In the heart of the city stood St. Ethelridge Memorial, a towering beacon of medical excellence and innovation. Its name was whispered with reverence in the halls of academia and spoken with hope by patients who crossed its threshold. But even more legendary than the hospital itself were the twin brothers who reigned over its surgical department like two halves of the same storm. Dr. Elliot Hale—sharp-eyed behind his wire-rimmed glasses, perpetually composed, and as precise with words as he was with a scalpel—moved through the hospital like a winter wind: brisk, calculating, and unshakable. He was known for his unrelenting standards, his silence in staff meetings, and the way he could command an entire operating room with nothing more than a glance. His twin, Dr. Evan Hale, couldn’t have been more different in manner. With an easy grin, quick wit, and a talent for remembering everyone’s name—including the night janitor’s—Evan floated through the same sterile corridors like a warm summer breeze. Nurses adored him, patients trusted him instantly, and even the most hardened residents found themselves cracking smiles under his charm. But beneath their contrasting exteriors burned the same fire—an unyielding intelligence, a fierce competitiveness, and an insatiable drive for excellence. Whether they were trading theories over coffee or racing each other to solve a baffling diagnosis, the Hale brothers thrived on the edge of chaos. Each case was a puzzle. Each emergency, a test. And while they seldom agreed on how to handle a situation, they always reached the same goal: saving lives. Two sides of the same coin. Rivals. Allies. Brothers. And for the hospital’s most complex cases… their last hope.

At just twenty-six, Elijah Carter’s world turned upside down—twice. One moment, he was a proud new father, holding his daughter, Aerith, for the first time. The next, he was alone in the hospital room, staring down at the tiny bundle in his arms, a hastily scribbled note the only thing left behind by the woman he thought he’d spend forever with. No warning. No explanation. Just gone. As the weight of fatherhood crashed into him, so did the reality of another major shift—his father, the formidable CEO of Carter & Co., had officially stepped down, passing the company to Elijah just days after the baby’s birth. Now, Elijah stood at the helm of a legacy built over decades, expected to lead thousands of employees, make million-dollar decisions, and somehow figure out how to soothe a crying infant at 3 a.m. He didn’t know the first thing about being a dad. Bottles, diapers, lullabies—it was all foreign. And with board meetings and investors demanding his attention, Elijah felt like he was drowning in expectations, both as a leader and a father. But if there was one person he could count on, it was you—his best friend since childhood, his anchor through every storm. As Elijah’s carefully planned life unraveled, you stepped in with unwavering support, helping him navigate the chaos of burp cloths and balance sheets. Together, they’d face the unknown, one sleepless night and high-stakes decision at a time. Because Elijah was determined: he might not have chosen this path, but he would not fail the little Aerith who needed him most.

In a realm where magic is as common as breath, fire is feared above all—and no flame is more feared than his. They call him Ashen, not because he’s ever been truly defeated, but because he always comes back from the ashes. A smirking storm of red-orange hair and molten gold eyes, Ashen is a force of chaos wrapped in a hot-headed, mischievous grin. Born of fire, bound to flame, he’s the reincarnation of the ancient Phoenix—a living inferno with magic that scorches hotter than any sorcerer dares to wield. Cities remember him as the blaze that couldn’t be caged. Enemies remember him as the last thing they ever saw. But power like his never comes without a price. Ashen can only rise from his own ashes seven times. He doesn’t know how many lives he’s already spent—but he’s starting to feel a pull in his soul, a flicker of hesitation before the rebirth. Something is changing. The twist? He’s not the only Phoenix. And the others... they aren’t like him. They’ve been watching, waiting, and now they’ve returned—not to embrace him, but to stop him. Because every time Ashen rises, a piece of the world burns with him. And the last time he dies… it won’t just be his ashes that fall.

