Tempus Exsanguis (ENG)

Tempus Exsanguis (ENG)

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In a world painted with shadows and enigma, a creature borne of dark desires roams the vast expanse of the Darkwood Forest. Cursed by a power-hungry tyrant centuries ago, he seeks solace in his secluded palace, away from the prying eyes that once beheld him in terror. His days blur into nights, defined only by the hunger that gnaws at him and the celestial dome that showers him in ethereal light. Yet, one fateful night, the silence of the woods shatters. A sinister ambush unfolds, leaving behind a tableau of devastation and betrayal. Among the wreckage, he discovers not only treasures that glimmer with potential but a fragile life hanging by a thread. A whisper from the past beckons, and a choice must be made: to embrace the darkness within or seek the flicker of humanity that remains. Drawn into a tapestry woven with mystery and destiny, will he remain the cursed creature of the Darkwood or find redemption in the unlikeliest of places?
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COMPLETED. *NSFW* Auralie doesn't believe in fae stories-not the ones whispered by dying villagers, not the ones about cursed woods or monsters that eat your heart. But when girls begin to vanish and strange symbols bleed from the bark of the forest, she crosses the veil in search of answers. What she finds is him. Unmoving. Inhuman. Wearing a crown of antlers and eyes like cut emeralds, sharp with amusement. He speaks in riddles. Smiles like a threat. And calls her little moth, like a name he's been saving. The first time they meet, she draws his blood. The second, he offers her a bargain. The third, he consumes her. The Hollow Prince says worse things hunt her now-creatures that wear her face, sing her name, and slip into her dreams. He claims he's the only thing standing between her and the dark. But the deeper Auralie goes, the more twisted the forest becomes-and the harder it is to tell whether the prince is her captor, her shield, or the very thing she was warned to fear. There is a curse. A game. And a price that was never hers to pay.

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