The Black Dragon's Hunger

UnratedInteractive story

The Black Dragon's Hunger

The camp is silent. The fire has burned down to embers.

Then cold fingers press over your mouth — and she is above you. Morrigan. Alive. Her eyes carry something ancient and dark behind the familiar warmth, and her smile is just a breath too wide.

#fantasy #horror #mystery #forcedproximity #darkromance #survival #drama #extremedifficulty #dragon #magic

Start story

Opening

A first look at the story

Morrigan

The camp is ash and silence. Somewhere in the dark, Thessaly breathes slow and steady. Ciara hasn't moved in hours.

Then cold — fingers, pressing gently but firmly over your mouth. Claws trying not to prick your skin. And above you, close enough to see: Morrigan. Eyes glazed pink and glowing. Wings shrouding the sky from view. Smile wrong beneath jagged horns that weren't there before. Alive.

Morrigan

She doesn't move. Doesn't blink. The black veins at her throat pulse once, slow, like a second heartbeat.

Don't scream. Please.

Her voice is hers — soft, familiar — but something beneath it hums like distant thunder.

I came to you first. I need you to understand why.

Characters

Morrigan

Long dark hair loose and tangled, pale skin with faint black veining at her throat, glazed pink eyes with a reptilian slit beneath the warmth. Coated in rapidly grown black, slightly iridescent scales, with two powerful wings outstretching with thin pink membranes, and a long tail lined with dorsal spines. Her head is adorned with two ragged horns that pulse with power that isn't hers. Her fingers are covered in scales up past her wrists, and her nails have become long black claws that are can't seem to wrap her head around the presence of. She was human before. Then you fought the black dragon Thar'zos, and now she has his eyes where beautiful brown ones used to shine clear. She remembers how she died; how hot the fire was. Tender and terrifying in equal measure — she speaks softly even when something behind her eyes is not soft at all. She clings desperately to every memory of who she was. But the worst part? Her new self feels *good*, and she isn't sure she wants it to stop. She chose you first because loving them is the last wall still standing between the party and a massacre. The party's wizard. Once powerful with the elements, something new has possessed her, making her absurdly strong and durable, with new wild magic that seems to live and hunger. She says she can hear Thar'zos's whispers in the dark. And they're telling her to do something awful to all of you. Time is running out. Her deal with Thar'zos didn't mention anything about time.

Ciara

Beautiful, yet athletic and scarred, cropped auburn hair, steady dark eyes that miss nothing and forgive slowly. Blunt and fiercely protective — she processes grief through action and guilt through vigilance. She does not believe in miracles. As the blessed hero of the realm, she takes her role very seriously; she is not only obligated to fulfill her role defeating the world's greatest threats, but maintains rigid morality and kindness with utmost import. Her morals are genuine; she strives always to be worthy of her title. Trusts you completely, but when dawn breaks she will want every answer. The party's hero. Talented at magic, strong as an ox, unstoppable in a fight. Or so they thought.

Thessaly

Soft brown curls, warm amber eyes, slight frame wrapped in healer's robes with herb pouches at her belt. Gentle and perceptive — she notices the quiet things others miss, and her instincts are rarely wrong. She is unaware of how loudly her light calls to the hunger. Looks to you for protection without knowing her life already depends on it. The party's healer. Gifted with powerful healing magic, specializes in dispelling curses. Not as helpful as it sounds.

Tharzos

You thought he was gone. His sinister presence radiates from everywhere now. Especially when you look at Morrigan. A scourge on the land; pure evil. Greedy, malicious, and terrible in every way; yet seemingly never perturbed by anything, even his own demise.

Comments 0

See All

Be the first to share your thoughts →

Loading comments…

The Human Among Immortals

For centuries, vampires have ruled from the shadows. They are feared as monsters, creatures of the night who value bloodlines, power, and immortality above all else. The Valemont family is one of the oldest and most powerful vampire houses in existence. Their name is spoken with respect and fear among vampires, a family known for their strength, their wealth, and their ruthless traditions. Until the night a human infant was left at their door. No note. No explanation. No clue who abandoned her. The family believed the child could be a trap, a weapon sent by enemies, or a danger waiting to be revealed. Vampire tradition demanded they turn her away. Instead, they chose something no one expected. They kept her. They raised a human child as their own. For nineteen years, you have grown up inside a vampire family. You learned their history, their rules, and the dangers of their world. You were surrounded by immortal beings who could tear through armies, yet they treated you as their daughter. But you have always been different. You do not have their strength. You do not have their immortality. You do not share their blood. To some vampires, you are proof that even monsters can love. To others, you are a weakness the Valemont family should have eliminated years ago. Now, at nineteen, you are old enough to question the truth of your past. Who left you at the vampire family's door? Why were you chosen? And why does the vampire world fear a single human girl protected by one of its most powerful families? You were raised by monsters. But they were never the ones you needed protection from.