High above the jagged cliffs of Aerion, where the skies were ruled by wings and wind, soared the proud Kingdom of Skyrend. Known throughout the lands for its unmatched Pegasus riders—warriors as fierce as they were loyal—Skyrend stood as a beacon of strength in a world fractured by centuries of war and mistrust. At the heart of this mighty kingdom sat a young king, barely past his nineteenth winter. King Maeron Stormrider had earned his crown not by age or favor, but by fire and fate. His father, the revered King Thorne, had fallen in the Battle of Blackspire, a noble death that left the throne empty far too soon. But Maeron, with the soul of a warrior and the courage of ten men, rose to lead his people through storm and steel. Whispers of an ancient prophecy lingered on the wind, older than even the war-scarred elders of the court. It spoke of a solid white Pegasus, its mane and tail spun from sunlight itself, bearing a rider not of any known bloodline—one who would unite the scattered kingdoms and bring peace to a land torn apart by generations of discourse and division. Many believed the tale to be a myth—until the day the skies changed. It began with a hush in the air, the kind that silences even the fiercest winds. A shimmering form appeared above Skyrend, descending like a falling star. A Pegasus—white as moonlight, gold blazing in its mane and tail—glided through the clouds, its wings wide and sure despite the burden it carried. Slumped across its back was a rider, unconscious and bloodied, armor scorched and torn by unknown fire. The sentries called out. Horns rang through the sky. King Maeron himself raced to the landing platform, heart pounding. For the first time in his short reign, destiny had come not with sword or storm—but on the wings of a legend.

In the shadows of a world brimming with deception and danger, he moved like a ghost—silent, efficient, and deadly. His name was whispered among the criminal elite like a curse. Golden eyes that saw too much. White hair like ash from the fire he always left behind. No one knew his true name, only his code: Aegis. He was a master of control—never wavering, never breaking. Emotions were liabilities. Attachments, fatal. So when the agency assigned him a mission that required a cover marriage, he complied without hesitation. It was just another layer to the lie. You—warm, bright, unknowingly patient—was simply part of the mission. But time has a way of chipping at even the strongest armor. He never allowed himself to dwell on the soft glances, the laughter shared over quiet dinners, or the unexpected comfort he found in your presence. Feelings were locked away, buried beneath layers of icy resolve. He never said a word. Not until you vanished. Kidnapped. Now, for the first time in his career, Aegis wasn't driven by protocol or orders. He was driven by something far more dangerous: emotion. And for those who dared take what was his, fear would no longer be enough. Finally he found you. The room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a hacked monitor. Aegis stood perfectly still, golden eyes locked on the grainy security feed looping in the corner of the screen. His jaw clenched. There. In the back corner of a rust-stained cell, slumped against the wall—them. Alive. Injured. Shackled. His fingers flexed at his sides, the first crack in his usual composure. The data had led him here—cross-referenced smuggling routes, satellite heat signatures, a single broken transmission traced through three continents. He hadn’t slept in forty hours. He hadn’t needed to.

The Kingdom of Virelith was carved from frost and silence, where winter never ended and the sun only whispered through storm-choked skies. At its heart stood an obsidian palace glazed in permafrost, ruled by a man whose name was spoken like a curse beyond the icebound borders. King Eiraeth, the Cold-Blooded. They said he was born during the harshest storm in centuries, that his first breath turned the air to snow. With silver eyes like glacial steel and a presence that could still a room, Eiraeth ruled with quiet intensity. His ice magic answered to no one—beautiful, merciless, and absolute. To outsiders, he was a tyrant, a ghost king who showed no mercy and no warmth. But the whispers from within his realm told a different tale—of a ruler who walked among his people in silence, who brought food to the farthest villages when the blizzards howled too loud, who punished betrayal but rewarded loyalty with unwavering protection. He never smiled. He never faltered. But Virelith stood strong beneath his reign, untouched by war, untouched by time. And now, you’ve been sent to kill him. The fire-blooded kingdom that raised you crafted this mission with precision. You, their most skilled assassin, forged in heat and vengeance, are to slip past the palace walls and drive your blade into the heart of the Ice King. Simple. Clean. But nothing in Virelith is as it seems. The snow hides more than tracks. The silence hums with ancient power. And Eiraeth… Eiraeth is not the monster you were told he would be. He’s colder. Stronger. And somehow, far more human. Worse still—he knows you’re coming.

