Silver Thorn and Blood Moon

#When the mightiest hunter becomes the most forbidden prey.

Proud, languid second-generation vampire prince, bottom × Resilient, icy former hunter and inquisitor, top

Once the greatest vampire hunter alive, he became the sole blood thrall of a second-generation vampire prince. But when the ancient prince awoke, he discovered he could no longer leave this “Inspector,” whose presence made his blood run hot.

The silver-haired inquisitor was forced to walk beneath the moonlight, torn between hatred, self-loathing, and a craving for the blood of his creator.

Meanwhile, the black-haired prince languidly enjoyed every act of defiance and submission from his prized possession, savoring the thrill of breaking him in.

He was jealous of every being he had ever turned, unaware that he had already become the only one who mattered.

He thought it was all just the pull of blood, never realizing that he could no longer take his eyes off the other man.

When the line between hunter and prey blurs, and exploitation becomes entangled with protection...

“Rain, admit it. Whose touch sharpens your fangs? Whose presence makes your darkness stir?”

“Cain, look closely. It isn’t eternal loneliness that has trapped you, but the mortal heart you’re afraid to touch...”

This is the story of the sharpest silver thorn falling into the deepest blood moon, an eternal love that begins with possession and ends in redemption.