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Bride of the Demon Lord

Book 1 of the Brides of Darkness Series For hundreds of years, Calaren Town had been offering virgin maidens to fulfill their part on the treaty they made with the Court of Shadows to keep their small town under their protection. To be chosen meant death to the townsfolk, as there was no turning back to becoming a human again. Upon realizing that her younger sister was chosen as one of the maidens to be sacrificed by their impoverished town to the thirteen demon lords who once ruled their land, Iris Scarborough volunteered to take her place instead to save her. There was nothing exceptional about Iris, except for the secret she was keeping from everyone. However, even before she was taken away, Iris had already caught the eye of one of the demon lords. Rumors say that Lord Kieran Fleurnoir was the personification of death. His mere presence was enough to suck the life essence out of those around him. He was also known to be one of the strongest demons of all time, who possesses extremely dangerous and powerful magic. Taken to Asnar, a place filled with magical beings and monsters, Iris found herself enthralled and captivated not only by the place and its residents, but also by the cold and enigmatic demon lord, Lord Kieran. Once there, Iris realized that Asnar and Lord Kieran himself were different from what humans thought them to be. Loosely based on the tales of ‘Hades and Persephone’ and ‘Beauty and the Beast’. Tags: Faeries, Elves, Demons, Magi, Dragons, Saints, Undead, Nymphs, Female Protagonist, Kingdoms, and Empires. --- Brides of Darkness Series 1. Bride of the Demon Lord 2. Bound to the Unseelie King 3. Mated to the Dark Lord 4. The Vampire Queen's Pet --- Editor/proofreader: ninaviews Warning for future r18 scenes and themes not appropriate for young audience. Copyright2022 anjeeriku

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Do Demons Cry? (2)

"What's wrong? Are you upset that Kieran didn't choose you?" Killian asked once he found Iris seated on the edge of a cliff, watching the crescent moon above the dark sky. The moon hung low in the sky, a slim crescent that glowed with a silver hue against the dark backdrop of the night. Its gentle curves seemed to cradle the stars surrounding it.

The night air was crisp and clean, carrying a faint hint of pine from the nearby forest. Only the soft rustle of leaves in the wind and the distant chirping of crickets broke the night's silence. The occasional hoot of an owl could be heard in the distance, adding to the mystical atmosphere. As the moonlight danced on the surface of a nearby lake, it created a mesmerizing reflection that seemed to blend seamlessly with the stars above.