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 imperial library's warmth enveloped them once more, but the atmosphere was tense.

Emirs was kneeling by the fireplace, quaked under the weight of the group collective stare. His eyes darted around the room, pleading for escape.

Ares' voice cut through the silence, low and menacing. "Were you genuinely willing to return and share how to reunite with her kind, or was that just a ruse?"

Emirs stuttered, "I-I don't do well with crowds."

Eleanor rose from her cushion, exasperation etched on her face. "It's clear you're the leader of the angels sent to monitor Enebelle. You must hold an influential title. Can we skip the pretenses?"

Emirs raised his hands in surrender, his eyes wide with shame. "Fine, you caught me. I apologize for my late arrival, but I had to return to my realm. I thought you could handle yourself, and—"

ARE YOU HAPPY?