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All through her life Eleanor has been told of how ruthless and merciless the night creature tend to be. She has read books and scrolls about what they did and have been told tales of never getting close to those people.

But when she turned of age, her heartless father had indeed given her out to the king of this night creatures.

On the night of her wedding, rather than her husband, Eleanor was taken by another demon. A more ruthless and mean demon.

He's the scariest of them all. The most powerful demon that ever existed. One wave of his fingers and a fruitful land turns into an inhospitable dry land.

He is a rumoured living god. 

He's danger.

He's one to be wary of.

The one people run away from just at the sight of him. 

She had summoned him without an idea and a bond was formed.

He hated her for tying herself to him. He hated to be disturbed by a mere human princess. He wanted to kill her, to get rid of her, but he couldn't.

A mate bond is the strongest of all bond. There's no way out of it. He knew if he harmed her he would be harming himself too.
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"You can stay, but I'll never have anything to do with you. You'll never have my love or affection."

And just when Leviathan thought he was done with the human princess, he could feel all of her emotions. Her pain. Her happiness, and slowly, the mighty king found his dark heart drawn to the human princess. 

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Trapped By The Devils Heir

A woman among the crowd of dancers walked up to us, bowing to the king she said, "Can we steal the lady for a few minutes my lord." She asked in their language and he nodded.

She smiled at me stretching her hands towards me, I started between her and my demon husband. "She won't harm you." He assured and I nodded.

The woman pulled me to the center of the gathering and I was then surrounded by some other women. They clapped, singing in their dialects as they circled me.

Each woman had a beautiful smile on her face and I could tell their call was for me to dance with them. I hesitated a bit, staring back at the king whose dark eyes were already on me. He watched me calmly like before, and even if I had catch him staring, he didn't shift his gaze.

THE DANCING FAIRY