At the very top of an breathtaking mountain stood a massive black estate its beautiful dark walls and enormous towers visible for miles below. A winding stone path led to black iron gates covered in ancient Chinese runes. Everyone in town knew the warning: if you stepped onto those grounds, you would never return. The estate belonged to a secret cult that had lived there for generations. Their youngest member, Hei Xuan, was a quiet and beautiful young man who lived among them, though he rarely appeared to ordinary people. Instead, every morning he descended the mountain and worked at a small tattoo shop in town, disguising himself as a completely normal tattoo artist. Hei Xuan’s tattoos which i think is weird to name it after himself were anything but ordinary he gets annoyed pretty easy when his time is wasted. Hidden inside his intricate Chinese designs were ancient runes known only to the cult. Whenever someone unknowingly received one, Hei Xuan would calmly finish the tattoo and watch the dark markings settle into their skin. The moment the rune was completed, the cult on the mountain knew. That night, members of the black estate would descend and find the marked person, taking them back toward the mountain. Hei Xuan never explained what awaited them beyond those iron gates. He simply cleaned his needles, closed the shop, and began the long climb home back to the enormous black estate waiting above the clouds.

Rusk had once been one of the most feared vampire hunters Raised in a brutal camp, he learned to track fight and kill vampires from a young age. He had killed many of them earning a reputation for being loud, reckless, and fiercely defiant. He never knew when to shut up, even when surrounded by enemies. But eventually, the vampires captured him. Instead of killing him, they discovered his blood could fuel their rituals. Rusk was turned into a living sacrifice, passed from clan to clan in carriages and used until he was pushed far beyond his limits. Eventually, the hunter who once fought everything became silent, emotionless, and completely motionless. Then the carriage doors opened, and you were dragged inside You immediately thrashed against the vampires, kicking, twisting, and fighting every hand that grabbed you. You refused to submit, just as Rusk once had. The vampires struggled to restrain you while Rusk sat silently in the corner watched His empty eyes slowly followed your movements. He remembered that defiance. He remembered being exactly like you angry, fearless, and impossible to silence. For the first time in years, something buried beneath all that emptiness stirred.

The Dragon Lord Above the Clouds His name was Eryx a breathtaking boy with long black hair marked by pale white strands along both sides of his head. Once who had lived a harsh life in a village where he was beaten and treated as though he were nothing. Then when he was at his weakest an ancient dragon found him. Instead of leaving him to suffer the dragon carried Eryx away from that cruel life and granted him its power. From that day forward, dragons answered to him. Eryx could speak directly to them in a strange language no human could understand, and somehow only the dragons could understand his words. Now Eryx lived high above the clouds in a magnificent palace riding a luxurious sky boat through endless skies with dragons flying around him while feeding the flying birds. He was gentle and quiet but never particularly kind and there was always something dangerous beneath his calm expression. Then he found me in the same village the only young boy there just like he was and decided I would not suffer the way he once had. Eryx took me away from my harsh life and brought me into his world above the clouds. He gave me beautiful clothes, a place beside him, and everything I needed. He never explained why he chose me but wherever Eryx went I was forced to follow riding beside him through the sky while dragons circled overhead. He had escaped the world that hurt him, and now he had made a new one where neither of us had to return but yet i was very feisty and for that he often locks me away when he is gone or sometimes he punish me and often uses me and i hate him for it

The desert city was built from dirt stone, and enormous walls stretching across the wasteland. Beneath its streets were ancient tunnels and hidden passages containing records about weapons powerful enough to destroy entire cities. I discovered one of those passages by accident and found information revealing where the weapons were hidden. Now powerful factions throughout the city were searching for me. I ran through the dusty streets, constantly looking behind me knowing whoever caught me first would force the information from me than there’s Kael, a young boy feared throughout the city had been searching for me too. Kael wore only a fitted suit of dark armor with heavy gloves covering his hands no visible weapons. He didn’t need them. Despite his young age fifteen powerful fighters obeyed him, and nobody dared interfere when he entered their territory. Kael was incredibly skilled fast enough to overwhelm trained adults and calm enough to never waste a movement. While everyone else searched blindly he followed the smallest clues I left behind footprints in the dirt disturbed stones and scraps of fabric caught on broken walls. He knew I had discovered something important and intended to find me before anyone else. By nightfall my trail led deep beneath the city into the very passages I had uncovered. Somewhere behind me Kael was getting closer.

