Enslaved to Icarus (The Pariah Book 1)

"The curse entailed that only the blood that sought yours, can free you of the curse, until then you shall be asleep." Icarus smirked at her words, he knew where this was going as she continued, "Because your blood is-"

"Poisonous and repulsive." She nodded.

"So, it's unbelievable that she was the one whose blood sought yours, a human, but it did, or perhaps it was your blood that sought hers...," she mulled over it. "But it's wrong, against the natural-" she observed his gaze.

Talking about some natural order of the universe was not something that would befit his ears, given that he was the very example of the abomination formed against the natural laws and order of the blood.
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No one knew who he was, or where he came from? But he did, and he conquered all the existing realms, hidden and not so hidden from the human world, and built his kingdom upon the ruins of his enemies.

Yet, he remained a pariah. Always was. Always will be.

He was Icarus. The Monster. The Legend. The Evil. The Pariah.
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Everyone knew her to be a scared little kitten. She looked like one too with her snowy white hair, cerulean blue eyes, and a questionable fate.
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What was supposed to be a ridiculous adventure, suggested by her equally ridiculous brave friend turned her life into a whirlwind of crazy and bloody, when she stumbled and accidentally awakened the sleeping, ravenous, and absolutely psychotic monster, Icarus.

What made her the lucky woman to jostle him out of his centuries of sleep?

As a thanks, she was rewarded with the title of being his most beloved SLAVE.

Dive into their journey as we unravel their ribbons of fate, and immerse ourselves into their complicated relationship.
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This book is a dark fantasy romance novel and Icarus is an original fantasy character that I created. He is not a vampire or a werewolf but something entirely new and interesting.