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 morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the headmistress's office, casting elongated shadows across the room.

Elara sat stiffly on the edge of the chair, her palms clammy against the polished wood of the armrests. Opposite her, behind the imposing desk, the headmistress scrutinized her with the intensity of a hawk about to strike. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.

"Elara Celine," the headmistress began, her voice calm but razor-sharp, "are you ready to tell me what happened?"

Elara's heart pounded in her chest. She forced herself to meet the headmistress's piercing gaze, even as a wave of unease washed over her. "Yes, Headmistress," she said, her voice steady—but only just.

"Good." The headmistress leaned forward, her dark robes rustling. "Let's start with the basics. What were you doing at the secluded tower? It's off-limits to students, as you well know."

Interrogation