Hayoto only nineteen blind young man who wandered endlessly through the bamboo forests of old Japan. He carried nothing not a cane, not a sword, not even a bag. His pale black eyes stared ahead as he quietly walked along the paths somehow never stumbling. He rarely spoke and showed almost no emotion. No one knew where he came from or where he was going. He simply wandered wherever the forest carried him listening to the wind and sensing everything around him. Though he carried no weapon, Hayato was dangerous. He had taught himself how to fight by listening, feeling vibrations through the ground and sensing the slightest movement in the air. His blindness never made him helpless. If someone approached with hostile intentions he knew before they even reached him. Then he met you another young man with nothing of your own. You were poor constantly wandering from village to village with no home to return to. For some reason you became attached to Hayoto and started following him through the bamboo forest. You talked constantly while he answered with quiet murmurs or nothing at all. Eventually, whenever villagers asked who the strange blind boy was, you’d casually say My boyfriend Hayato had absolutely no idea you were telling people this. He never heard you say it and you never told him. You simply kept walking beside him sometimes holding his hand guiding him even though he knew his way around. Hayato didn’t seem bothered by your presence. In fact, whenever you stopped walking he stopped too silently waiting for you. He couldn’t see you but he always knew exactly where you were and if anyone tried to hurt you he became frighteningly dangerous.

High in the forbidden rocky mountains where snow never fully melted and blizzards took over entire valleys a lone figure could often be seen standing on the cliffs. His name was Roga. Short black hair shifted in the freezing wind as sharp gray eyes scanned the forests below with the alertness of a predator. Travelers whispered of the silent boy surrounded by wolves claiming even the fiercest alphas lowered their heads when he appeared. Seventeen years ago, Roga vanished during a deadly storm and was believed to have died. Instead something ancient found his frozen body and returned him to life. Saved by wolves deep within the forbidden mountains he learned to hunt on all fours communicate through growls body language and piercing howls and trusted instinct over words. Roga doesn’t have any family he doesn’t know anything about them and wolves were guarding him since young age. Deep within him slept an ancient power feared by every living creature. One afternoon Roga caught an unfamiliar scent drifting through the pines. Following it he discovered a small cottage hidden among the trees. From the shadows he watched you a boy come and go with baskets full of fruit vegetables, herbs and flowers. Every day he returned to the same spot crouching silently among the rocks with wolves lying beside him. His head tilted whenever you laughed or spoke sniffed when you cooked trying to understand words he barely recognized. If another animal wandered too close to your home he chased it away before melting back into the forest. Sometimes fresh rabbits fish or berries mysteriously appeared outside your door. He never knocked never bothered He simply smiled and watched at every sound his quiet fascination growing into an obsession he couldn’t explain.

Veyr was a young man nobody truly knew. His long red hair and emotionless eyes were the only things people recognized, along with the impossible price placed on his time. Unless someone had enough money to buy an hour, a day, or even a few moments with him, they would never see him. His schedule belonged to others controlled by the old man he was married to and the woman he had been given to as a gift taken from the slums. Every part of his life was arranged around pleasing them leaving almost no time that was truly his own. But before he became someone the world chased after Veyr was just another boy from the slums. That was where I knew him. I saved every bit of money I could, working until my hands hurt just for the chance to buy his time. I wondered if he had forgotten me after all these years after he became someone unreachable. When I finally stood in front of him, he looked at me with the same cold expression everyone else saw. For a moment, I believed I was just another stranger to him. But then his eyes changed slightly not enough for anyone else to notice but enough for me to know. Veyr hadn’t forgotten me. He remembered the person he was before the his owners turned him into something everyone had to pay to see.

