Dance of the Damned (Completed)

Dance of the Damned (Completed)

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Ariadne has always been a dreamer. Her mother would always say she was away with the faeries. Until one night, an envelope shrouded with magic lands at her doorstep, inviting her to the dance of the damned in the enchanting land of Altoria. It's more perilous than Ariadne was led to believe, for to dance your night away in the land of the Fae is to relinquish your soul. Golden promises whispered on winds tempt Ariadne away from all she holds dear. Time is running out for Ariadne, will one last dance be her downfall... Or her salvation? #5 ranking in faeries 24/6/2018 Cover courtesy of Fated Life/ Aaron Robinson
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He was born royalty a tri-breed prince, the first of his kind. She was just a human girl with fire in her heart and no idea the supernatural world even existed. But the moment he found her, the bond snapped into place; wild, forbidden, and far too early. She couldn't remember. He could never forget. He watched from the shadows, hungered in silence, torn between the duty of a king and the pull of a mate the universe marked for him. She grew up not knowing he'd already chosen her. But the heat between them only smoldered, scorching beneath every stolen glance, every gift left without a name, every moment she didn't understand and every one he couldn't stop himself from creating. Because some bonds don't wait. And love like theirs? It burns before it blooms.

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