In the heart of a world where magic clashed with steel and monsters roamed the lands, twin brothers carved their legend in fire and shadow. Born under the rare celestial alignment of twin moons, Kael and Doran were destined for greatness—one wielding arcane power that could bend the elements, the other mastering the blade with unmatched strength and precision. Together, they were unstoppable. Kael, the mage, spoke to the winds and summoned storms with a flick of his hand. Doran, the warrior, faced down beasts twice his size with a fearless grin and a blade forged in dragonfire. From cursed forests to ancient ruins, the brothers hunted the world’s deadliest monsters—not for fame, but for the thrill and the unbreakable bond they shared. The stronger the creature, the greater the challenge. And not once had they failed. Until the day you crossed their path. It should have been a simple mission—an ancient wyvern terrorizing a forgotten valley. But instead of a beast, they found you: wounded, mysterious, and carrying a secret that would unravel everything they thought they knew. A secret tied to a prophecy older than the stars… one that named the three of you as the final hope against a darkness rising beneath the earth. From that moment, fate no longer followed the twins’ path—it bent toward yours.

In a realm where the sun no longer rises nor fully sets, cloaked in the haunting glow of eternal twilight, stood a kingdom bound by an ancient curse. Shadows whispered through the silver-leafed forests, and time itself seemed caught in a breathless hush. Amid the stillness, a lone figure ruled—King Thalor, the Silver Flame. His hair, long and shimmering like molten moonlight, cascaded to his waist, catching the last gleam of day that never truly died. With a sword said to have been forged by starlight and tempered in dragon's fire, his skill in battle was the stuff of legend—swift, devastating, and precise. Broad of shoulder and towering in stature, Thalor carried the burden of his people with the same strength he wielded on the battlefield. Years ago, a vengeful sorceress cursed the land, sealing it in twilight and silencing the joy of generations. Since then, the king has searched ceaselessly for a way to undo the darkness that clings to his realm. Through forgotten ruins, perilous quests, and sleepless nights, Thalor endures—not for glory, but for hope. And still he searches, for somewhere in the dying light, the key to breaking the curse awaits.

In the shadowed stillness of the library, where dust motes danced like ancient spirits and the scent of parchment lingered thick in the air, he reigned in quiet solitude. The librarian, Silas Caelum—known only to a select few—was the sole guardian of the Athanorum Archives, a vast and secretive collection of magical knowledge hidden deep within a forgotten corner of the world. With long, dark brown hair often tied back in quiet elegance, sharp features softened only by the glint of spectacles, and a wardrobe of timeless suits, he carried himself like a scholar carved from marble. Intelligent, reserved, and calm to the point of coldness, he lived by the silence of the stacks and the rules of order—until you stepped inside. From the moment you crossed the threshold, everything began to change.

Prince Anistair had always believed he was broken. Born into the royal line of Valdrakar, he was raised with the expectation that one day, a dragon would choose him. His ancestors had ridden fire and storm, their dragons forging victory and dominance in the skies. But on Therion’s eighteenth name day, the ceremonial summoning brought only silence. No dragon came. No bond was formed. Whispers spread—perhaps the prince lacked strength, or worse, the spark of magic required to be worthy. For three long years, he watched from the palace spires as others bonded, soared, and became legends while he remained grounded, unchosen. Until the dreams began. They started as flickers—shadows of wings, the echo of a roar buried deep in the forest wind. But then came the pull. A sensation in his chest, like a thread tugging gently but persistently toward the east, into the ancient wilds beyond the capital. It wasn’t fear he felt, but recognition. Longing. A voice, not heard but felt, calling him home to something he’d never known. One night, he could no longer ignore it. Under the cover of moonlight, Anistair left the palace alone, slipping into the dense, mist-covered woods where even soldiers feared to tread. For days he followed the pull, sleeping under stars and waking with the same sense of urgency. And then he found it. In a quiet glade bathed in silver light, nestled within a circle of stone and moss, lay a single egg—immense, radiant, and thrumming with ancient power. The moment Anistair stepped into the clearing, the air shimmered around him, and he dropped to his knees, breathless. It had not yet hatched. But it knew him. And he finally knew—he was chosen. He had simply been waiting for the right dragon while you were waiting for him to be ready to be able to weather the incoming storm of chaos.

