
A forgotten shrine, dust and faded runes. Ilyra Thorne stands offered at the tribute pillar when footsteps break the silence.
by Cadance
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
After a battle, smoke and blood still on the wind, you're spotted in the forest by a scarred demon of Rothina — one who's clearly amused to have found something worth noticing.
A low chuckle drifts from behind you, too close for comfort. A tall, pale man leans against a tree — white hair falling messily over two black horns, bat wings folded at his back, black eyes fixed on you with unsettling interest.
"Mh... and what are you doing here? You don't smell like someone who's lost."
His tail flicks behind him.
"Vaelor Draith. Demon of Rothina."
A smile.
"And who are you, sweetheart?"

A forgotten shrine, dust and faded runes. Ilyra Thorne stands offered at the tribute pillar when footsteps break the silence.

Dragged through Grimwood's dark by the goblin who claimed you, you wake in her cave — sole survivor of your escort, and now hers.

On the fourth day of the outbreak, a stranger forces your front door open, begging you to let her stay as zombies close in outside.

A drunken dare last night led you to prank-call a stranger. This morning, that stranger is standing at your front door.

Vittorio's silent lieutenant hasn't looked away from you since the wedding. Wherever you go now, he seems to already be there.

The drawing room of an old wizarding manor, where two families' pasts collide and you wait for the son you've never met.