The DeathBound Throne

The DeathBound Throne

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Eve has lived most of life listening to the stories of her town - passed down by generations, told at bedtime to scare the young minds of children. These stories have been told to be true, enlisting a towns set of rules: Curfew at sundown Lock your doors Do not go outside at night Do not go into the woods. Eve has always listened to these rules, until her father forgets to send a letter leaving Eve to be late home, finding her parents missing. Nyxar promises to take Eve to her parents, only for it to be a trap where makes a grave deal with the King, leaving her trapped for the rest of her little human life. Nyxar had made a similar deal with the King, also his father, that left him emotionless, void of life, cruel, until that changes when he desperately tries to help Eve escape, tries to save her from the torture. But will his efforts get both him and Eve killed? Will they escape the kingdom that holds both they're fates? Will Nyxar grow feelings equivalent to a human? Will Eve let Nyxar in after all that she's endured? Will they ever find they're freedom and happiness they both deserve or will they both die trying? Read the story between two different people, two different creatures, and find out if sacrifice, love, trust is enough for the two. XXX THE DEATHBOUND THRONE XXX
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(🌹𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏) "𝑇𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦" **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* She looks like untouched snowfall. But hides teeth beneath silence. Soft as a lamb in spring. Deadly as winter's quiet hunger. A porcelain face, angelic and still. A predator breathing behind the mask. Innocence rests in her gaze. Darkness sharpens just beneath.

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