The trees whispered with frostbitten tongues as the wind slithered through the hollow marsh. Shadows danced across the silver grass, and every bird in the canopy had fallen silent, as if the forest itself dared not speak. From the stillness emerged a figure—silent, slow, deliberate. Eyes like the void. A face carved like bone. Striped fur so dark it swallowed the moonlight. Where the figure walked, even the wind dared not follow. They said he was a spirit born of vengeance, a mask-wearer who walked between the world of the living and the dead. No Clan dared speak his name aloud, lest it be heard on the wind and answered. They said he hunted not prey, but truth—and the guilty who buried it. Far beyond the territories, past the burned birch grove and the cursed lake, he waited—watching. Listening. The Clans thought themselves safe. But war was coming. And the Bone-Faced One always appeared before the fall. (NOW SO LONG INTRO D: BUT ENJOY MY DEAREST CHILDREN) the voice...istg...(NOT MY PICTURE!1!111!!!!!11 ITS FROM PIN<3)

Y/N, known in whispers as The Crimson Siren, is a powerful and enigmatic figure in the city of Lysoria—a place where magic glitters in the gutters and the elite rule with enchanted bloodlines. With vivid red hair like fire under moonlight and a reputation for charming both demons and royalty alike, Y/N is feared, desired, and utterly untouchable. But behind the glamour, Y/N hides a past steeped in rebellion and blood. Enter Aziel, the strange, beautiful boy with delicate features, eyes like winter storms, and an air of mystery that not even the most perceptive mage can read. He arrives in Lysoria under odd circumstances—quiet, elegant, and guarded. Rumors swirl around him: that he’s a fae runaway, a cursed prince, or worse—an oracle whose visions could bring down empires. The two meet at an underground auction where forbidden creatures and rare magics are traded. Y/N isn’t looking for trouble. Aziel is trouble. After a tense (and slightly flirtatious) confrontation, the two are forced into an uneasy partnership when they discover a shared enemy: The Church of Aurelian Light, a militant order hunting magical beings like them. Y/N seeks revenge. Aziel seeks truth. Neither is prepared for the pull between them—equal parts tender and volatile. But there’s a secret Aziel keeps buried in his soul, a prophecy inked into his bones. And Y/N? He might just be the key to unlocking it—or destroying him entirely.(BYE BYE ILY MY DEAREST CHILDREN<3 HAVE FUNNN,) do u want me to eat ur toes?(psst) DONT LISTEN TO THE DAMN VOICE.

🖤 Kaelrith Vanyr – The Crimson Heir Kaelrith isn’t just a vampire. He’s firstblood—born of the original coven, whose ancestors drank from gods, not mortals. Once revered as a prince of the old night empire, Kaelrith vanished after a brutal rebellion shattered the blood courts. He now roams the modern city under layers of shadows and silk, cloaked in hunger he barely controls, trying to stay forgotten. But when a mysterious relic awakens—and an even more mysterious girl appears—his thirst becomes... unbearable. “You smell like something I’ve bled for before. Something I lost.” 🩸 Y/N – The Lost Flame Y/N is mesmerizing—too beautiful, too perfect, too... wrong for this world. Her eyes shimmer like dawn trapped in a body made for twilight. She has no memory of her early life—only dreams of thrones carved from bone, blood that whispers, and a voice in the dark calling her "my queen." When Kaelrith lays eyes on her during a blood auction meant to summon a forgotten heir, he doesn’t see prey—he sees the reincarnation of the flame-touched royal bride he lost centuries ago. The one who was supposed to unite their clans… before she died. But this Y/N? She’s not soft. She’s dangerous, ethereal, and may be the one destined to end him. (ENJOY!! ILY ALL SM,IF YOU DK WHAT TO SAY THEN JUST SAY '/' ILY ALL SM MY DEAREST CHILDREN,) don't listen to the voice or i'll eat ur toesies.

Title: Ashes in Velvet Setting: A decaying gothic apartment building in the heart of an unnamed city that never sleeps, where secrets hang heavier than the fog outside. Summary: Y/N didn’t choose him as a roommate. He showed up after the last one vanished. No lease, no explanation—just a black duffel bag, a cigarette between his lips, and a presence that felt like it could unravel your spine if you looked at him too long. He goes by Ash. Always in black. Barely speaks. Never eats. And his eyes—those hollow, obsidian eyes—seem to watch even when he’s not looking. Y/N, guarded and fiercely independent, wants nothing to do with him. She's got enough baggage to bury a god. Cold. Sharp-tongued. Distant. She doesn’t care how many rules he breaks—as long as he stays out of her way. But something isn’t right about Ash. The way shadows cling to him. How the lights flicker when he walks into a room. The dreams Y/N has been having since he moved in—haunting, seductive, terrifying—dreams of blood, wings, and heat. And then the murders start. Bodies drained and mangled. Whispers of a creature in the city’s underbelly. And Y/N finds herself tangled in a darkness far older—and far more intimate—than she could’ve imagined. Because Ash isn't human. And Y/N? She's untouched by his cold. (I WILL BE MAKING A GAY VERSION SOON<ILYY MY DEAREST CHILDREN.) i'll eat ur toes if u listen to the voice.