"A longing not her own, a sorrow centuries old, and a name she had never spoken-yet had always known."
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Damian Cassius Gray was a man of honor, a warrior by blood, a king by birthright. But fate had made him a pawn. He had been betrayed by the woman he loved, branded a traitor, and cast into the shadows. In his grief, he became something else-something far more dangerous.
Natalie Vivienne Deighton was never meant to be his, but she made him believe otherwise. She had been a fleeting dream, belonging to him in the night, and to another in the light, a cruel mirage-one he chased until it destroyed him. Love was her weapon, and deception was her game, and for that she died.
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Betrayed by love, deceived by power, and robbed of his throne, Gray had then turned to the only force that could grant him justice-dark magic. He vowed that the lineage of the king who wronged him would be erased from history.
And so, the kingdom fell to ruin, abandoned under the weight of his curse. But vengeance came at a cost, for in death, he was denied both peace and punishment. Immortality became his prison.
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Sometimes, Primrose Lillian Thompson dreams of places she has never been, of a voice that calls her by a name she does not know, and of a sorrow that does not belong to her-yet clings to her soul like a shadow. She wakes up in the middle of the night with her cheeks wet, her throat sore, and her heart aching for a love she doesn't understand. A love that isn't hers. Or is it?
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18+ Trigger warning for talk of suicide/drugs.*
A story about a young human girl who tries to steal from a fae man.
She gets put in a cell under the royal palace, waiting for her 18th birthday.
While in jail, she meets a young boy, they develop a friendship that turns into something more.
By her 18th birthday instead of a trial and the execution she's been waiting for she gets a whole lot more.
This is a fully done story that is 35 ch, exactly 128,210 words.
If you're just looking for smut ch. 14, 17, 30, 31, and 33
Preview
Ivy felt like she had been lit on fire, a cold icy fire that was burning her alive.
"I wish you were dead", she hissed at him as she broke the kiss.
"Do it, kill me", he hissed back.
She went for his throat, the lessons definitely helped but she was no match for him.
"One day you'll be able to best me. Lucky for me that day isn't today."
Ivy had wanted to claw his eyes out, "you're a monster."
"So is everyone."
"Not everyone kills seventeen guards."
"You're right, only the strong kill in our world. Too bad we don't live in a fairytale."
"Don't dare make me feel insane, it's insane, the world we live in!
The death that surrounds SkyWood is sickening!"
"It's utter insanity, love."
"I hate it", "as do I."
Than release me from our bargain! Let me live a life free of you!"
Ivy said talking of her sworn allegiance to him for two years.
"No!" He said before slamming his mouth back to hers.
Their kisses were insanity.
Crazy to a fault.
"I love you."
Ivy hated when he said it, "no you don't.
One with a black heart cannot love."
"I fucking love you with my whole black heart."
"You don't know what love is.
You love the idea of love.
You love how loving me makes you feel."
"And how does loving you make me feel?"
"Like your heart isn't black."
"Fair enough."
They kissed urgently, Ivy removed her pants while he ripped her shirt from her body....