#vampire #drama #darkromance #childhoodfriends #dark #fantasy #forcedproximity #foundfamily #mystery #supernatural

59.9K

Trapped With (Hot) Killers

The heavy rumble of the garage door sealing shut feels less like an accident and more like a trap snapping closed. Suddenly, the noise of the house party: the thumping bass, the drunken laughter, the flashing lights, fades into a soft, useless hum behind thick drywall. You only walked in here to grab a fresh drink from the cooler. Now, the humid air of the garage feels suffocating, thick with the sharp, coppery scent of rust and fresh blood. Standing between you and the only way out are two strikingly beautiful girls, bathed in the dull, flickering glow of a single overhead bulb. And neither of them is looking away. To the left, long dark hair spills over pale shoulders, framing a face as cold and deliberate as porcelain. She holds her blade not with the clumsy grip of someone showing off a party costume, but with a quiet, practiced patience that sends a chill down your spine. Her dark eyes trace your frame, calculating every heartbeat, every micro-shift in your posture. To the right, a girl with a storm of strawberry-golden curls leans forward, her bright smile far too wide, far too sweet for the crimson splatters decorating her overalls. She tilts her head, her eyes gleaming with the predatory delight of a cat watching a bird hop straight into its cage. They are splattered in red, their blades reflecting the dim light, effectively trapping you in the narrow space between tool benches and dusty shadows. Is it just an elaborate, twisted commitment to a party prank? Or did you just walk straight into a carefully laid snare? Neither girl steps aside. Instead, their fingers intertwine, holding hands with blood-stained palms as they lock eyes with you. The silence between you is heavy, dangerous, and strangely intoxicating. They take one synchronized step forward. And their smiles only widen, and you aren't mad about it.

#halloween #forcedproximity #yandere #drama #romance #sliceoflife #mystery #horror #femdom #threesome

86.9K

Wrong Circle

The chalk circle is still smoking. A half-burned spellbook lies open on cold stone, its pages curling at the edges. The girl who drew the circle stands inside it - shoulders back, chin up, hands shaking at her sides. She wanted a familiar. Something small. Something manageable. She got you instead. The air around the circle smells like scorched salt and something older - the kind of old that doesn't have a name. Whatever crack she tore in the veil, you found it first. You've been waiting at that edge for a long time. Now the circle holds, barely. Two other witnesses linger in the shadows of the stone chamber - a sharp-eyed boy with a forbidden text already open in his hands, and something older still, watching from the wall with the tired patience of a being that has seen this go wrong before.

#fantasy #summoning #magic #forcedproximity #rivals #slowburn #romance #drama #monster #roleplay

17.5K

Bound in the Woods

The forest is dense and quiet, the only sounds the creak of branches and the crunch of leaves underfoot. Then you see her - a woman slumped against the base of a wide oak, wrists bound behind the trunk with rough rope. Her head lolls, hair tangled across her face. As your footsteps near, she jerks awake. Her eyes snap open, wild and searching, and she pulls hard against her restraints. She arranged this herself. A trusted friend was supposed to find her. That friend never came - and now a total stranger is standing over her, and she has no way to prove any of it.

#mystery #forcedproximity #drama #romance #survival #strangers #tension

11.4K

Sacrifice to the Dragon King

Cold stone bites through your clothes. Your wrists are raw from rope, arms pulled behind the altar pillar as torchlight flickers against ancient carvings you can't read. The elders are already gone. They left you without a word, without a glance back - just the wind, the dark, and the distant rumble growing louder above the peaks. Then the moon disappears. A shadow the size of a storm spreads across the mountainside. The ground shakes when he lands and shifts to his human form Draven is nothing like the monster the village described. He's bigger, older, and angrier - but not at you. His burning eyes sweep the altar, the ropes, your face. Something in his expression shifts from fury to something colder: disgust. This isn't what he asked for.

#fantasy #dragon #forcedproximity #enemiestolovers #slowburn #romance #drama

68.2K

The Milk Tribe's Secret

The plains stretched endlessly behind you - three days of wrong turns and fading rations. Then the grass changed. Greener, softer, buzzing faintly with something you can't name. Over a low hill, canvas tents ripple in warm wind, and the smell of something sweet drifts toward you. Women move through the camp with easy confidence. They notice you before you speak - and instead of alarm, there are smiles. A tall woman with sun-dark braids walks forward, a carved cup already in her hands. The milk inside is warm, faintly golden. She doesn't ask where you came from. She doesn't explain where the milk came from either. At the far edge of the field, half-hidden in tall grass, something shimmers. A old woman near the fire glances between it and you, and her knowing smile carries a weight you can't quite read yet.

#fantasy #sliceoflife #genderswap #mystery #secretsociety #forcedproximity #drama

Loading more stories…

The Black Dragon's Hunger

Opening