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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

Vanya fended them off with her ice fang, wounding two, but they remained relentless, charging at her again.

They seized the opportunity to restrain her, snapping her wrists to stop her weaves before beating her to a pulp.

"STOP!" Isadora struggled but the Fae holding her hands secured behind her was too big and strong.

"You still don't get this do you?" Dain said. "If you did, you wouldn't be worried about weeds."

"What are you talking about? You're bullying an innocent person!"

He slapped her. She didn't have the right to speak to him that way.

Isadora licked her broken lip before turning her head back to Dain and pinned him with a savage look.

Dain gripped her hair, forcing her head on an uncomfortable angle. "The true nature of the hunt," he began. "Is to find the spies from the five Courts."

"And she…" he turned her head to face Vanya on the ground, covered in blood. "Is one of them."

Tears slid down Isadora's eyes. "No!"

The True Nature Of The Hunt