BOUND BY A PROMISE

BOUND BY A PROMISE

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For three hundred years, the ancient promise between angels and vampires kept the world at peace. A sacred oath was sworn: no vampire would ever harm an angel again. But when angels begin disappearing one by one, fear spreads through the heavenly kingdom of Elaria. Whispers of betrayal grow louder, and war threatens to rise once more. Princess Seraphina - kind-hearted, innocent, and loved by everyone - refuses to believe darkness is always evil. While the kingdom trembles in fear, she finds herself drawn toward the mystery hidden beyond the borders of her world. On the other side stands King Lucas Draven, the cold and feared ruler of the Vampire Kingdom. Ruthless. Heartless. Untouchable. A king surrounded by shadows and secrets. As the ancient promise begins to crack, fate pulls the angel princess and the vampire king toward each other. But hidden enemies are already moving in the dark, determined to destroy both kingdoms forever. A promise made in the past. A war waiting to begin. And a love that could either save the world... or ruin it completely.
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