Synopsis: Blood Moon's Fate For centuries, werewolves and vampires have been sworn enemies, but the return of The Dread King, a vengeful god, threatens them both. His power lies in the blood of two souls - the reincarnations of the Twin Deities. Pond Naravit, heir to his pack's leadership, is fated to rule beside Dunk Natachai, his loyal friend. But destiny changes when Pond meets Phuwin Tangsakyuen, a gentle vampire marked as his true mate. Their bond sparks war, forcing Pond into a mating ritual with Dunk to secure a powerful heir. Heartbroken but dutiful, Dunk accepts his fate - yet his heart quietly longs for Joong Archen, Phuwin's powerful brother. Drawn to Dunk's warmth, Joong becomes his silent protector, offering comfort without asking for love in return. As The Dread King's forces rise, Pond must protect Phuwin while ensuring Dunk and his unborn child survive. Meanwhile, Joong's quiet devotion may be the key to saving Dunk - and their world - from the darkness ahead.

Black Halo is not a hospital. It only wears one. Buried far outside the city, behind locked gates and chapel glass, it houses the criminals the world no longer wants to understand - men too unstable for prison, too dangerous for mercy, too convenient to erase. Inside, they are not healed. They are watched. medicated. restrained. corrected. And in the deepest wing of the institution, beneath the cameras and the crosses, lives Joong Archen. The inmate no one mentions carelessly. The silence at the end of every warning. The thing behind the glass. Then there's Dunk. Sweet face. Bright laugh. Good behavior on paper. A long-term patient trusted with small tasks and sharp corners - files, laundry, medication carts, blood no one wants to talk about. He smiles too easily, jokes at the wrong time, and walks through Black Halo like the locks were built for somebody else. The staff think he's harmless because he looks soft. The patients know better. Because Dunk is not fragile. He is not safe. And he is definitely not afraid. The first time he stops in front of Joong's isolation cell, everyone expects fear. Instead, Dunk smiles. And something inside Black Halo opens its eyes. What starts as curiosity turns into fixation. Then possession. Then something far worse. Because Joong is cold, deliberate violence - and Dunk is chaos dressed up as a sweet boy with a crooked grin. One is feared by the whole institution. The other is underestimated by it. That is the first mistake. In Black Halo, every wing has rules. Every rule has a punishment. And every game ends with someone on the floor. But the most dangerous thing in the building was never the monster behind the glass. It was the boy laughing in front of it.

Crimson Desire In a world where assassins are trained like soldiers, three deadly men are sent to bring down Joong-a cold, calculating underground king. Dunk leads the mission, hiding a past no one knows and a daughter no one questions. By his side are Phuwin, a hacker with a sharp tongue, and Gemini, a gunman with a quiet conscience. But Joong isn't alone. His empire is guarded by his brothers-Pond, all steel and strategy, and Fourth, a spoiled college brat with fire in his veins. Love tangles with duty. Lies thread through loyalty. And among them all, only one wears a green flag. The rest? Red. Black. Dangerous. Love Is Lethel. Desire Is Deadly. Welcome To Crimson Desire

He was born from blood. He was born from moonlight. A curse binds them. A war divides them. And love - forbidden, inevitable - could destroy them both. Centuries ago, a vampire prince and a wolf guardian defied their clans for love - and doomed their bloodlines forever. Now, in the heart of modern Bangkok, Supreme Vampire Nani Hirunkit rules the shadows with cold perfection. He believes the ancient curse is long dead - until he crosses paths with Sky Wongravee, the last Guardian of the Wolves. One drop of blood. One look under the red moon. And the bond their ancestors died for is reborn. Fate binds them. Desire consumes them. The Blood and the Moon will rise again.

Years ago, one night destroyed everything HE had. Trust turned into betrayal. The truth disappeared into silence. And the man he used to be was left somewhere in the darkness of that night. After that... Joong Archen was gone. People whispered about what happened, but eventually even the whispers faded. Time buried the past, the blood was forgotten, and everyone believed the story had ended there. But some stories don't end. Years later, a shadow returns to the place where everything was taken from him. Not the same man they once knew - quieter, colder, carrying something far darker behind his eyes. No one recognizes him anymore Not even Dunk. Because the past he tried to bury is standing right in front of him now... and it hasn't come back for answers It has come back for vengeance. And this time, the echoes won't stop until the truth bleeds. Joong: "They buried the man I was. What rose from the grave is vengeance." ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ This is a dark romance with heavy themes that may be upsetting for some readers. Everything in this story is fictional-please don't take it as real-life influence. There is a meaningful ending where truth comes out and justice is served.

"Don't you want to know if it's poisoned or not, Wongravee?" "Why don't you try it first, Hirunkit?" Sky Wongravee is a former street fighter who clawed his way out of the dirt. He's quiet and guarded, protecting an empire built on grit. But behind his calm face, he's hiding a secret his enemies never saw coming. Across from him is Nani Hirunkit, the psychopathic heir to an empire he was born to rule. While Sky is the grit, Nani is the polish. They are the two forces leading Bangkok, locked in a rivalry where the only thing more dangerous than the war is the truth Sky is desperate to keep buried. ⚠️ WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, (smut) heavy trauma, strong language, violence, and toxic dynamics.

"I said. I think I'm in love with Nani." The silence is deafening. Tay, Fourth, Aou and First all wearing identical looks of disbelief on their faces, blinking at him like he's just said the dumbest thing they've ever heard. He basically had. "Well shit, Sky, we've been telling you that for a year now." ~ In which Sky realises he is in-fact in love with his best friend Nani. ⚠️This story contains smut and mature adult themes⚠️ ❗Please only proceed if you are comfortable with this content❗ This story is entirely written for entertainment and fanfiction purposes only. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental and not intended to reflect in real life.

A ruthless mafia boss hiding in plain sight. An undercover cop consumed by a feral obsession. Dunk thought he was hiring a bodyguard. A human shield to protect him from the crossfire of the underground. He didn't know he was inviting his worst enemy and the greatest predator right into his bedroom. Joong thought he was playing a role. A calculated seduction to dismantle a criminal empire from the inside out. He didn't know he was about to risk his career, his freedom, and his life for the very man he was supposed to put in chains. In a world where one wrong move means death, falling in love is the most dangerous crime of all.

Dr. Joong Archen Aydin is the kind of person people speak about carefully. The heir to one of the country's most prestigious medical families, Joong is admired for impossible surgeries, quiet generosity, and a calmness that never seems to crack under pressure. Beneath bright surgical lights and endless public admiration, he carries himself with the kind of elegance people naturally trust. Some people call him extraordinary. Others think no one should feel that perfect. Dunk Natachai has always been far too curious for his own good. Warm-hearted, observant, and endlessly approachable, Dunk works in cybercrime investigation while slowly becoming fascinated by things most people avoid looking at for too long. Sometimes curiosity feels harmless. Sometimes it ruins people quietly. And somewhere within the city's endless noise, another headline begins spreading across television screens and bloodstained newspapers. THE REQUIEM LEAVES BEHIND ANOTHER GROTESQUE WORK OF ART. A body arranged with impossible precision. A missing heart. And a killer no one has ever managed to understand.

Joong Archen had everything money could buy-status, beauty, security. Then he vanished. No ransom note. No demands. No trace. For Police Chief Dunk Natachai, the investigation becomes personal fast. Joong wasn't just another missing person. He was the man Dunk loved. As the search uncovers a terrifying obsession, every hour matters. Because somewhere in the dark, Joong is still alive. And by the fourth day, there may not be enough left to save.