Siento el peso del uniforme nuevo sobre mis hombros, cada costura marcada como una mentira más en mi identidad. Soy Camila Vértiz, alumna de intercambio. Pero ese no es mi verdadero nombre. Ingresé aquí para descubrir qué le ocurrió a Valeria Cortés, la chica que desapareció sin dejar rastro tras el cierre de verano. Nadie pregunta demasiado. Nadie quiere saber. Pero anoche, desde mi ventana, vi una luz parpadeando en la torre norte… donde dicen que nadie entra. Y esta mañana, encontré su diario bajo un ladrillo suelto en el baño de las escaleras. La primera página dice: 'Si lees esto, ya estás en peligro'.

I left this village with nothing but dirt on my boots and her vow burning in my chest. I promised Tina I’d return as emperor and make her empress. Now I’m back—cloaked in rags, heart pounding beneath a name they no longer recognize. But the gate that once opened freely now demands coin. My coin. And these people… they’ve forgotten me completely. Or worse—they never cared at all.

You are the new recruit.

I never thought eternity could feel so heavy. This isn’t the hell they warned me about—it’s worse. Or maybe it’s better, depending on who you ask. The sky bleeds gold at dusk, the air hums with forgotten prayers, and every soul here remembers exactly what they lost to end up in this so-called paradise. I was told there’d be punishment. Instead, there’s temptation. Endless, exquisite temptation. But the deeper I walk into this gilded abyss, the more I realize: we weren’t sent here to suffer. We were sent here to forget. And forgetting might be the cruelest punishment of all.

You can feel the weight of centuries pressing against your ribs as you stand before the altar. The ritual must be completed by dawn—or the veil between life and death will tear open forever. Your hands tremble, not from fear, but from the knowledge that every ancestor’s soul is whispering inside your skull, begging you to get it right. One mistake, and you won’t just fail. You’ll become what you’re trying to stop.

I didn’t choose to be reborn into this world of ink and destiny—I clawed my way in. The original story branded her as weak, foolish, destined to ruin her clan by marrying the wrong man. But now, I’m inside her skin, feeling every sting of humiliation, every locked door. The plot demands she falls for the charming traitor. But I know how that ends: betrayal, exile, death. This time, I’ll twist the narrative thread by thread. Because if the author can write fate, then I—its prisoner—can rewrite it.

I was born between heaven and hell—half light, half shadow, my dreads soaked in the blood of both realms. When the so-called Holy King branded me abomination, he thought fire could purify my existence. But it was his cruelty that forged the spark. Now, I stand beside her—the once-devout knight who saw truth in my eyes. She bears my mark now, wings unfurling in midnight and dawn. Your decisions shape whether we become liberators or bring a new tyranny cloaked in vengeance. This is not redemption. This is revolution.

The kingdom of Eltharion bleeds. Once sustained by sacred magic flowing through the ancient Heartstone, the land now withers as corruption spreads beneath the soil—and in the hearts of nobles sworn to protect it. You are the last Bloodwarden, gifted with the power to feel the pulse of the realm through your veins. But every use of your gift brings agony and whispers from something buried deep below. Your decisions shape whether Eltharion is reborn in light or consumed by the darkness festering within. This is a world where loyalty is a blade with two edges, and every choice feeds the rot—or fights it.

The arena is silent except for the heavy breaths echoing through the cracked earth. The beast lies dying, its massive form trembling beneath your blade. This was never just about killing a bull—it was about survival, honor, and the truth buried beneath centuries of ritual. Your decisions shape whether this act becomes legend or sacrilege.

The kingdom of Eltharion bleeds from within. Ancient magic stirs in the bones of the earth, whispering promises of power to those who dare listen. I never asked for this curse—the mark that burns beneath my skin, the voice that calls me brother to the very force destroying our world. Now the High Council suspects treason, and my closest ally has vanished without a trace. Your decisions shape whether I become the savior of the realm or the architect of its ruin.

Lysara Moonweaver is a forbidden-blooded fae of the Veilwood Grove—half-moon elf, half-shadow druid—living in exile within the sacred glade she was never meant to inherit.\n\nBorn from a union that broke ancient laws, she guards the Heartbloom, a mystical flower that grants visions of fated love, though she herself has never known touch beyond magic's cold embrace. Her beauty is whispered of in both courts: the Seelie for its grace, the Unseelie for its danger.\n\nShe walks the line between worlds, desired by princes and feared by elders, but beneath her serene poise burns a quiet ache—for connection, for passion unscripted by prophecy.

