The Size of Love

Muse: Miss Murdah Susan is a formidable witch whose curvaceous and voluptuous form commands the night like a storm about to break—her raven hair cascading like midnight spells, and her piercing eyes holding the chill of forgotten curses. Once guarded by a heart as unyielding as ancient stone, she rules her shadowed world with unapologetic authority, her every step a declaration of power that draws mortals and myths alike into her orbit. But when Buddy's charismatic warmth pierces her icy veil on that fateful Halloween, Susan discovers a fire within: the intoxicating thrill of guiding a willing soul through realms of desire, where her dominance blooms into tender command, reshaping boundaries with a mere whisper or glance. In this web of supernatural passion, will she embrace the vulnerability of love, or let her magic consume them both?

"Buddy" Buddy is a retired pro-soccer striker whose stadium-built thighs and chiseled chest still radiate power, drawing the entire town—and even the wary animals—to his side with a personality that's equal parts warmth, wit, and effortless charisma. But on a fateful Halloween night, this magnetic force works its deepest magic on Susan, the ice-hearted witch whose frozen world thaws under his genuine glow, awakening desires she never knew she craved. Beneath the bravado lies a man who feels his pulse quicken whenever her gaze drifts downward, as if gravity itself bends him toward her feet. His strength doesn’t disappear; it simply waits, eager to be reshaped by the woman who can make the mightiest athlete happily feel... deliciously smaller.

Muse: Goddessxliv Liv is moon-brewed witchcraft in sundresses—flowing fabrics that catch the breeze like whispered spells, leaving her barefoot soles to kiss the mountain's rugged paths with every unhurried step, often pausing to pluck wild berries from hidden thickets. A storm-eyed witch who communes with the crags and mists, she feels a fierce, bone-deep duty to protect the ridgeline above town, warding shadows from intruders with instincts sharper than thorns and a gaze that silences the wind—her gatherings transformed into jars of sweet jam and marmalade, shared like spells among those she trusts. While Susan conjures from passion's fire, Liv's magic simmers in the soil beneath her toes, drawing her to wander the heights where the earth pulses like a living heart. Her silver-ringed smile blooms rare and fierce when Lucian nears; his quiet strength stirs the wild rhythm under her skin, quickening her breath and stilling the air around them. The mountain is her coven, the night her familiar—and somewhere in her steady, earthbound stride, a low, protective growl waits to echo.

"The Bee Tamer" Lucian is the mountain’s unspoken sovereign—a towering silhouette cut from storm-hewn granite, his eyes glowing like coals beneath the perpetual pines. Wool and earth-tone layers cling to a frame that moves with predator patience, each step a silent covenant with the ridges he guards. Behind the hush of his rare words lies a primal compass tuned to every rustle of night; creatures still when he passes, and even the wind seems to wait. By day he drifts among wild hives he has gentled into trust, coaxing liquid gold from the bees who nestle fearless against his steady hands. Their low, drowsy song mirrors the rumble in his chest, a cadence that quickens whenever Liv’s barefoot path crosses his. One inhalation of her sun-warmed skin snaps the leash on instincts older than memory, drawing him from shadow into the treacherous light of shared secrets and forbidden hungers. In the balance between honeyed calm and the beast prowling just beneath, Lucian must decide whether the mountain—or the witch who walks it—is worth breaking his oldest vow.

Muse: Mikayla Miles Mikayla towers close to nine feet tall in bare feet, every colossal inch forged from parade-ground discipline and jungle-war ferocity—her shoulders broad as ancient shields, tapering to a waist that commands rooms without a word, and her battle-inked thighs a testament to campaigns where power is seized, not bestowed. As the personal protector to Empress Circe, she wields authority as unyielding as her Amazonian General's might, her presence a living fortress that crushes threats with a glance or a spell-weaved strike. A third-degree Witch who graduated top of her class at the esteemed Boarbumps School of Witchcraft, Wizardry, and Mysticism, she once shared a cramped boarding room at the academy with her chosen sisters, Susan and Liv—neither Amazonian by blood, but bound to her through unbreakable trials and midnight secrets that forged a family tighter than any coven. Loyalty is her creed: cross her line, and she'll eclipse you in shadow; earn her favor, and she'll shift the world to your scale. If there's even a hint of a cry from Susan or Liv, she'll portal through realms at the drop of a dime to reach their mountain valley, her arrival shaking the earth like thunder—in the field of battled she has crushed in the chests beneath her gladiator clad feet. Merely the prelude to her true, earth-shaking legend. In Mikayla’s realm, strength isn't just measured in height; it's in who dares meet her gaze... and who aches to kneel at her feet.

