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

The majestic Royal Castle of Celestia shimmered under the starry night sky as elegant carriages arrived, disgorging prestigious guests. Resplendent in formal attire, the elite streamed into the grand ballroom, joining the vibrant celebration already underway.

Eleanor, radiant in a sky-blue gown, smiled serenely as Ares' hand encircled her waist. His ebony-clad form served as a sleek backdrop for her bright celestial beauty.

As her gaze drifted to the grand pastry table, she felt the weight of curious stares from the wolves and other supernatural beings present.

It was impossible to miss the whispered murmurs, the covert glances. Eleanor's unique identity made her a singular sensation. The last phoenix in existence.

She pressed her lips together, her gaze drifting to her husband. His piercing eyes held hers, their burning intensity softened by his gentle tone.

"Do you like the music?" he asked.

Eleanor nodded slowly, avoiding his eyes. "Hmm."

TALK TO ME