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His Crimson Obsession

(mature content)(no rape) In the aftermath of the Verenth family's brutal massacre at the hands of the Romani family, Eiravyne Verenth, the sole survivor, finds herself trapped in a world shrouded in darkness and soaked in blood. Haunted by her family's severe abuse and burdened with her potent blood she becomes the target of Ilkar Skivarion, a shadowy figure with a vendetta against her true lineage. He seizes the opportunity to claim her, forcing her into a clandestine marriage fueled by his relentless thirst for power. Unaware of her true heritage, Eiravyne is thrust into a nightmare within Ilkar's decrepit manor, where cruelty reigns supreme. As she delves into the dark secrets of her lineage, Ilkar's obsession with her grows, fueled by a twisted blend of lust, vengeance, and domination. Eiravyne discovers that she is the heiress of the Sangrever family, whose annihilation at the hands of the king remains a shameful stain on their legacy. Now, driven by a burning desire to reclaim her family's honor, Eiravyne embarks on a journey to uncover the truth and restore the pride of the Sangrevers. But in a world where betrayal lurks at every turn, and dark forces conspire against her, the path to redemption will be fraught with peril and bloodshed. And standing in her way in the front line is Ilkar, a sworn enemy of the Sangrever family, who has spent years seeking revenge and will stop at nothing to see their bloodline extinguished once and for all. ********* Ilkar’s golden eyes, black as the depths of the abyss, bore into her with a sadistic hunger, his voice dripping with venomous hatred and twisted obsession. With a sneer contorting his lips, he hisses, "Your tainted blood will be mine to gorge upon, each crimson drop a testament to your wretched existence. I will drink deeply of your agony, savoring every scream and every tear as they mingle with your cursed essence. You are mine, Eiravyne Verenth, bound to me in a bond of eternal torment and despair." [no rape] *********** This was the person her father had spoken of so often, the one he had relentlessly warned her about, instilling a deep-seated fear and hatred within her. Ilkar Skivarion, the Duke of Wandova, had been the villain in her most twisted nightmares since she was young. She remembered her father’s stern voice, recounting tales of Ilkar’s cruelty and power, stories meant to prepare her, to keep her vigilant. She never fully understood why her father was so adamant about this man, but now, face-to-face with him, she felt the chilling reality of those warnings. Golden eyes—those eyes had been the focal point of her nightmares, haunting her sleep, always watching, always waiting. Whenever she made a move, she could feel those eyes, piercing and unforgiving, judging her every action. And now, here he was, in the flesh, standing before her, his golden eyes as terrifying as she had imagined. "Il-Ilkar Skivarion !" Eiravyne stuttered . Updates: 02 chapter /day Genre: fanatasy, female lead, romance,magic, obssessive male lead, good support side side characters, a lot of intimacy, enemies to lovers, powerful couple, evil and good , bad boy .forced marriage Cover: is mine, it is commissioned, i don't alow anyone to use it . ------------------- Follow me on instagram: isaac_black2013 Discord server : https://discord.gg/VNH4pKgyT3 ko-fi page: https://ko-fi.com/isaacblack ------------------- Check out my other contracted works: For male lead: *First Stygian Diviner: Apocalypse *I Brought Apocalypse:Villain's Supremacy For female lead: *I created the villain *The body we shared .

Isaac_black · Fantasie
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38 Chs

My lord!

Eiravyne felt him lower his body again, and she shivered as his warm breaths caressed that spot on her shoulder where the tear in her nightdress was.

His touch lingered there, almost obsessively, as if erasing something she couldn't understand.

Then, he spoke, his voice filled with accusation and madness, "Here... did you also give him this spot?"

Confused and scared, Eiravyne struggled to comprehend his words.

"N-no," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ilkar's eyes narrowed with intensity.

"Did you give him my spot?" he demanded again, his tone insistent.

Eiravyne's mind raced. "My spot...?" she thought, bewildered by his possessiveness. But she answered quickly, fear driving her words,

"No... he didn't touch me there."

At that moment, Ilkar collapsed on top of her, his forehead pressing against that spot on her shoulder.

His breathing was ragged, his body tense with a mixture of rage and anguish.