Kourtney_Sspears

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

I and Daphne moved around the castle after my breakfast. I still couldn't believe everything I heard about father and why he had come to take me away.


He doesn't care about me and only want a higher social ranking. I didn't want to see him now not only because of what he had done, but partly because of what he had become.


I get nightmares from the monster I saw him transform into.


"These are the sculptures of the king's brothers but they're all myths now." Daphne's words got me out of my lost state and I stared down at the three gigantic sculptures standing tall in the castle ground. They were actually four, but one seemed to be broken in half with the other half of it missing.


I wondered what that one looked like. I wondered about the stories behind each of them. A thick black cloth was used to cover the last sculpture as if they were hiding it from people.


"Geyron, the one who guards hell now." She pointed at the first sculpture.


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