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

Tears streaked her cheeks, and she clenched her jaw, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape. She wasn't sure if the trembling in her hands was from the chilly air of the secluded corridor or the humiliation she'd been facing all these weeks.

"Finally found you alone," a voice drawled, smug and taunting, catching her off guard.

Elara's stomach dropped. She looked up sharply to see Gareth standing at the entrance to the corridor, his two hulking friends flanking him. His smirk widened as he stepped closer, his confidence radiating from every motion.

"Thought you could escape your punishment by clinging to the Faelths all the time, huh?" Gareth said, his voice mocking. He crouched slightly, bringing his face level with hers. "You're brave when you're throwing drinks. What will happen now?"

Fly