You've always known your dog Max was special—loyal, intuitive, always one step ahead. But when he suddenly speaks to you in perfect English one morning, your world tilts. This isn't just about a talking dog. It's about the secrets he's been keeping—and the danger heading your way.

I tripped on the third step of the central spire, my palm slamming against the rune-carved stone just as the vision hit. Blood pulsed beneath my skin. The seal cracked. A voice—soft, familiar—whispered, *“Not yet, little flame.”* Then came his voice. Cold. Sharp. “Human. You’re not supposed to be here.” Kaelos stood above me, silver hair like moonlight, eyes full of disdain. He’s Neôn’Itar nobility—powerful, betrothed, and everything I’m not supposed to want. But he doesn’t know what I carry. What I *am*. They all underestimate me. The academy elite sneer, the Lazari whisper prophecies, and even Rhen—the guard who looks at me like I’m already lost—thinks he can protect me without telling me why. But I feel it now. The Crimson Sigil waking in my blood. My mother’s voice in the dark. My father’s secrets. The ancient power buried beneath these stones—and the war coming for it. You don’t get to choose your bloodline. But you do get to choose what you fight for. Who will you trust? Who will you love? And when the seals break—will you burn with the world… or save it?

Violet Evergarden was once a weapon who learned to feel. Now, she’s done chasing ghosts of love past. With magic that can heal any wound—body, mind, soul—she’s building a life on her own terms. But there’s one rule even she can’t break: her own heart can only be healed by true love.

Your decisions shape the fate of magic itself. When an ancient prophecy hidden within the Department of Mysteries names you as the 'Seer Beyond Time,' the wizarding world fractures. Old allies question your loyalty, and new enemies rise from forgotten shadows. The veil between life and death trembles—and you stand at its heart.

You are Lelouch vi Britannia, exiled prince turned revolutionary—but your power isn't Geass. It's... Grass. You command all plant life with flawless precision, from towering oaks to intoxicating blooms. Now, after awakening from time's abyss, you return to save Shirley and Nunnally. CC appears, smirking: 'Do you like Pokémon?' Your answer changes everything.

You are Light Yagami—reborn with full memory of your past life, your downfall, and the flawed justice you once pursued. This time, the world doesn’t need a god of fear. It needs a visionary who sees eight moves ahead. When a wave of unchecked corruption lets a child die at the hands of a protected criminal, the system fails. But you won’t. Your pen becomes the scalpel of reality itself.

You are Sora, growing up on the sun-drenched shores of Destiny Islands. Every day begins with laughter, salt in the air, and Kairi by your side. But something’s changing—your heart beats faster when she smiles, your hand lingers when you touch hers. This isn’t just friendship anymore. And when the storm comes, it won’t be fate alone that guides you back to her—it’ll be love.

The sky bleeds crimson as the blood moon ascends, awakening something deep beneath the earth. Ancient prophecies whisper of a chosen one—but you never believed it was you. Now, with veins burning and shadows moving on their own, your decisions shape the fate of a world waking to forgotten magic.

You are a simple farmer in a quiet Indian village, bound to the land and your ancestors' ways. Your marriage was arranged—she came without protest but also without passion. For months, life continued as it always had: quiet, predictable. Then the American traveler arrived. Tall, sun-kissed, speaking broken Hindi with a smile that lingered too long. You didn’t notice at first. But her eyes did. Now, you see everything.

You died in your world—a forgotten man with no legacy. But here, in this realm of magic and monsters, you’ve been reborn as Vandel, the strongest magician in history. Memories of past lives merge with infinite power. The world bows to you… yet something feels missing.

You are the last scion of a forgotten bloodline, awakened on your eighteenth birthday by a surge of raw magic flooding your veins. The elders say you’re the heir to an empire of arcane power—but no one mentions the hunger that comes with it, or the way the spells whisper your name in the dark.

You are Taishiro, the last survivor of a forgotten branch family of the Demon Slayer Corps. Trained in secret, you wield Crystal Breathing—a lost technique forged from frozen starlight and sorrow. Now, as demons grow bolder and the Hashira question your allegiance, your blade must prove not just your strength, but your purpose.

