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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.

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A FAMILY AFFAIR (3)

Eleanor's eyebrow arched as she looked at the familiar figure in the dining room. She savored her food, her eyes scanning him from head to toe, seeking to fully grasp his presence. He wasn't a vampire, but something else entirely, and his essence stirred a deep sense of familiarity within her.

Her eyes shifted to Ares, whose eyes betrayed a flicker of surprise and recognition. He knew this man, and she sensed a connection. Her attention returned to the mysterious man, her eyes narrowing slightly as realization dawned. He was a demigod.

Ares' hand suddenly clutched her dress beneath the table, his grip tense. "Well, isn't this a wonderful surprise?"

Eleanor's body froze, her senses heightened.

"You are Lysander Rizikos, the royal Archon," Adonis whispered, his lips curling into an impressed smile. "You hit the jackpot, sister."

Inara rolled her eyes. "Do not pick on my fiancée, Adonis,"