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

"I don't need help climbing a horse, Ares," Eleanor laughed, her heart racing.

Ares's hands lingered on her waist as he lifted her onto the saddle. It was the same horse she had used to escape last time without a saddle.

"Oh yes, you do, Little bird," he teased, tugging her dress playfully.

Eleanor's cheeks flushed brightly. She hastily donned her hood, concealing her face.

Kaito trotted up on his horse, grumbling, "I am still surprised, hurt and disappointed you didn't kill him."

Ares settled in behind Eleanor, his arms wrapping around her. "Should I apologize?"

"I always thought you'd get to him first," Kaito frowned.

Ares's voice dropped to a low mutter, "Consider this an escape for him. He will find peace knowing that he didn't die by my hands."

He forgot himself, Eleanor's presence momentarily slipping his mind. However, her subtle shift hinted she'd heard him loud and clear.

THE ILLEGITIMATE CHILD