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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 .

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Freedom!

Martha's eyes widened momentarily, then she quickly composed herself. "Oh, just a kid," she replied curtly, not meeting Eiravyne's gaze.

Eiravyne frowned slightly, sensing Martha's evasion. "He seemed... familiar. Who is he?"

Martha busied herself with adjusting the sheets on Eiravyne's bed, pretending not to hear the question. 

"It's been a long day, Lady Eiravyne. You should rest now," she said, her tone gentle but firm.

Eiravyne's curiosity deepened, but she decided not to press further for the moment. "Alright, Martha. Thank you."

With a final nod, Martha left the room, closing the door softly behind her. 

Eiravyne sat on her bed, her mind swirling with questions. Who was the boy, and why was Martha so secretive about him?

As she settled into bed, Eiravyne couldn't help but replay the brief encounter in her mind.