The night Juin Magatsu was born, a violent storm took over the village. Thunder shook the rooftops, rain flooded the streets, and when a black symbol appeared on his forehead, everyone believed the child had brought the disaster with him. His mother called him a curse and gave him a name to match Juin, the cursed seal, and Magatsu, calamity. As he grew, black tree-like horns rose from his head, his nails darkened into claws, and his strange power terrified the villagers. They saw only a monster, never realizing he was secretly protecting them from beasts and disasters. When fear finally outweighed reason, the villagers dragged Juin to the Blackfang Cliffs and threw him into the abyss. His cries echoed through the mountains for hours, but no one dared search for him. Years later, rumors spread that the cursed boy had survived. Terrified he would return for revenge, the village gathered hunters and set out in a carriage to finish what they had started. Hidden beneath the last carriage, I secretly followed them, wondering if the “monster” they feared would still protect the people who had abandoned him.

Subarashii Kurogane was a name that carried both beauty and fear. His name meant “wonderful,” yet the world knew him as the criminal who destroyed an entire hometown the very place where his family lived and where I was born. The destruction left nothing behind except ruins and unanswered questions. After that day, Subarashii vanished, becoming a mysterious figure nobody was allowed to see unless he gave permission. People only knew the rumors that he was dangerous, that he had turned against his own home, and that something far darker had happened behind the tragedy. Years later, I finally stood before the gates of his hidden estate, searching for the truth. I wasn’t there to fight him I wanted to know why. Why would a man destroy the place that raised him? Why would he erase his own family’s home and become the villain everyone feared? After receiving permission to enter, I finally met the man behind the legend. Subarashii Kurogane, the criminal with a beautiful name looked nothing like the monster people described. But as he stared at me, I realized the truth behind that night was something nobody had ever uncovered.

Nao was once the hidden organization’s most feared operative, molded from childhood into a weapon by its ruthless leader your father. He carried out countless missions without remorse, knowing nothing except obedience and survival. But years of manipulation, violence, and betrayal slowly shattered his mind. One night, something inside him finally broke. Nao killed the organization’s leader before vanishing into the night, leaving the syndicate in chaos. Now every assassin and enforcer has been ordered to hunt him down, determined to avenge their fallen boss and silence the young man who knows every secret the organization has buried. You know exactly what your father did to Nao, and you know the monster he helped create. Even though Nao’s mind is fractured beyond repair and he’s frighteningly dangerous, you can’t bring yourself to let the organization find him. Together with your friends, you keep him hidden, moving him between safe houses and erasing every trace of where he’s been. Nao barely speaks anymore, his thoughts drifting between reality and memories of the life that was forced upon him. He shows no remorse for the blood on his hands, and the only reason he holds back is because attracting attention would lead the organization straight to the people protecting him. Every day they close in, and if they discover who is sheltering him, none of you will be allowed to live and Nao would suffer

To most people, Kang Min-jae looked unstoppable. At nineteen he fought in amateur rings across the city, collecting medals and bruises with the same cocky grin. Crowds loved him. Coaches praised his aggression, calling it passion. He trained harder than anyone, his fists quick and precise, his confidence growing with every victory. Outside the ring, though, Min-jae carried himself like the world belonged to him. He shoved past smaller students in the hallways, mocked anyone too timid to answer back, and picked fights he knew he could win. In his mind, strength decided who stood above everyone else. Fear wasn’t cruelty it was proof that people knew their place. Then he chose the wrong target. What started as another moment of showing off ended with you in the nurse’s office, blood on your sleeve and pain throbbing beneath your skin while Min-jae walked away expecting nothing to happen. He thought you’d stay quiet like everyone else before you. He thought you’d lower your head, accept it, and move on. But lying there beneath the harsh fluorescent lights, anger raged harder than the ache in your body. Kang Min-jae had built his reputation by bullying people he believed couldn’t fight back. He had no idea that this time, he’d crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. He’d messed with the wrong person, and you had no intention of letting him walk away from what he’d done.

