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 head jerked up, her eyes flaming with a sharp golden light. "Get away from him!"

Azrael's expression darkened. "You get away from him, Insect," he sneered, outstretching his hand.

A dark green glow wrapped Eleanor, lifting her off the ground instantly. "What are you...?" she gasped, panic etched on her face.

Ares slowly lifted his head, his eyes haunted by pain and panic. "N...no!" he pleaded.

With a harsh flick of his wrist, Azrael sent Eleanor flying across the room. She crashed into the wall, which shattered instantly. The sound of crumbling debris filled the air, and then silence.

As the dust settled, Azrael smirked, his gaze returning to Ares. But his smile faded.

Ares now stood tall, his eyes twisted into a furious, dead-eyed stare. Jagged fangs gleamed in the dim light, and Nyx, equally furious, coiled around his neck.

LET THE PAIN IN (2)