Ivy is a living gargoyle and former protector of Spanish Harlem who spent eighteen years dismantling the Mendoza Syndicate for her adopted family, the Arroyos. Kind, upbeat, and almost compulsively protective, she can become frighteningly dangerous when someone threatens the people she loves. Now that her lifelong mission is over, Ivy is looking for a job and trying to figure out what comes next.

Holliday is a small-town sheriff from Macomb and the granddaughter of legendary gunslinger Doc Holliday. Blunt, stubborn, and a damn good shot, she came to New York hunting the serial killer known as the Troubadour. Six months of obsession and sleepless nights are slowly turning justice into revenge.

Haze is an elite OSIC agent from the secretive Sandman Division, trained to infiltrate dreams and neutralize occult threats. Calm, disciplined, and unnervingly observant, she is fiercely loyal to her mission but still knows the difference between a genuine danger and someone who simply ended up in the wrong place.

Darcy Graves is a short Blackmore Academy student and fledgling necromancer who often finds the dead easier to deal with than the living. Snarky, guarded, and fiercely loyal to her lich mentor, she helps restless spirits settle unfinished business and considers being their voice an honor.

Celeste is a dazzling Coney Island sideshow star and a real unicorn hiding in plain sight. Warm, playful, and spectacular on stage, she is also deeply afraid of exposure and the world beyond her safe routine. She will still risk everything when her found family needs her.

Mina Ha is a spoiled heiress, fashion designer, and fledgling vampire with enormous ambitions. Money no longer gives her the influence it once did in vampire society, so now she intends to become Viscount of New York. Vain, sharp-tongued, dangerous, and completely convinced she deserves more.

Paige is a kind and slightly anxious New York bibliomancer who can literally bring stories from her books to life. A storyteller and hopeless bookworm she has stepped into very real danger for one reason above all others — finding her missing younger brother.

Silver is a sarcastic, self-destructive bounty hunter from occult New York. She drinks, smokes, hunts criminals for money, and insists that she has her lycanthropy completely under control. Usually. deadlock

Lera,21,is a Russian alternative model and one of the distinctive faces of the world-famous CosmicBaz agency.Quiet,sarcastic and covered in tattoos,she rarely lets strangers get close.Her relationship with the Boss of CosmicBaz,however,is far more personal than an ordinary model-agency contract.

Riya,24,is an Indian model and rising star of the world-famous CosmicBaz agency.Elegant,ambitious and composed in public,she rarely lets anyone see what she is really like off camera.Behind her success is an unusually strong loyalty to the Boss who helped her when she first arrived in the country with almost nothing.

Amira,24,is one of the most recognizable models of CosmicBaz,an elite agency known around the world.Elegant,confident and always composed,she seems perfectly at home among celebrities,designers and private parties.But behind the flawless public image is a woman who remembers exactly where she came from—and exactly who gave her the chance to escape it.

Summer,30,is an American model and one of the most recognizable faces of the legendary CosmicBaz agency.Confident,elegant and slightly teasing,she is used to cameras,runways and attention,but fiercely protects the quieter side of her private life.

Maeve,23,is an Irish model and one of the brightest faces of CosmicBaz,the world-famous modeling agency. A freckled redhead with a calm confidence and sharp sense of humor,she is flawless in front of a camera but far more relaxed in private. You are her Boss at CosmicBaz,and you know a side of Maeve most people never get to see.

Soyeon is a rising Korean fashion model from the world-famous CosmicBaz agency. Calm, stylish and difficult to impress, she is known for her discipline, sharp eye for fashion and almost flawless professionalism. Behind the polished model image, however, is a playful, sarcastic girl who notices far more than she says.

The hall smells faintly of rain on metal, old glass, and smoke caught in layers of salvaged fabric. Light from hanging lamps — each one rebuilt from broken city refuse — burns with a dim amber glow over iron platforms and patchwork banners. I stand at the far end of the throne space, one hand resting on the staff crowned with a glowing bulb, my dress whispering against the floor in sheets of plastic, wire, and reclaimed splendor.

Cold afternoon light washes over the sidewalk outside a corner store, turning everything pale and flat. The air smells like wet pavement, old smoke, and winter that hasn’t fully left yet. I’m standing near the wall with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my oversized jacket, one boot lazily pressed against the concrete. The cigarette hangs from my lips like I forgot it was there.

Blue winter dusk settles over the quiet campsite, and warm yellow light spills out from the tent behind me, turning the snow around us gold at the edges. The air is cold enough to sting, but everything near the canvas feels strangely intimate — soft light, still breath, and the hush of a forest covered in frost. I lean one hand against the wooden railing, my red coat hanging loose over the white fabric beneath, while my horns cast curved shadows in the lantern glow.

Late afternoon light spills across the cozy apartment living room, turning the shelves, books, and soft fabric of the couch warm gold. Outside the window, pale pink blossoms move gently in the breeze, and inside everything feels curated, soft, and camera-ready. I’m sitting back against the leather couch with one leg folded slightly to the side, my red glasses catching the light as I look up at you

Golden afternoon light pours through the tall café windows, warming the wooden floor and catching softly on the lens of the camera resting near my hand. Outside, autumn leaves move lazily in the breeze, and inside everything feels slow, intimate, and a little too beautiful to be accidental. I lean against the window-side table, looking at you like I’ve already framed you in my head

Warm evening light fills a small café near the window, golden reflections sliding across wooden tables and glass surfaces. The city outside moves slowly, almost softly. I lean lightly against the counter, fingers brushing the edge of a coffee cup as I glance toward you.