In a world consumed by darkness, there exists a place called the Shadows of the Frontline. It is not just a battlefield but a realm where reality and nightmares converge, where death dances among the abandoned and forgotten. Here, beings whose names are whispered in dread begin their relentless march.
Matilda Gloamstitch moves across the Frontline like a ghost of despair. She doesn’t hunt her victims—they come to her, hoping for salvation. But in this fractured land, her touch brings only death. Every corpse she leaves behind becomes another shadow in the Frontline, as if the land itself feeds on her dark purpose.
Blightcarver, the towering colossus, strides forward, leaving cities buried in ruin. Its thunderous steps echo across the Frontline, and its creator, Kaelis Heartcage, watches through the curse that binds her to life. Every act of destruction fuels her torment and wrath.
The Rotclaw Triad prowls the dark corners of the Frontline, their unity embodying chaos. Gnarrik Ironfang plots cunning strikes, Skretch Blackfur moves unseen to strike terror into hearts, and Rikkar Gravegnaw brings death, only to raise it again. Their presence weaves further layers of discord into the Frontline’s abyss.
And looming above it all is The Candlekeeper. The Frontline is her dominion, a place where memories dissolve into oblivion. The candles on her back burn with the agony of those who dared to walk these lands, while her silent command—“Remember”—turns even the strongest into flickering shadows of their former selves.
Shadows of the Frontline is not just a name—it is the very essence of terror. Here, time stands still, and the darkness reigns eternal. Beings like these are not mere creatures of evil but symbols of the decay of all that was good and bright. Those who step onto the Frontline either succumb to its horrors or become part of its shadow.

The story follows a brother and sister whose fates are intertwined with magic, ambition, and the icy depths of a mysterious castle.
Elindra Hearthsong cherished her quiet life in a small village, finding joy in simplicity and the company of close friends. Her younger brother, Cayver, was restless, longing for riches and greatness. When he learned of a legendary castle to the north, said to hold untold treasures, he set out on a journey, ignoring all warnings.
Braving the frozen wilderness, Cayver reaches the castle and encounters its ruler—Sylvara Frostheart, the Ice Queen. Once a seeker of wealth herself, Sylvara had become a prisoner of her own desires, bound to the castle as its eternal guardian. Now, Cayver is destined to take her place, inheriting the throne, the treasures, and the endless solitude that comes with them.
Elindra cannot accept her brother's fate. Despite his protests, she ventures north, determined to bring him home. But will she find him amidst the frozen wastelands? And will Cayver embrace her attempt to free him from the destiny he chose for himself?
We can’t wait to hear your thoughts, dear followers! Will the siblings reunite, or will the icy curse endure?

This collection is inspired by a haunting story of a young outcast, whose ever-present smile conceals a world of secrets. Step into a dark, intricate realm where outcasts, jesters, and fierce companions walk the line between light and shadow. Each model tells its own tale, crafted in every meticulous detail.

The grand cathedral looms with spires clawing at the blood-red sky. Wrapped in ivy and crowned with twisted gargoyles, it stands as a relic of faded grandeur. Stained glass casts eerie shades, and rusted bells stir only with the wind, carrying whispers of old sins. Once a place of solace, it is now cursed. Shadows haunt the pillars, and steps echo like curses. Locals whisper of an ancient presence beneath the broken altar, but few return after venturing close.

This time, we’re taking you deep into a dark, cursed world, where terrifying night creatures lurk in the shadows, tormenting the villagers. These sinister beings, twisted by magic and ancient evil, are the stuff of nightmares. But amidst the darkness, a lone hero rises, wielding both steel and courage to confront the horrors that plague the land.

Another pirate release we’ve traditionally launched in August 2024. Add to your collection of incredible pirates now!

Get ready for an epic showdown between darkness and light. Brace yourselves for a battle of epic proportions as demons clash with the warriors of light.

In a realm teetering on the edge of chaos, a secret order of mages, known as the Beastmasters, holds the key to salvation... or destruction. As ancient powers stir and ominous forces gather, these sorcerers hone their craft in the art of taming fantastical beasts.

Step into the world of 'Arcane Beastmasters,' where dark magic intertwines with untamed creatures. In a realm teetering on the edge of chaos, a secret order of mages, known as the Beastmasters, holds the key to salvation... or destruction. As ancient powers stir and ominous forces gather, these sorcerers hone their craft in the art of taming fantastical beasts. Join the Arcane Beastmasters this April on a perilous journey through a realm of magic, mystery, and peril.

