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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 Vampire's Moonlit Throne

The sky was calm and indifferent, as he stepped into the shadowy expanse of the infamous rogue vampire's fortress.

Ancient stone towers loomed against the star-strewn sky, their black silhouettes cutting sharply into the night. The last time he was here, it was a long, long time ago. He smirked, his sharp canines glinting in the faint moonlight.

He moved like a wraith, silent and unyielding, his shadow stretching unnaturally long behind him. The guards stationed along the fortress's walls were oblivious to his presence. Even the winds seemed to conspire in his favor, masking the faintest of his movements.

There was a time he might have envied their confidence, their sense of invincibility. But tonight, he moved as the hunter, not the hunted.

Inside, the fortress reeked of arrogance and decay. Every corner seemed to pulse with a sinister life of its own, the air heavy with a cloying mix of ancient blood and unwashed greed.

A lesson