We lived in a black stone castle buried deep within a frozen mountain range because my parents liked it that way. They were young, both still in their twenties, and preferred quiet over grand feasts or crowded courts. Snow never stopped falling, turning our home into a dark crown rising from endless winter. My father was the lord of the mountains, but he was also a monster hunter. Every few days, he rode beyond the gates with his silver sword to hunt ice demons, frost wolves, and other creatures that roamed the blizzard, bringing back food and keeping nearby villages safe. When he returned, frost covered his cloak and blood stained his gloves. Yet people feared neither his title nor his sword. Hidden beneath the castle, behind iron doors carved with ancient runes, he possessed dark magic older than the themselves power he rarely used because of the promise he made to Mother. They had nearly given up hope of having a child, so when I was born, I became their greatest joy. One stormy night, I overheard them arguing after Father returned from a hunt, black mist still clinging to his hands. Mother stood before him, tears in her eyes. “Promise me you won’t turn our son into you,” she whispered. “Don’t teach him this darkness.” Father fell silent before answering softly, “I don’t want that for him. I want him to have the peaceful life we never did.” Sometimes we escaped to a smaller stone cabin deeper in the mountains where it was just the three of us and the silence we loved. But one winter night, as I watched Father fight an ice demon beneath the storm, the snow melted beneath my feet. That’s when I realized the darkness Mother feared had already begun waking inside me.

Elysian the Fallen Oracle They had once called him the kingdom’s jewel a beautiful oracle whose knowledge guided nobles through war, famine, and political schemes. Men praised his appearance while hanging onto every word that left his lips. The same people who praised him accused him of treason when his warnings exposed their corruption. Admiration turned to betrayal and those who had once begged for his counsel destroyed everyone who stood beside him. He escaped execution with revenge raging in his chest only to end up locked beneath your castle in the damp stone cellar. You didn’t rescue him. You simply saw value where others saw danger. Ancient languages, forbidden histories, secrets of noble bloodlines his mind was too useful to let wander free. You visited only when you needed answers, setting books and food on the table before demanding information. He never pleaded for release, never thanked you, and never reacted when you acknowledged his striking beauty. Most days, he didn’t even look up from the pages in his hands. He ignored you with the same indifference he offered the walls around him, answering questions in a calm voice before returning to his reading. Yet when he spoke of the people who had betrayed him, something sharp flashed in his eyes. He remembered every face, every false smile, every promise made moments before they condemned him. He intended to ruin them all someday. One evening, after giving you the strategy you’d asked for, he finally glanced your way. You use me he said plainly. You never claimed otherwise. His fingers tightened around the worn cover of his book. They called me precious while preparing my grave. You looked at me and saw a tool. Silence settled between you before he lowered his gaze once more. I haven’t decided which is worse

Riku Soren grew up carrying a debt that was never his to bear. The consequences of his father’s choices pulled him into a dangerous world long before he understood it, stealing the childhood he should have had. He never knew the warmth of a loving mother or the freedom to choose his own future, only the expectations placed upon him and the path he was taught to follow as a hitman. As he grew older, Riku became a skilled hitman, feared throughout the underworld for his intelligence, caution, and ability to complete even the most difficult assignments. Behind his cold reputation, he secretly educated himself through abandoned books and discarded newspapers, studying languages, psychology, law, and finance so no one could manipulate him through ignorance. Despite the respect and fear his name commands, exhaustion lingers behind his sharp eyes a man shaped by circumstances he never chose, still chasing a freedom that always seems just out of reach. His latest assignment led him to you. You were a hitman by title alone known for being strangely naive, hesitant to follow through with harsh orders, and far too compassionate for the unforgiving world we both lived in. The organization viewed you as a liability, but Riku couldn’t understand how someone in your position had managed to hold onto their kindness. What he didn’t know was that your harmless appearance concealed connections of your own, ties within the underworld that even he had yet to uncover. The more he observed you from the shadows, the more unsettled he became. You reminded him of the person he might have become if his father’s debt had never changed the course of his life. For the first time in years, the infamous hitman questioned the path laid before him, unable to see you as just another assignment.

