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It was advised to think thrice before crossing paths with him but she didn’t even think once and ran right into the lion's den…

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In an ominous, haunted night, Elara Celine fled from the forces that shattered her whole life in just one night. She ran for her life but little does the poor girl know about the curse she is destined to be bound with. She has no idea about the unimaginable power which lies dormant beneath her broken, trembling and helpless body. Alone in the world, carrying the pain of a murdered family and covered in blood, her misery drags her to the Dark Lord's Castle. 

A place no sane man even thinks to seek refuge at… but an insane woman does…

Where she is desperate for refuge and revenge, Ravenor Frostveil can instantly smell the power hidden beneath her fragile appearance. The man whose name is never dared taken aloud but whispered… The man who runs the dangerous underworld of crime and deception with the tip of his finger. The man who is touched and tainted by the dark side itself.

In return for safety and revenge, Elara Celine makes a deal with the Dark Lord, the devil himself. The deal she is soon going to regret…

One is light, the other shadow, destined to destroy each other…

But in this dance of deception and hunger for power, will a forbidden desire bloom amidst the shadows of hatred, or will darkness consume them both?

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Underlying themes:

> Enemies to Loves (Very intense)
> Weak to strong FL and tragic past ML 
> Slow burn 
> Gothic setting with Castles, academies, dangerous quests and many such adventures
> Hints of humour and comedy 
> Violence, gore and very intense scenes but triggers warnings will be given above such chapters. 

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The schedule is everyday posting but more support will equal more chapters!

The Vampire's Moonlit Throne

The stone courtyard was cool under Elara's bare feet as she stepped into the ring of students gathered for magical combat training.

The sky above was a patchwork of gray clouds, throwing a somber shadow over the academy grounds. The air buzzed with tension as students whispered and exchanged glances, their excitement palpable.

At the center of the courtyard stood their instructor, Zerock, a towering man with grizzled hair and scars that mapped his muscular arms like a grim testament to his experience. His voice was deep and rough, like gravel scraping steel.

"Pair up!" he barked. "Let's see what you're made of."

The matches begin with the instructor pairing one-on-one. The fights were rough, brutal and ruthless. Elara held her breath as the men and women pitted against each other and their supporters cheered and booed on them. The noise was deafening and she had to put her hands on her ears.

Match of No-match