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Betrothed To The Night

A phoenix's blood is priceless. One taste transforms into a drug, a cure, and, unfortunately, an addiction that can unleash the ferocious and wild sides of even the purest being. The creatures of the night decimated half of the population of the phoenixes until the strongest declared war on them, which eventually led to a compromise and a sacrifice. In a secluded life, Eleanor Dankworth grew up with a rebellious spirit. However, her peaceful existence ended when her entire family was brutally massacred in front of her on her eighteenth birthday. Just as she thought things couldn't get worse, her betrothed, arrived to claim her. Ares Mazitzis. His very presence could lead one to believe he was the devil. And despite his title as the emperor's illegitimate son, deceitful, malicious, and apathetic entities bow to him. Feared by his people and his family because of the darkness within him, Ares main goal is to find and claim his betrothed, as she was nothing more than a sacrificial lamb. What happens he finds warmth and love from the lamb? What happens when all he wants to do is protect her from the looming darkness and himself? A creature of the night and a phoenix of light... It is a love that shocked and perilously struck the world.

Mystic_Fantasy73 · Fantasy
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80 Chs

HIS BLOOD (2)

Eleanor rose up, her eyes wide, expecting to see anger in his eyes, but instead, she saw only hunger. She swallowed hard, searching deeper only to see a glimmer of fear.

The realization dawned on her. Ares wanted her to leave because he craved her blood.

"A... Ares," she stammered, her voice trembling as she struggled to calm her racing heart.

Ares sat up, his movements labored, and staggered towards the window, wisps of blood-red mist escaping his body. He grasped the curtains, closing them with a grunt, plunging the room into darkness.

It had been an eternity since Ares teetered on the edge of death, and just as long since he felt this ravaging hunger that threatened to consume his sanity.

As he released the curtains, his breathing sharp and ragged, the scent of Eleanor's blood wafted up, taunting him. His fangs lengthened in response, aching with need.