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

Tears streamed down Eleanor's face, glistening in the soft light. Ares leaned in, his gentle fingers tracing the curves of her cheeks, sweeping the tears away. A soft smile played on his lips, contradicting the sadness of his past.

As he pulled away, her hand instinctively clutched his wrist, her breath trembling. She guided his fingers back to her cheek and watched shock flicker in his eyes. However, he relaxed, pressing his fingers gently against her warm skin.

"Don't," he interrupted, his voice low, his eyes pleading. "Don't say anything, Little bird,"

Eleanor's eyes widened, her heart heavy with guilt as warmth radiated from his touch.

Edward, her great-grandfather, was the only family member she didn't have in her childhood. His death remained a mystery; no one had ever explained it to her, and she'd never thought to ask.

A REASON