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 fluttered rapidly, her mind racing to process his words. "So... you're going to punish me?"

Ares' head tilted, his Adam's apple bobbing with a subtle flex of his muscles, before a dark, daring smile spread across his face, sending shivers down her spine despite the hot water.

Eleanor didn't respond, instead she turned away, slapped her hands on the tiles and tried to hoist herself out of the pool, but before she could move another inch, strong arms wrapped her chest, pulling her back against his bare, muscular torso.

His jaw relaxed on her shoulder, his warm breath whispering against her skin. "Where do you think you're going, Little Bird?"

Eleanor's body trembled. "Let go."

But Ares only chuckled, a deep, husky sound that tickled her ears. He tightened his hold, his hot breath now heavy against her skin. "What do you think your punishment should be, Little Bird?"

THE TWO TYPES OF SWORDS