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 stormed into the garden, her furious eyes fixed on the snow woman she and Ares had built together. She halted at the railing, arms crossed, and scowled at Ares, who was about to take a sip of wine.

Noticing her anger, he paused, his eyes locked on hers. "Want a sip?" he offered, holding out the glass.

Eleanor nodded curtly, took the glass, and drained it in one go. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she sent the cup flying, her chest heaving with rage as she glared at Ares.

"Sin? I can't believe they called their actions a sin! Why would they want to execute me? No one was held accountable for wiping out my kind, no one!" She screamed, her anger flaring.

"I just want to... Ughhhh!" She groaned in frustration, licking her lips, surprisingly savoring the wine's taste.

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