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

Eleanor's laughter echoed through the room, tears welling up in her eyes as she gripped the dagger tightly. "No, no, wait," she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Ares' gaze remained fixed on his reflection in the mirror, his expression serene. "Yes, I want you to cut it."

Eleanor's lower lip found its way between her teeth, her grip on Ares' hair tightening. "But I like your long hair."

Ares chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It will grow back, little bird. We've been at this for almost an hour now."

Eleanor's lips pursed, a mischievous glint sparking in her eyes. "Can I cut mine too?"

Ares' laughter was instantaneous, his head thrown back as he looked up at her face. "No," he said, his voice firm but playful. "Come on, or do you want to sit on my lap while you do it?"

I HOPE NOT