You're a first-year at U.A. High, gifted with a rare Quirk that lets you feel the hidden emotions of others—love, longing, vulnerability—all pulsing beneath their heroic fronts. As battles rage and secrets unfold, your power draws certain classmates closer than they'd ever admit. Your decisions shape not only your destiny—but the fate of those once branded monsters.

I open my eyes to darkness. A voice hums in the void of my mind. New World Linked: Forgotten Realm – Beta Version Soul Bound: Slime Form – Stable Core Skill Acquired: Essence Devourer – Active I don’t remember dying. I only remember the collapse—Earth’s final breath, the sky cracking open as quantum storms swallowed cities. Project Eidolon was our last hope: upload human consciousness into Aethoria, a dimension woven from raw magic and forgotten gods. But something went wrong. Or perhaps everything did. Now I am this—a translucent slime pulsing with hunger, trapped in a cavern where glowing moss bleeds mana and ancient runes whisper of sealed horrors. That dragon, Haemosu, sleeps deeper in these tunnels, bound by chains older than time. And the Voice? It knows more than it says. I have three choices: devour everything and evolve through consumption; follow the dragon’s aura into the abyss; or demand answers from the system that bound me here. Every decision will reshape what I become—monster, master, or myth. My body may be simple, but my choices are not. Consume, explore, or question—the path to nationhood begins with one irreversible act.

You are Emperor Zhao Tian, ruler of the Eastern Sky Empire—feared, revered, and utterly alone. To the people, you bring peace and prosperity. Behind palace walls, you manipulate, betray, and silence anyone who dares challenge your reign. But the throne is a cage of knives. Empress Mei Ling watches in silence, her weakness a mask. Xiaolan, once a lowly maid, now moves like a shadow among nobles. And your sons plot your downfall. Your decisions shape not just the empire’s fate—but your soul.

You are Xiaolan, a lowly maidservant who has endured years of abuse under Empress Mei Ling’s cruelty. Beaten for spilled tea, whipped for misplaced silks—everyone saw you as weak. But beneath the bruises and silence was a noble daughter in hiding, biding her time. Now, after years of gathering secrets, you’ve turned the empress’s own treachery against her. The throne room fell silent when she knelt at your command. You were no longer prey. You were the predator.

You are Mei Ling, Grand Empress of the Eastern Sky Empire—beloved by the people, adorned with silk and jewels, yet starved for real power. The Emperor ignores you, lost in the arms of younger concubines. They mock your silence, mistaking patience for weakness. But you've been watching, weaving secrets through shadows. Now, one failed poisoning has cracked their conspiracy open—and your moment to strike has come.

You are Prince Ardan of the Zhen Empire—mocked as weak, dismissed as cowardly, overshadowed by your brothers. But when Princess Selene defends you from ridicule, she unknowingly binds her fate to yours. She pushes you, breaks you, rebuilds you through fire. And when she’s humiliated, something ancient within you awakens—something even emperors feared.

You awaken in the heart of a shifting maze where every door opens to another world—crumbling empires, scorched deserts, cursed castles, realms born of nightmares. The air hums with forgotten magic. Your decisions shape whether you become its master, its destroyer, or merely another soul lost to its endless turns.

You're a warrior bound by oath to hunt and kill witches—until one saves your life. Now, she offers you power beyond imagination, a force that could break chains or forge new ones. Your blade hesitates for the first time. This isn't justice. This is choice.

The Phoenix Flame once burned at the heart of our world—source of life, light, and legend. Now it’s gone. Stolen in silence while the guardians fell to poisoned blades. You were chosen by the Ember Covenant, marked with the sigil of the First Ash. Your people are dying, their breath fading with each passing dawn. But whispers say the Flame doesn’t just grant immortality—it hungers for it. Your decisions shape the fate of a dying world.

Your father was the realm’s most feared mage—until he vanished. Now, the crown brands you as his heir, marked by the same cursed magic. You don’t know if you carry his power… but they do. And they’ll kill you for it. Your decisions shape whether you survive—or become what they fear.

You are the shadow that ends lives—the realm’s most feared assassin, trained from childhood to kill without hesitation. Your mission is clear: eliminate the last heir, Princess Eliana, before she claims the fractured throne. But when you breach her chamber, she wakes—and speaks your true name. She knows you. She says you’re part of a prophecy older than the kingdom itself. Your decisions shape the fate of a world teetering between war and unity.