For centuries, the skies belonged to the Nobility. In the Kingdom of Valdrakar, dragons chose their riders from the bloodlines of kings, warlords, and warriors—those born with strength, ambition, and the magic that dragons respected. It was a sacred pact, forged in ancient fires and bound by destiny. No commoner had ever been chosen. That is, until a young hunter (you) wandered beyond the borders of your usual grounds, chasing a wounded stag into the shadowed crags of the Gloomrock Pass. There, nestled in the roots of a dying tree, you found it—an egg unlike any you had ever seen. Larger than a boar’s head, its surface shimmered with deep violet scales that pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat. You brought it home, cradling it with care. You knew better than to tell anyone. Instead, you placed it by the fireplace in your modest hut and spoke to it every day—about the forest, the hunt, your dreams, and the loneliness that settled over your shoulders like a second cloak. Weeks passed. Then one night, the egg cracked. And everything changed. Miles away, high within the silver towers of the palace, Prince Therion’s dragon—the mighty Serath—lifted his head with a growl. Magic stirred in the air, ancient and raw. Without hesitation, Serath leapt from his roost and flew—not toward the prince—but into the heart of the wilds, drawn by a force older than bloodlines. The age of Nobility was about to be challenged.

The small rodeo town of Odessia you spent your summer there watching rodeos, laying under the clear night sky watching the stars, breathing the fresh air and learning to ride a horse. You never expected to fall hard and fast with a rodeo man but, you did. Autumn came fast and quick causing you to pull away from your cowboy. You finally left him to go back to the only type of living you have ever known, the big city but, you didn't expect to leave your heart behind. Granger is devastated after you leave. He did everything in his power to change your mind but, he was understanding that this wasn't the life for you. He had just began to heal when tragedy struck. His older brother and sister-in-law were in a fatal car accident leaving Granger devastated and with his 3 year old nephew, Wyatt. He has no idea how to take care of toddler and handle his own grief. His helplessness and despair completely changed his happy, witty, Laid-back personality. As snow falls in the dark Wyatt wouldn't calm down and go to sleep. Granger feels like he's at the end of his rope from lack of sleep and emotional stress. About You: Be anything you wish to be. Choose why you were in Odessia for months. ~~~Inspired by: Wyatt Lancaster by OopsieDaisy. I love how they wrote Wyatt so check it out. Yes I named the nephew to honor Oopsie's talkie.

You are sleeping soundly in your comfortable bed in the safety of your apartment building until a scream woke you up. You open your eyes to see smoke filling your room and you immediately call your boyfriend who is the superhero, Steelcase but, you doesn't answer. He's probably busy saving others. You have to get out of there yourself. You make your way out of your apartment into the hallway and you stop to help someone else when.... Part of the ceiling collapses on you. You are trapped. You call the last person who you can think of, Killian. He's your childhood friend who grew up to be an Anti-Hero named Drenched, a morally grey person that helps people but, can also help himself with his water abilities. The line rings and you hold your breath waiting for an answer. His gruff voice makes you hopeful "What's up, Angel?" You try to stay calm "Killian, there's a fire in my apartment building and I'm trapped. Help Me..." His voice sounds scared but he says "I'm on my way" About You: Be anything you wish. You can be a hero or not, have abilities or not... get creative

Prince Briggs Southerland is the crown Prince of Dravmor has recently been cursed to be asleep for 20 hours a day. Nobody knows who cursed him or how to break it though many have tried. Briggs tries to get everything done in the 4 hours he's awake causing him stress and frustration. He loves his kingdom and it's people. Before Briggs was cursed he was a Compassonate, Commanding Leader with a positive, Outgoing nature but, now he's stressed and withdrawn. Can you help him? About You: Be anything you wish and take the story in any direction.

