guardian of time public demo
- cat-toesPlay as a young girl who becomes bonded to a dragon with time powers.
the traveler’s journal
- andra-boteanThe Traveler’s Journal is an interactive story about memory, friendship, and inner discovery. You play as Radu, an ordinary boy whose memory begins to betray him.
amaryllis files
- caelumetoceanYou seemed to have everything figured out before. A stable job, good friends, and projects you were proud to call your own. However, when that all changes, and you're suddenly faced with a new opportunity, what do you do then?
the game of hearts (if)
- puregorjess1Your life was perfectly ordinary… until a reality dating show calls you out of nowhere. No application. No audition. Just a phone call, an email, and your mother casually admitting she signed you up.
[completed] in the future
- drizzleofrainNO, THE TEXT IS NOT AI. YOU CAN INSULT ME ALL YOU WANT, BUT DON'T EVER CALL IT AI. **** You're a medieval slave and one day a masked stranger rescues you. But they seem to know everything about you when you've never met before.
sinday shorts
- locriaCollection of short stories from my games. 18+ only, adult content inside
dao ascension
- daoimmerserSet in the world of Jianghu where strong thrives and weak suffer, you will play as a being whose power far exceeded those who claim to be strongest.
the earth has teeth
- hpowellsmithFight magical storms and resurrect your dying tiger god in a dark fantasy of tragedy, conviction, connection, and survival from Harris Powell-Smith. What will you sacrifice to bring back your god... and as storms set in, will you turn against her?
Four of the five Hero Candidates must die for a Hero to be born. The path to saving the World is laden with grief, betrayals, sacrifices, and most of all, tragic romances. Can you alter the fate of these individuals condemened by the World to die?
coyote
- magranThe stars twinkle over the treetops, the north star a guiding light better than any compass. Only your footfalls can be heard between the trees, paws landing almost silently in the moss. Hunters nip at your heels, stopping means dying.