Mystic_Fantasy73

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.

Betrothed To The Night

Eleanor's eyes widened as she took in the rich spread of food before her. She slipped into her seat at the far end of the grand oak table, helping herself to the delectable dishes with a delighted smile.

Her attention shifted to Ares, who had claimed the impressive, ornate chair reserved for the king.

She raised an eyebrow, amused, as he seemed lost in thought. "Are you going to join me in this feast, or just stare into space?"

Ares raised an eyebrow, his eyes listless. "I've already tested the food, it's safe."

"Oh?" Eleanor's eyes widened in surprise. He had zero trust issues with anyone in the castle... Especially when it came to her safety. "But what if this delicious spread was actually a poisonous trap?"

Ares shrugged nonchalantly, "Oh well, I'll cross that bridge if it comes to it."

Eleanor scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I don't want to become a widow so soon."

I WILL NEVER, EVER BE YOURS