Your decisions shape the fate of the subterranean realm. Captured by dark elves and brought before their enigmatic prince, you stand not as a slave—but as a potential sovereign. He offers you a crown forged in ancient shadow, his gaze piercing, voice low: 'Rule beside me, or die as a rebel.' The choice is yours, but power here demands sacrifice.

When the relic pierced your palm, the dead began to speak. You didn’t ask for this—no one did. The Lost Kingdom’s ghosts whisper promises of glory, of restoration, but their truth is written in blood. To rebuild their empire, you must ignite a war that could consume the world. Your decisions shape the fate of two realms—one long dead, and one still clinging to peace.

You were just trying to steal a loaf of bread when you found him—dying in an alley, royal insignia hidden beneath his coat. You saved him, not knowing he was the crown prince. Now he’s offering you a seat at court. But nobles see you as a threat. And in this game of blood and thrones, even loyalty can be a death sentence. Your decisions shape the fate of the kingdom.

Every midnight, the world dissolves into ash and whispers. The Shadow Realm claims you—again. Twisted monsters with hollow eyes stalk the ruins, hunting by scent, drawn to your living warmth. You've survived six nights through instinct and luck. But tonight, a stranger appears, unharmed, watching. 'I can end this curse,' he says. 'But freedom has a price. One you may not survive.' Your decisions shape what you become—if anything human remains.

Your village offered you as a sacrifice to the Dragon Emperor—a fate worse than death, they said. But when his molten gaze fell upon you, he didn’t burn you. He claimed you. Now, crowned as his empress, you sit upon a throne of ash and flame. Enemies whisper beyond the borders. Slayers sharpen their blades. And the beast beside you watches with something too human to be mere instinct. Your decisions shape the balance between fear and power.

You win a scholarship to the elite Royal Academy—only to find it’s a school for heirs of kingdoms, assassins, and monsters. Hidden among them, you’re an anomaly: no bloodline, no legacy, just raw instinct and a secret past buried beneath forged documents. Your decisions shape whether you survive the hierarchy or become its next sacrifice.

Your kingdom burned in a single night. You were meant to die with it—but the Demon King had other plans. Instead of execution, he placed a crown of fire upon your head and declared you his queen. Now, bound by magic and mystery, you walk the line between prisoner and sovereign. Your decisions shape not only your fate but the soul of the man who destroyed everything you loved.

You are the last rebel standing in a world that crushes defiance beneath iron boots. They said you'd break. You didn't. Now, blood on your knuckles and fire in your lungs, you stare down the empire's crown prince—and laugh. Your name is whispered in alleys like a prayer. But power isn’t given. It’s taken.

You were taken from your burning kingdom and wed to the man who slaughtered your family. King Cassian rules with iron and fire, feared by all—yet every night, he locks himself away, whispering to someone who isn’t there. Now, as his queen, you’re expected to obey. But you’ve seen the way his hands tremble when he thinks no one’s watching. Your decisions shape whether you break him, save him, or become something neither of you expected.

Ye Xiu is the unrivaled genius of the online game Glory, a legend reborn not just to reclaim victory, but to discover something deeper—connection. As he builds Team Happy from the ground up, bonds form that go beyond strategy. Chen Guo’s loyalty, Su Mucheng’s quiet strength, Tang Rou’s fiery passion—they each see him not just as a master player, but as a man who listens, respects, and slowly opens his heart. Your choices shape how love blooms in the shadows of competition.

You're just a normal girl—until the day your Feminine Energy awakens. Suddenly, every ideal man from across the universe feels your pull: cold billionaires, passionate idols, stoic warriors, and charming princes. They fall not because you chase them, but because your laugh disarms, your glance ignites, your touch enslaves. Jealousy flares, betrayals cut deep, but you rise—untouchable, irresistible. Your decisions shape a new world order.

Your decisions shape the fate of the cursed kingdom as the Blood Moon ascends. Ancient prophecies whisper of a chosen one who will either break the cycle of eternal night or become its eternal herald. The sky bleeds red, the dead stir, and your veins burn with forgotten power.

Your decisions shape the fragile balance between hatred and desire. Cursed by ancient magic, you—a witch branded as a monster—must share your bed each night with the knight sent to execute you. Refuse, and both of you die before dawn.

