DaisyLight

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 Vampire's Moonlit Throne

The clacking of the woman's heels echoed sharply against the cold stone walls of the corridor, each step pulling Elara closer to whatever judgment awaited her.

Her stomach churned as she followed the Headmistress's aide, the weight of whispered speculation from the other students pressing down on her ears. The hall felt endless, the torches along the walls flickering as though even they were uncertain of her fate.

"Why do you think she's being summoned?" a voice murmured behind her.

"Probably failed another combat test," another snickered.

"Or maybe she isn't what she seems." Someone glared daggers in her back.

Elara tightened her grip on the side of her skirt, her silver eyes fixed on the ornate door ahead. It loomed like a portal to her undoing, guarded by the weight of unspoken authority. The aide paused before the door and turned to face Elara, her expression unreadable.

The summon