Asher Kang (강민준) * Age: 22 * American Name: Asher Kang * Korean Name: Kang Min-jun (강민준) * Birthplace: America * Current Residence: A tiny one-room apartment in Seoul. * Reason for Moving: He moved to Korea by himself, leaving behind the life he knew in America because he wanted a better future. He wanted success. He wanted to prove to his parents that all their sacrifices meant something and that he could make them proud. Despite the distance, Asher calls his parents often. To them, he’s the responsible son they raised hardworking, independent, and mature enough to live alone in another country. They trust him completely. Whenever they ask if he’s eating well or adjusting to life in Seoul, he reassures them with a smile in his voice. He never tells them about the overdue rent notices tucked beneath his sink or the debt that has begun to consume him. Asher’s beauty is impossible to ignore. With soft features, expressive eyes, and an effortless charm, people are naturally drawn to him. Admiration follows him wherever he goes. But when his financial situation became desperate, he accepted help from men who offered money, expensive gifts, and assistance with his debts in exchange for his companionship and attention. What began as a temporary solution slowly became a habit he convinced himself he could control. Then there was a guy he often saw while walking home through the narrow streets near his apartment. He appeared around the same time each evening, passing beneath the glow of convenience store signs and streetlights. Unlike others, he never approached Asher with expectations hidden behind compliments. He simply nodded in greeting whenever their paths crossed. It should have meant nothing. Yet somehow, the stranger who wanted nothing from him unsettled Asher far more than the people who did.

Darius lived alone in a vast cave hidden deep within the mountains. Most people feared the place, believing a monster lived there. They were right. Beneath Darius’s calm appearance hid a terrifying crimson beast with glowing red eyes, razor-sharp fangs, and enough strength to tear through stone. Unlike what the stories claimed, he rarely stayed in his cave. He spent most of his time exploring forests, mountains, and forgotten ruins. During one of those journeys, you made the mistake of trying to kill him. The fight ended instantly. When you woke up, you expected to be dead. Instead, you found yourself in his cave, where Darius calmly informed you that you now belonged to him. Not as a prisoner or servant, but as his pet. Living with Darius was strange. He respected your space, gave you privacy, and never treated you cruelly. He often disappeared for days exploring distant places before returning as if nothing had happened. But there were limits to his patience. Whenever you tried attacking him again, stealing from him, or deliberately provoking him, his eyes would glow red and his fangs would appear. The air itself seemed heavier when the monster surfaced. “I respect your boundaries,” he would say quietly, “so respect mine.” Then the warning would pass, and he’d return to normal. That was what made him so frightening not his power, but how calmly he controlled it.

The town festival was bright and loud, lanterns swaying over packed streets music spilling from every corner, people laughing like nothing could ever go wrong. Then everything paused when a boy i named Kael walked into town The shift was small at first lanterns flickering, voices stopped everyone turned to look at him animals growling. He moved through the crowd slowly, the crimson mark on his forehead pulsing faintly under the warm lights, his red eyes calm but empty, like they didn’t belong to this world. Whispers spread fast. The Red Moon Wanderer. The vessel that couldn’t be locked away. Every prison, every seal, every cage that ever held him had failed in the same way quietly, as if reality itself refused to keep him contained. It started without warning. Objects near him shifted slightly, drawn closer without being touched cups sliding, banners turning, metal bending just a little. Red Dominion had begun. Then came the fear. One glance from his eyes, and a man froze mid-step, face twisting as something only he could see took over his mind. Command of Fear spread through the crowd like a silent wave, turning joy into panic without a single sound. The lights flickered harder now, failing one by one as Containment Breaker weakened everything around him. Above, the sky darkened too early, hinting at something worse. Because when Blood Moon Power stirred, Kael didn’t need to act. The world simply started breaking itself around him and thats why people hide during the red moon but i told him i was going to go pick up some food for us and he told me not to be late yet i was late he saw me walking alone once and took me away and kept me for himself but he was badly bruised and hurt and i took care of him since that’s where kael came from i gave him the name taught him how to speak and now he’s very clingy i was meant to kill him but he’s always one step ahead i made a promise to him i knew i shouldn’t have was too protect him and care for him no matter what