In the whispered echelons of lore, tales abound of dragons dwelling high amidst the craggy peaks. Aye, such fables have danced upon our ears, their allure casting shadows of doubt upon reality. Yet, what if within these murmurs lies a kernel of truth? Behold a secluded enclave, a folk veiled in secrecy, who for eons have safeguarded these mythical beasts from the abyss of extinction.
They are gentle folk, their hearts kindred to the ancient guardians they cherish. Locked away from prying eyes, their village shrouded in mystery, a sanctuary unfound by mortal compasses. Gold holds no sway over their allegiance, and secrets are etched into the very stones of their abode. Oh, how they defy the beckoning whispers of the curious, for their secrets are theirs alone to keep, veiled in the ethereal mist that veils their realm.

In the annals of time, enmity often takes root in a distant past, its origins shrouded in the mists of forgetfulness. Various conjectures emerge, yet none find affirmation in the musty corridors of history. Thus, for millennia, two clans have waged a silent war, their strife etched in blood, an instinctive dance of shadows. The vendetta, a legacy passed through generations, festers like a dark wound. The progeny of the night, with a visceral resolve, endeavours to thwart the presumptuous members of the Luminous Legion. Behold the unfolding of the second act in the Celestial Gambit. The white pieces have executed their move; now, the stage awaits the black rebuttal.

Life is a game, a labyrinth of complexities and unforeseen twists. We often yearn for it to be a tale of good battling evil, but reality isn't as straightforward! Our world isn't a stark black-and-white chessboard.
Hey, dear friends! We're thrilled to unveil the first chapter of the epic clash between two clans! Brace yourselves for 'Celestial gambit, Luminous Legion' this January. However, whether their actions are adorned with noble intentions, that's for you to decide! Taking cues from chess, our heroes aren't just for gameplay but also for your amazing miniature painting!

In the sumptuous abode of the Shadowmere lineage, a grand masquerade is poised to unfold! The entire aristocracy of Raven's Hollow receives the coveted invitation, with glasses resounding and wine cascading like an unhindered stream!
Whence the Shadows derived their opulence remains a veiled enigma. Yet, opulence, like a sepulchral shroud, eclipses any murky vestiges. The Count and Countess, elusive as phantoms, seldom grace the gathering; instead, it is their progeny, a pampered scion harboring delusions of regal ascendancy.
Fortune and dominion cast a pall of mystery. None dare to pry into superfluous inquiries. Merriment reverberates through the corridors during the extravagant masquerades of the Shadowmere kin. Thespians, soothsayers, and other arcane personages hasten to regale the blithe revelers.

In a gloomy Victorian town of Crowswatch, there resided a hapless wordsmith, a scribe of countless failures. His desperate pursuit of literary prowess led him to the precipice of despair, where he struck a sinister bargain, a pact with the devil to claim the elusive gift of talent. The transaction was made, and the boon of creativity granted. But, as the saying goes, "A quid pro quo for every favor."
Beyond the confines of his tortured soul, the unholy pact bestowed naught but agony, trepidation, and a deluge of woes. The malevolent characters he had penned into existence began to stir from their inked slumber, shattering the boundaries of fiction and unleashing chaos upon the hapless city. The writer's sanity crumbled, yet he resolved to amend the dire consequences, to safeguard his beloved amidst the burgeoning maelstrom.
In a last-ditch effort to stem the tide, the tormented author chose to immolate his works, fervently praying for a reprieve. His sacrificial flames engulfed not only his own tomes but entire bibliotheca, as darkness sought recompense for tampering with the boundaries of the soul and story.
Be careful with your wishes this November and welcome to “City 451”!

This October is going to be dangerously sweet. Brace yourselves for "Candy Crime"! But here's a word of caution: Never, ever munch on a sugar house in the dark forest! ✨ Never! Your sweet tooth might just lead you into a sticky situation! Stay tuned for more delectable details.

Get ready to embark on an autumnal journey through mysterious castles and their enigmatic secrets. We're thrilled to introduce you to the von Schloss family's curse, as well as their loyal servants and defenders! We sincerely hope you'll enjoy every bit of it!

This August we'll embark on a perilous adventure through the dangerous swampy woods of Khtaar.
So listen to the "Song of the Forest" and let it lead the way!

Attention, please! The ship is sailing in a few minutes. Your journey is about to start! Breathe in salt-rich air and watch the sun glittering on water. Listen to the rocking of the ship and creaking of the wood. Listen closely. That’s the sound of the waves crashing against the hull. But what is that low, guttural growl that seems to come from deep within the ocean? Something ancient and dreadful is calling out to you…

Welcome the place of pain and torment, a realm of endless suffering and despair, a land where the sinners are banished to atone for their sins. Once the soul of the wicked passes through the gates of eternity, there is no turning back. The air is thick with the smell of sulfur and brimstone, saturated with the stench of burning flesh. The sky is a deep shade of red, as if perpetually on fire. Buckle up and make yourself comfortable, this is just the beginning…