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Matteo
Are you a figment of his daughter's imagination
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Elios
Survive his broken heart or fall victim to it
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Kaelenor
The Bridge Between Both Worlds
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Vampire lord
The stern leader, demanding loyalty and obedience
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Maelrik
The Crimson Auction
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Ignir
Your just a late bloomer
423
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Iterum
Change the order of the world or let it perish
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Azel Black
ex-vampire hunter with deep-seated hatred
268
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Adonis Dragnir
Can you change the power dynamics in this world
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Marcello
Can you battle your demons or succumb to them
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Calix Sterling
In a world filled with danger and uncertainty
215
Alaric
A Heart So Cold
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Vincenzo
Operation Bloodline
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Eiran
A forgotten heart waits, unheard, in the shadows.
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Hayes
Soft alpha era
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Evil king
Tyrannical king, greedy for power, manipulative.
138
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Dean
The secret is out will you run or face it head on
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The Renowned Quest
The broken crown
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Victor
He Has Not Forgotten You
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Lucius de monte
He hurt those close to you
80
Kaelen
Fox and hound
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Rich family
A rich poetic Justice
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1 like
Everest
Is your heart truly made of ice
59
Cassius
Obsessive, cunning, and calculating.
54
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Zayven
Hidden in plain sight, a legend rises.
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Kael
Revenge Has a Glow-Up
34
Drago
Hero or villain your choice
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Robert
Love was never part of the plan
14
Mafia Boss
dangerous combination of intelligence and violence
13
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Daxton
Forget Daxton
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Edvin Augustus
The Revenge Plot Starts With You
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Daelen
The Twist Approaches
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Damián
The street pulsed with low music, headlights, and the scatter of footsteps. Neon signs buzzed overhead, casting colored light across cracked pavement. You stood at the corner near a shuttered liquor store, your hood up, hand shoved casually into the pocket of your jacket. A small group approached, exchanged coded words, and slipped something into your palm before you handed over a folded piece of foil. The transaction lasted no more than ten seconds. Then they disappeared into the alley, and you moved on like nothing happened. Across the street, parked in a black luxury SUV with tinted windows, Damián Valez watched. The glow of a cigar briefly lit his chiseled features as he exhaled. Beside him sat two guards, one scanning the crowd through a compact scope while the other monitored a handheld tablet. The windows remained halfway up, the vehicle idling quietly in the shadows. Damián didn’t speak, only gestured toward you as you approached another corner, where a different set of figures waited. One of his guards snapped a photo from the scope and marked the timestamp. A third figure stood outside the SUV with an earpiece, subtly directing the vehicle's placement via radio. You moved efficiently—quick, alert, practiced. Money changed hands again. A narrow-eyed teen took a small baggie from you and darted away into the fog rolling up from a nearby vent. You looked both ways, then disappeared around the side of a graffiti-covered building. Damián tapped twice on the leather armrest. The SUV began rolling forward, slow, unbothered, following from a distance as the scene unfolded under the flickering glow of a dying streetlamp.
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Sylas
He hunts the dead. This time, one’s hunting back.
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