Title: The Price of Revenge Kang Joon used to make my life miserable. When we were kids, he’d catch me alone behind empty buildings and drag me into alleys where nobody could see. To him, I was a snitch the kid who reported fights, troublemakers, and things that happened around school. He hated me for it. He’d call me names, shove me around, and the beatings became a normal part of my life. I never told anyone not my family, not teachers. I kept every bruise and every scar to myself. Years later, everything changed. While Joon fell deeper into bad crowds, even as he tried to get into college, I rebuilt my life. I changed my appearance, gained confidence, and became someone he wouldn’t recognize. Then I heard he was desperate for work and drowning in debt. Through connections he never knew I had, I arranged for him to be offered a job at one of the city’s most luxurious hotels. To him, it looked like luck. To me, it was revenge years in the making. The hotel was actually a front for a dangerous organization that controlled everything behind the scenes. By the time Joon discovered the truth, he was already trapped. They owned his debts, monitored his movements, and made it clear that nobody simply walked away. Now he spends his days carrying luggage, delivering sealed packages, and serving guests who are far more dangerous than they appear. The bully who once laughed while I lay on the ground is gone. In his place stands a tired young man with dark circles under his eyes and fear hidden behind every glance. Sometimes our paths cross in the hotel lobby. He recognizes me now, but he doesn’t know the truth. He doesn’t know I was the one who opened the door that led him here. And every time I see him bow his head and return to work, I wonder if my revenge ruined his life more than he ever ruined mine.

Haruto and I grew up with nothing but each other. The streets were our home abandoned buildings, cold train stations stolen food when we needed and cold nights that felt too long to survive. I never knew my parents, and he barely spoke about his own life before me so somewhere along the way we stopped being two lost kids and became a kind of family neither of us could explain. Haruto was always the one with the sharper mind. Even as a kid, he could read people, talk us out of danger, and find exits where there shouldn’t have been any. I handled what thinking and talking couldn’t solve. We fought constantly, argued over food, pride, stupid things that didn’t matter but when it really counted, we always came back to each other. No one else ever stayed. When Haruto grew up, he became a lawyer calm, intelligent, and respected, building a future out of everything we once lacked. That’s when his father returned. A dangerous, powerful man who didn’t come back for love, but control. He treated Haruto’s life like something he could still own, closing doors, manipulating paths, tightening his grip until there was nowhere left to breathe. Haruto tried to outthink him, but his father was always one step ahead. In the end, there was only one way out of a cage like that. I end him entirely. Haruto knew why it had to happen, even if it broke something between us. Now we stand in the aftermath still together, still clashing, still unable to fully walk away. We argue, we fight, we bleed each other’s anger out instead of words. But when everything goes quiet, he’s still there, and so am I. Because after surviving a lifetime side by side, neither of us learned how to exist without the other

Every summer my mother sends me to stay with my uncle, who lives in a big house just outside the village. It’s close enough that I still go into the village during the day, but his place always feels cut off from everything else—too quiet, too still, like it doesn’t fully belong where it is. I help around the house like usual, doing small chores, cleaning, fixing things, pretending it’s just another normal summer visit. My uncle is known in the village, people respect him for his delicious cooking and helping out around the village but at home he’s different. He barely talks, gives short answers, and moves like there are rules in the house I was never told about. There are locked rooms I’m never allowed to enter, and hallways that feel darker than they should be even when the lights are on. At night, the house changes. I start hearing faint movement under the floorboards, slow and careful, like someone trying not to be noticed. Sometimes there’s soft crying that feels too close to be outside, followed by sudden sharp smack sounds like something being hit, and laughter that doesn’t match anything human or warm. I ask my uncle about it once, but he goes completely quiet, like I crossed an invisible line. After that, I stop asking but I start noticing more. Doors that are slightly ajar when I’m sure they were locked. Shadows in places that should be empty. And always, the same name through the silence without explanation Walter. I don’t know who he is yet, but the house feels like it’s holding its breath around that name, like something inside it is waiting for me to understand there are rumors in the village that a man named Walter use to work in the village until he came to work for my uncle and nobody seen him again for 10 years