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

"This is madness, brother," Atlan growled, trudging through the frozen woods on the city's outskirts, where the sea's icy grip encroached.

Ares remained silent, his footsteps quiet behind him. His mind was a maelstrom. A crippling headache ravaged his brain, and the ache of missing his little bird threatened to consume him. But it was the voices that truly tormented him.

'Awaken... Erebus... Awaken.' The words echoed in his mind, a twisted fusion of his own voice and his mother's, warped into menacing growls. The clamor intensified, guiding him deeper into the forest.

"How do you know the horns are even here?" Atlan growled, frustration etched on his face. Ares's evasive behavior was testing his patience.

Ares exhaled heavily, raking his fingers through his hair. The biting winter cold seeped into his heavy black cloak, and all he craved was warmth. But the voices in his head wouldn't relent.

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