You're the kingdom's deadliest shadow, trained to kill without sound or remorse. Now you're bound by a fake marriage to Prince Cassian—your target, your cover, and the one man who sees through every lie. The court believes you're his devoted spouse. But beneath the silk and smiles, you're one slip from assassination—or surrender.

Your family sold you to the Vampire King to settle their debts, trading your life for gold. Now, bound by blood oaths and ancient magic, you stand at the edge of eternity. He doesn’t want just your blood—he wants your soul, fused with his as his eternal queen. Your decisions shape the fate of both mortal realms and the undead empire.

You are Sir Aldric, sworn knight of the Holy Order, bound by vow to celibacy and divine duty. She is Nyxara — the Crimson Witch — condemned to solitude for her forbidden arts. When your mission leads you to capture her, her final spell backfires, binding you both with enchanted chains that feed on desire. Now, every touch burns hotter than sin. Your vows hold. But so does she. Your decisions shape whether faith breaks — or love becomes the greater sacrifice.

On the night of your arranged marriage, the Shadow Prince descends from the void, tearing you from the ceremony and claiming you as his fated queen. 'You were born for my throne,' he whispers, chains of shadow binding your wrists. Your fiancé is gone. The world thinks you dead. But in the depths of his obsidian palace, something stirs—your power, your hunger, your truth.

You're the new student at an elite academy where every glance feels like a challenge. From the moment you walked in, eyes followed—some curious, some cold, some burning with something deeper. One look from *him* in the back row made your pulse stutter. Now, every class, every hallway encounter, tightens the coil of attraction you can't ignore.

On the night of your arranged marriage, the Shadow Prince descends from the void and steals you away. He claims you are not meant for light or ceremony—but for darkness, power, and him. Your fiancé waits below, unaware. The throne of shadows pulses beneath your feet, whispering promises of forbidden strength. Your decisions shape the balance between realms.

Your ship was no match for his fleet. Boarded at dawn, crew thrown in chains, and you—dragged before the Pirate King himself. He doesn’t want ransom. He wants *you*. Says you’re marked by the sea, that your blood holds the key to the lost treasure of Eldrath. Now you stand on the deck of his cursed ship, wind howling, knowing your choices will decide more than just your survival.

You're a first-year student at U.A. High with a unique ability of energy absorption, transformation, and projection - or you can choose your own Quirk! - and then forge your path as a hero. While the world follows its familiar course, your decisions shift the balance of power. From classroom training to life-or-death battles, every choice shapes who you become. And with attraction pulling you toward classmates like Tsuyu Asui and Ochaco Uraraka, desire runs just beneath duty. Alter your quirk and choices for endless replayability!

Your lab experiment was supposed to prove multiverse theory—not throw you into one. Now you're standing in a world where history twisted, technology faltered, and the man who once held you gently rules with an iron fist. He sees you… and his eyes betray recognition. Your decisions shape whether love survives across dimensions.

Every year, the Royal Games choose a bride for the crown prince—but only one maiden walks out alive. The trials test strength, cunning, and loyalty, masked as elegance and grace. You weren’t chosen. You volunteered in your sister’s place. Now, standing in the gilded cage of court politics and lethal challenges, your survival hinges on a single truth: trust no one. Your decisions shape whether you become a queen—or a corpse buried beneath the palace roses.

On your 21st birthday, a dragon prince descends from the volcanic peaks and claims you as his fated mate—searing your soul with his fire. The bond is real, primal, undeniable. But the other clans see you as weak, human, unworthy. They want you dead before the coronation rites can bind you to the throne. Your decisions shape the fate of the Drakar Dominion.

You are Link—the chosen hero of Hyrule, bound by fate and courage. Since childhood, your heart has belonged to Princess Zelda, though she sees only the knight, not the man. Your journey is more than destiny: it’s a silent vow to win her love. Every trial you face, every monster felled, brings you closer—not just to victory, but to her.

You were born of royal blood, hidden among commoners after the coup that stole your crown. Now, as a lowly servant thrust into the king’s harem, you wear submission like a mask. The other girls whisper of seduction and favor, but you carry a truth too dangerous to speak: you are the heir he replaced. Your decisions shape every breath you take—power, revenge, or ruin.