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

"Because I wanted to," Ares replied, his face expressionless, his eyes devoid of remorse. "The hunger... You don't want to see me when I'm truly hungry, little bird."

Eleanor's lips parted, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "So you're saying your curse drove you to wage war on my kind?"

Ares' gaze lingered on her, his eyes twinkling with a hint of darkness. "That was just a part of it. Your kind aren't saints, little bird. They're as dark and disgusting as any other being in existence."

He took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a small struggle as he fought to look away from her. But Eleanor... even with her puffy eyes, was nothing short of angelic, captivating him.

Her eyes widened in utter disbelief, trying to comprehend the depths of his words. He didn't blame her; he wouldn't have known how to react either if he were in her shoes.

A PHOENIX'S MATE