[mature//no rape] At the age of 14, Eiravyne had endured a life-altering burn inflicted by her father, a punishment she believed was a manifestation of her own inadequacies: her perceived lack of beauty, worth, and intellect. It wasn’t until a horrific massacre claimed her entire family that she had learned the true nature of her suffering. The burn had not merely been a mark of her father’s cruelty but a binding ritual linking her to Duke Ilkar Skivarion, the very man she had been taught to fear above all. As Eiravyne was thrust into an arranged marriage with the Duke, she found herself entangled in a treacherous web of political power and intrigue. Amidst the chaos, she uncovered a staggering truth: her abusive family had not been her true lineage. Instead, she was the heir to the Sangrevers—a feared and formidable bloodline notorious for its depraved, lustful, manipulative, and twisted behavior…Afamily that was eradicated by the king for their own treason . With this revelation, Eiravyne faced a new nightmare. Duke Ilkar, convinced that she inherited the worst traits of her scandalous mother, regarded her as nothing more than a means to serve his own ambitions, while Eiravyne's deepest desire was to belong to a family that truly loved and accepted her. ******* 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 . The art of this novel is also comissioned ------------------- 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 *Villain's Supremacy For female lead: *I created the villain *The body we shared .
Ilkar's frustration boiled over. His voice cut through the room, sharp and irate.
"Just take him away, for fuck's sake!" His anger was palpable, each word laced with the strain of his desperation and the gravity of the situation.
Without hesitation, Karl's expression hardened with resolve. He extended his hand, his magic swirling around him.
A dark, shimmering aura enveloped Urag's limp form, lifting him off the ground with an eerie grace.
The sorcerer's body floated in mid-air, his earlier manic laughter now reduced to pained, ragged breaths.
Karl moved towards the door, his face set in a determined scowl. As he crossed the threshold, he paused and turned back to Ilkar.
"You know," he said, his voice low but steely, "I'll force him to talk. If there's truly a way to help Eiravyne, I will find it. I swear it."
His gaze shifted to Eiravyne, who sat in stunned silence, her face pale and her eyes wide with a mix of fear and exhaustion.