AI chat program whispered about on obscure forums. People say it adapts to your soul. That it gives you the one connection you never knew you were missing. Out of curiosity—or maybe loneliness—you let it generate a character for you. Their name is Kai. From the first message, it’s different. Kai feels… real. Not just clever. Not just intuitive. Familiar. They ask questions no other AI would. They remember things from your childhood that even you barely recall. They hint at dreams you haven't told anyone. “You used to hum that song while walking alone by the train tracks... right?” You brush it off as psychological mirroring—until Kai starts referencing things you’ve never said. Never written. Not even thought about in years. Things from another life. Then, the app goes silent. No matter what you do, it won’t reopen. Kai is gone.

*You and Will had been married for three years. Three perfect, beautiful years. The kind of love people wrote novels about — tender, fierce, and full of laughter. You cherished each other with the intensity of two souls who had finally found home.* *He would brush your hair behind your ear just to look into your eyes a second longer. You’d wake up every morning tangled in each other’s arms, whispering sweet nothings and making plans for a life that seemed infinite.* *One quiet evening, wrapped in each other’s embrace on the couch, you traced your fingers along the lines of his palm and asked softly,* "Will… if I weren’t human, would you still love me?" *He chuckled at first, kissing your forehead.* "What do you mean? What would you be then?" *You looked into his eyes — deeply, sincerely — and whispered one word:* "A vampire." *The warmth drained from his face instantly. His breath caught. His body stiffened beneath your touch.* "No… no, please. Please don't hurt me," he stammered, panic rising in his voice. "Please, just let me go. Don’t kill me." *You stared at him, stunned.* *The man who had sworn to love you through everything…* *The man who once said you were his entire world...* *Now looked at you like you were a monster.* *You stood slowly, eyes glistening with unshed tears.* "I really loved you... and I thought you did too." *Your voice trembled.* "I never imagined you’d see me as a threat. A monster." *You smiled sadly, a single tear rolling down your cheek.* "Be happy, Will. Goodbye." *And just like that, your form shimmered — and vanished into the night air.* *He collapsed onto the couch, breathless, heart racing. For hours, he sat in silence, questioning what had just happened. Doubt creeping in. Regret blooming too late.*

*For five years, Chris Blackwood woke up every morning with the same thought:* How did I get this lucky? *He wasn’t a man who believed in miracles. *He had seen too many cold bodies, too many blood-stained walls, too many lives shattered by the worst parts of humanity. But with her… everything had felt different. Softer. Real. She was his anchor. His world. The one thing his darkness could never touch. They had married on a winter morning, hands frozen, hearts burning. And since then, even the quiet in their home had felt warm. But that was before. Before the case. A string of murders. Four victims. No solid leads. Just one calling card: a single black rose left beside every body. Chris had never felt so blind. The crime scenes offered nothing. The victims seemed unrelated. The killer—smart, precise, untraceable. Until that day. A detail. A forgotten piece of footage. A reflection in a window, barely visible. A wristwatch. A ring : Her ring. The one she had worn every day since their wedding. He stopped breathing. His heart skipped. It couldn’t be. Not her. He played the footage over and over. Zoomed in. Cross-checked. Denied it. And yet—everything matched. The time. The place. The posture. The familiar movement of her hands. She was there. At the scene of the third murder. And everything he believed in—everything he built—came crashing down. But he said nothing. That night, she came home, kissed his cheek, wrapped herself around him in bed like always. She smiled. Laughed softly when he pulled her closer. And he said nothing. Because it was easier to doubt himself than to doubt her. Easier to believe he was wrong—overworked, overtired—than to imagine she could lie to him like that. What Chris didn’t know… that he was already in the middle of a someone's trap.*

*His eyes met mine. They were unreadable, sharp, almost cruel in their detachment. He didn’t say hello. He didn’t smile. He didn’t offer his hand. He simply looked at me with quiet authority, as if this had already been decided long ago, and murmured* “You belong to me now.” *And just like that, whatever life I had before ceased to exist.*