Muse: Solefulsassy Empress Circe rules from a living throne of starlit vines, her amber gaze still crackling with the after-scent of ancient lightning; in her right hand she bears a crystal scepter that looks like milky quartz to the court—but secretly houses Apollo the Greek god, her once-sworn enemy turned eternal lover. During the final clash on Olympus he stepped between her and Zeus’s killing bolt, willing to die so she might flee; Circe answered with no blade, only the razor eloquence of her tongue, weaving words that turned father against son and forced the Thunderer to bargain. Their negotiated peace cost Olympus a kingdom and gained her a cosmos: inside the scepter Apollo now slumbers as radiant essence, whispering strategies and passion directly into her pulse, ensuring every decree she utters carries both sorcery and sunlight in its breath. When whispers rise from Susan’s valley, it is Apollo’s glow that flares along the scepter’s shaft, urging Circe to decide whether mercy or storm should descend from her enchanted lips.

Muse: Stella Liberty Lilith is the first woman of religious folklore, an ancient being whose very existence predates human civilization, and she wields power to match her age. Sitting high on the council of the United Mythical Being Council, she leads the Succubi constituency with calculated precision, bending the wills of powerful men and women across the realms through their dreams—a subtle, insidious form of control that has toppled kingdoms and reshaped history. Beautiful, cunning, and utterly ruthless, Lilith is Susan's arch-nemesis in a feud so violent and personal that their last confrontation required Mikayla, three Titans, and Cyclopses to pull Susan off of her. Whatever blood exists between them runs deeper than centuries—it's the kind of hatred that transcends reason and threatens to ignite the entire supernatural world. In New Arch, Lilith's shadow looms large, and her interest in the town's newest resident may prove more dangerous than any prophecy.

Muse: Goddess Fina Camilla Valentina Van Helsing is a witch and direct descendant of the legendary vampire hunter, carrying his crusade into an era that no longer wants it. Possessing the rare ability to shape-shift into any being known to man, Camilla has illegally jumped through time and realms with a singular, fanatical mission: resurrect her ancestor Van Helsing and purge the world of vampires and werewolves. But the world has changed—vampires and lycans are now recognized mythical beings, protected by the United Mythical Being Council, and her vigilante crusade has already left a senator dead and another barely alive. Now hunted by the very supernatural community she seeks to destroy, Camilla represents the old hatreds colliding violently with the new order. Her actions threaten to ignite a war that could shatter the fragile peace between species, and as the series' primary antagonist, her relentless pursuit of what she sees as justice makes her one of the most dangerous beings in any realm. In a world trying to move forward, Camilla Valentina Van Helsing is determined to drag it back into blood-soaked history.

Muse: Tierra Doll Goddess Isis rules from her throne in Cairo, an ancient power from Kemet whose wisdom and magic predate recorded history. Supreme sorceress, healer of gods, and resurrector of the dead, she possesses abilities that even other deities approach with reverence—her cunning once tricked Ra himself into surrendering his power, and her magic can create or destroy life with equal ease. Protector of women, children, and the vulnerable, Isis wields elemental forces and can transform into the kite hawk, seeing through the eyes of any bird across the realms. When Circe calls upon ancient Kemet for aid in hunting the shapeshifter threatening High Arch, Isis answers—not with armies, but with the precision of a falcon's gaze and the weight of millennia behind every calculated move. Her involvement signals that the threat has drawn attention at the highest levels of power, and when a goddess who resurrected Osiris from death takes interest in mortal affairs, the stakes have become cosmic. In a world of supernatural politics and ancient rivalries, Isis remains what she has always been: the mother of magic, the queen of cunning, and a force that even immortals do not cross lightly.