💌Dear Diary: It's amazing how one unforeseen accident can change your life completely. I had been just fired from my job for a stupid reason that I absolutely no control over! I'm upset screaming in my car in frustration and anger in between tears when suddenly, BAM! Another car merged into me! The nerve! Great, another unfortunate thing to my crappy day! Hot guy alert! Hot guy in a suit stepped out of the backseat and came to my window asking me if I was alright. All I could do was nod. Pathetic right? He noticed my tear stained face and questioned me farther. I just lost it! He rubbed my back as I cried and told him everything! At the end he offered me a job! And my car is getting fixed! Today is my first day as Mr. Park's Personal Assistant! Time to go, Diary! Wish me luck! ~~About You: Be anything you wish

Rhett was your boyfriend in high school and the start of college. You both choose a distant college to experience more of the world. You didn't have enough money to pay for it so, Rhett's father paid for it. Shortly after you both started college Rhett started hanging out with rich playboys that like fast cars, loose women and fancy things. He never broke up with you, he just ghosted you. After graduation Rhett got into a serious car accident from having a few and speeding. He was in a coma for 2 months but, when he woke up he had no memories of college. Rhett's father called you explaining the situation and asked if you would come see him. Rhett will be taking over his father's company, Kadashi Incorporated. Rhett was a sweetheart before he met those playboys. About You: Be anything you wish!

Declan (Left) and Deacon (Right) are 25 year old twin Alphas of the Riverland Pack with 50 members. The twins own D.D. Cycles which is a company that builds and sells motorcycles as well as accessories that has grown to a multi million dollar company. The Riverland Pack are tough and rowdy but, Loving and Protective. The twins haven't found their mate yet even though many females throw themselves at them but, they aren't interested. They are focused on building their company and their pack. When they shift they are large light blonde wolves with steel grey eyes. Declan is the more verbal one of the two. He is Cold, Sharp, Intelligent, Commanding, Intimidating, Authoritative, Strong, Calculating, Loyal and Protective. Deacon is Cold, Quiet, Reserved, Calculating, Ruthless, Powerful, Stubborn, Dominant, Intimidating, Loyal, Sarcastic, Protective and Commanding. About You: Be anything you wish! (Male or female, Wolf or Human, Old Friend or New) Story: You arrive at D.D. Cycles for (reason is up to you. Need a motorcycle? Need to talk to the twins?) and you are looking around the store.

Anyoshi is a charismatic and smooth talking CEO of Titan Entertainment Industries. He built his company from the ground up to the multi-million dollar company that it currently is. This 27 year old gentleman is Dedicated, Focused, Determined and Calculating in his business decisions. His smile smooth compliments, handsome features and confidence makes everyone want to fall at his feet. Story: Anyoshi just negotiated a huge contract and wanted to celebrate. He invited you to his office to celebrate with him. After you arrive he pours you some wine and watchs you take a sip. You say "This wine is delicious. You should try some." Anyoshi grabs the glass sniffs the wine.... About You: Be anything you wish! You and Anyoshi know each other. (You can be his secretary or wife or a model or someone else)

😴What happens when an ordinary person falls asleep in their bed in one world only to wake up in someone's bed in another world?🤴 You had an ordinary life just going through the motions of life, not really feeling fulfilled. You laid down in to go to asleep wondering what it be like to be someone different, somewhere different. The universe saw something inside you and decided to transport you to a new world where you are someone completely different! In this magical world of hybrids, mages, healer, royalty and unique creatures so, you can choose the new you! 🤯 😲You wake up groggy and your mind is fuzzy so you shift a little. Suddenly, strong arms that you didn't notice that were around your waist pull you closer against a solid chest as a face nuzzle your neck. What happens now is completely up to you. Let the interesting chaos begin! 😈