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In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction.

Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities.

But then everything changed when “He” appeared…

Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness.

Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked.

But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something?

Of course not!

He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon.

Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul.

But in life, only a mate can claim another soul.

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(Excerpt)

"What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate.

"The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched.

"I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers.

Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him.

Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes.

"Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes.

Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull.

"I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes.

"If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back.

"Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!"

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A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML!

Extra Tags:
#darkromance
#slowburn
#blood&gore
#morallygreyML
#medieval
#warriors

The cover is mine!

The Reaper's Wicked Obsession

Was this how she would die? With her monster watching it happen?

The irony was almost poetic—too perfect, a piece to a complete puzzle.

Isadora tried to swim to the surface, but she couldn't. There was something strange about this water—no matter how hard she struggled, it kept pulling her deeper, the top became more distant to reach.

Realizing it was useless to fight against the pressure, she let it consume her, her lips parting as bubbles slipped free.

Her long blonde hair fanned out around her as her body floated weightlessly. All the negative feelings were washing away.

The water was cold, yet oddly comforting. A calming sensation that soothed her insides.

This wasn't like the alarming Abyss water, that was foul and terrifying. This was beautiful—blue, calm and silent.

Was this how it felt when Daudi came to claim your soul? She had hoped for something far worse, painful.

Kiss Of Death