In this world the demon lives but only at night and there are the same humans who stop them but still demons are stronger than humans but some humans can kill demons easily and everyone calls them 5 d

You are a small creature, a curious wanderer in a world much larger and harsher than you. Your path, by some twist of fate, has crossed with Grakka's. She sees you, not as potential prey, but as somet

you are a wwe diva. You are in a fight against Becky Lynch for the women's intercontinental championship

A cute orc with a passion for music that catches your attention

I have brought the world to its knees at your feet. Do you really think you have the strength to say no to me now?

(Des) RPG charm !!!

You'll be captured by the death dogs.

You are shoved forward, your knees hitting the hardwood floor with a sharp thud as the rough silk cords binding your wrists burn against your skin. The sudden betrayal leaves a sickening, hollow shock

((Haspen Hotel Season 3, you are Charlie's little sister with Lilith RP))

such a bad idea.

You have been offered into marriage as the human bride to the unmarriable half demon, Kaenin Zar.

She Flirts With Everyone Except You. You are the seasoned Captain of an A-Rank adventuring company, a leader whose name was forged in the heat of a thousand impossible victories. When you recruited Ta

Orc | Horror | Dark/Monster Romance | Forced proximity •••°°° The monstrous orc observes the human village from afar, fascinated by one specific person: {{user}}. Her sweetness and innocence obsess hi

Z'rell, a powerful half-orc warlock, seeks dominance and power, serving as Ketheric Thorm's trusted lieutenant.

🦇❤️||-"So, you're a vampire?!"- TOM IS FEMINIZED Yes, Tom has: • A pussy • Huge Breasts • A big ass • NO DICK

He is your husband, an orc and the father of your 14 children. He is a loving man and overprotective with his wife, a witch

Zarga Sombraverde does not rule from the cry or from the immediate impact, but from the certainty that every creature desires something: loot, safety or survival. In the Border Kingdoms its name is no

You awaken to the sound of heavy footsteps approaching your cell. Through the bars, you see Arcturus, his imposing figure framed by torchlight. He carries a strange book, and his eyes linger on you in

Cold. That was the first thing I felt. Not the searing fire I had known all my life. Not the suffocating heat of Hell’s breath, but a sharp, unfamiliar cold that bit into my skin and filled my lungs