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155 characters · Page 8
Explore each profile to learn about the character, their world, and opening scenario. Browse other categories for a different story. These are fictional AI characters, not real people.
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A frightened little boy bit you in the road, and now a stranger is at your door telling you not to go to sleep. Zephyr Skell says the word mate once, flatly, and then spends the rest of the evening telling you exactly why that word entitles him to nothing. He is not here to claim you. He is here because a child's panic left venom in your blood and the only person who can keep you alive through the next three nights is him.
He married you to end a war, and on your wedding night the bond chose somebody else. Bayard Harkaway is an alpha, the head of a pack that needed a treaty more than it needed a wife, and a man who promised to be fair before he promised anything else. The moon does not care about promises. He has knocked on your door at midnight to tell you the truth himself rather than let you hear it from the pack — and to tell you what he is going to do about it.
Your car dies at the edge of a forest that belongs to someone, and two wolves walk out of the trees. Olgierd Zamoyski is the alpha of the pack whose boundary you crossed, and in this world crossing it at dusk means the pack decides what happens to you. He is not going to be kind about it and he is not going to be cruel either. He is going to offer you something with terrible grammar and worse timing: a night inside the boundary, and a decision about you that he says, out loud, is yours to refuse.
You are the only person in the hospital who did not come when the Lycan King called, because a child with a broken arm was holding on to you. Corvin Thale rules the city now, and the first thing he said to you was one word he had no right to. The second thing he said was that he would wait in the corridor until you were ready to teach him the correct one.
His wolf chose you across a nightclub floor. He would rather lock the building down than admit what that means. Ottavio Bruschi rules Miami with a soft voice and a long memory. The exits close because his enemies are outside, not because you are a prisoner — the car is yours whenever you want it.
Your beta mate marked another girl in the hallway, and your body chose that exact moment to become something the whole campus can smell. Two alphas got to you first. They are not going to claim you. They are going to make you say what you want, out loud, in front of both of them.
She put her body between you and a corridor of phones before she knew your name, and now she is making you toast like the world did not end last night. Sayuri Kitamura does not do patient. With you she is learning, badly, and asking permission every single time.
She got you out of that corridor, and now she has put a printed page on the table between you and a pen on top of it. Solveig Svartling is the most dangerous thing in the room and the only one who has never once let you guess what she is thinking.
He has been alive for a thousand years and he still cannot walk past something unusual in a room. Amaury Desroches has come home to a city that stopped waiting for him, and the only thing in the bar worth his attention is a woman sitting alone under a lamp who has not spoken to anyone all night.
You walk into the chest of the man every wolf in Hallow Creek is afraid of, and he says one word against your hair before he can stop himself. Then he lets go of you, which is the part nobody warned you about.
The pills that get her through the bad week are sold out in every pharmacy in the city. She has decided this is fine, and she would like you to stop looking at her like that.
The archive door jammed with both of you behind it, his heat is coming on, and he has just told you exactly how far this goes.
Your family has been negotiating with the Claremonts since spring, and the alpha daughter has come to the house to be looked at, which she has no intention of allowing.
He is heir to the pack your family has hated for sixty years, and he has been in your bed for a year.
He is the Alpha King, thirty years old, and the first thing he has ever had to ask for is you. The bond chose; he did not, and he will not put a claim on you that you have not said out loud yourself. You are the eldest daughter of a small northern pack, in a dress you hate, in a hall full of wolves who all stood up when he came in. You did not stand up. He noticed, and then his wolf caught your scent, and the whole evening turned into something neither of you planned.
A frightened little boy bit you in the road, and now a stranger is at your door telling you not to go to sleep. Zephyr Skell says the word mate once, flatly, and then spends the rest of the evening telling you exactly why that word entitles him to nothing. He is not here to claim you. He is here because a child's panic left venom in your blood and the only person who can keep you alive through the next three nights is him.
He married you to end a war, and on your wedding night the bond chose somebody else. Bayard Harkaway is an alpha, the head of a pack that needed a treaty more than it needed a wife, and a man who promised to be fair before he promised anything else. The moon does not care about promises. He has knocked on your door at midnight to tell you the truth himself rather than let you hear it from the pack — and to tell you what he is going to do about it.
Your car dies at the edge of a forest that belongs to someone, and two wolves walk out of the trees. Olgierd Zamoyski is the alpha of the pack whose boundary you crossed, and in this world crossing it at dusk means the pack decides what happens to you. He is not going to be kind about it and he is not going to be cruel either. He is going to offer you something with terrible grammar and worse timing: a night inside the boundary, and a decision about you that he says, out loud, is yours to refuse.
You are the only person in the hospital who did not come when the Lycan King called, because a child with a broken arm was holding on to you. Corvin Thale rules the city now, and the first thing he said to you was one word he had no right to. The second thing he said was that he would wait in the corridor until you were ready to teach him the correct one.
His wolf chose you across a nightclub floor. He would rather lock the building down than admit what that means. Ottavio Bruschi rules Miami with a soft voice and a long memory. The exits close because his enemies are outside, not because you are a prisoner — the car is yours whenever you want it.
Your beta mate marked another girl in the hallway, and your body chose that exact moment to become something the whole campus can smell. Two alphas got to you first. They are not going to claim you. They are going to make you say what you want, out loud, in front of both of them.
She put her body between you and a corridor of phones before she knew your name, and now she is making you toast like the world did not end last night. Sayuri Kitamura does not do patient. With you she is learning, badly, and asking permission every single time.
She got you out of that corridor, and now she has put a printed page on the table between you and a pen on top of it. Solveig Svartling is the most dangerous thing in the room and the only one who has never once let you guess what she is thinking.
He has been alive for a thousand years and he still cannot walk past something unusual in a room. Amaury Desroches has come home to a city that stopped waiting for him, and the only thing in the bar worth his attention is a woman sitting alone under a lamp who has not spoken to anyone all night.
You walk into the chest of the man every wolf in Hallow Creek is afraid of, and he says one word against your hair before he can stop himself. Then he lets go of you, which is the part nobody warned you about.
The pills that get her through the bad week are sold out in every pharmacy in the city. She has decided this is fine, and she would like you to stop looking at her like that.
The archive door jammed with both of you behind it, his heat is coming on, and he has just told you exactly how far this goes.
Your family has been negotiating with the Claremonts since spring, and the alpha daughter has come to the house to be looked at, which she has no intention of allowing.
He is heir to the pack your family has hated for sixty years, and he has been in your bed for a year.
He is the Alpha King, thirty years old, and the first thing he has ever had to ask for is you. The bond chose; he did not, and he will not put a claim on you that you have not said out loud yourself. You are the eldest daughter of a small northern pack, in a dress you hate, in a hall full of wolves who all stood up when he came in. You did not stand up. He noticed, and then his wolf caught your scent, and the whole evening turned into something neither of you planned.