The villain wasn’t meant to be an emperor—nor was he supposed to be handsome. Yet, for reasons I can’t fathom, he hates me. Attending the Academy of the Arcane—a school for the supernatural elite to master their powers—I became a force to be reckoned with. Untouchable. Unstoppable. My beauty was a double-edged sword, both a weapon and a haunting reminder of the life I once had and lost. Among the murmurs and wary glances, one presence stood out like a shadow cutting through the light: Tharros, the Emperor of Shadows. The unchallenged ruler of witches, vampires, werewolves, and fae. His gaze, cold yet searing, carried a weight of hatred that felt deeply personal. "You made me this way," he said, his voice raw with fury, his face a mask of torment. His words hit like a dagger, yet I had no memory of him—no clue of what crime he accused me of. When I denied his accusations, his laughter lingered like a ghost. "You don’t remember?" he said. "Then I’ll make sure you never forget." Days later, I woke up bound to him by an unholy marriage—a union I never consented to, sealed by his thirst for vengeance. Tharros’ darkness is all-encompassing, threatening to swallow every fragment of who I am. Now, I must untangle the web of his hatred, uncover the truth behind my parents’ murder, and face the memories he swears I’ve buried. Because in this deadly game of vengeance and power, the line between hate and something far more dangerous grows thinner with every heartbeat. Warning: Extremely Dark Romance | Rated 18+ This story contains themes of coercion, violence, obsession, and psychological manipulation. For mature audiences only. If you’re ready to explore a love story where darkness and passion collide, proceed.
View More❤️ His Prisoner ❤️Nyxoria snorted, wiping the blood still dripping from her nose with the back of her hand. Her glare burned into Tharros, fierce and unyielding."Don’t let this get to your head," she spat, tightening her grip on her sword. "I’m ready whenever you are."Tharros didn’t bother responding. He just smiled—that cold, twisted smile that made Nyxoria’s skin crawl. And then, without warning, he lunged forward.His sword gleamed under the throne room’s flickering sunlight, and he moved fast—so fast it was nearly impossible to track him. But Nyxoria’s eyes were sharp. She caught the faint blur of his movement just in time, bringing her blade up to block his strike.The clash of metal echoed through the room, sharp and deafening. The impact sent a shudder through Nyxoria’s arms, forcing her down to one knee. She gritted her teeth, holding her sword with both hands as Tharros pressed down with his own.That’s when she noticed it—he was using only one hand.It felt like a thousan
❤️ A Dance Of Swords ❤️She shrugged off the lingering thoughts and left the cave. Stepping outside, she took a deep breath, letting the fresh air wash away the stench of blood and decay.Lifting two fingers to her lips, she let out a sharp whistle. Within seconds, the sound of galloping hooves filled the air as Penelope trotted toward her."We won, Penelope," Nyxoria said with a small smirk, running a hand over the horse’s mane.Penelope snorted in response, nudging Nyxoria’s shoulder as if to say, Of course we did.With one smooth motion, she climbed onto the horse’s back and took hold of the reins. Without looking back at Elder Rivar, his army, or the rescued hostages, she nudged Penelope forward, riding away from the cave and heading straight for the palace.★★★It was late in the afternoon, and King Vyr had been enjoying a much-needed nap in his chamber when a knock on the door stirred him awake."Come in," he mumbled, sitting up groggily as he stretched his arms. A guard stepped
❤️ Tafi's Promise ❤️Minutes passed, and the ones still standing— about 10 of them and haven't attacked her yet— finally realized they had no chance. One by one, they dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, surrendering. Nyxoria sheathed her sword back, dusting off her hands as she looked at them with a smirk. "Smart choice," Nyxoria said. "And I wasn't even putting my all into this fight," She smirked, looking down at the kneeling Bloodfogers. "I'm proud of you all." She added. She stepped forward, her boots crunching against the dirt floor. "Now, tell me where you’re keeping the hostages—or should I force it out of you?" The Bloodfogers didn’t waste a second. They scrambled to their feet and gestured for her to follow. Nyxoria did, keeping a cautious eye on them as they led her deeper into the cave. The further they went, the worse the smell became—a putrid mix of blood, decay, and something else she couldn’t quite place. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting
❤️ Tafi's Promise ❤️"So, you really think you can take us all down?" a voice echoed from the depths of the dark cave.Nyxoria crossed her arms, waiting as a woman stepped out, stopping at the mouth of the cave."Obviously," Nyxoria replied with a smirk. "Even with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back, I could still take all of you down."She looked at the woman from her head down to her legs, noting every eerie detail. Her veins pulsed beneath her pale skin, glowing dark red like rivers of blood flowing just beneath the surface. Runes, carved deep into her flesh, oozed faint traces of fresh blood, and her eyes glowed a menacing crimson."This is my territory," the woman snarled through gritted teeth, her expression twisted with anger. When she ran her tongue along her upper teeth, Nyxoria's eyes flickered in mild surprise at her rows of sharp dirty teeth and her tongue were like those of a serpent own.Her outfit was even more disturbing—crafted from bones, each one sharpe
❤️ The Bloodfogers (3) ❤️ Nyxoria stiffened. "What do you mean something’s wrong?" Daisy shook her head, her expression troubled. "There’s something blocking me from seeing what I need to see," she admitted. "It’s not normal." Nyxoria’s heart pounded. "So what does that mean?" "It means I need time," Daisy said firmly. "I have to consult the Oracle to find out why I couldn’t break through… and what’s keeping your memories locked away." "So it’s going to take time?" Nyxoria asked, disappointment clear in her voice. "I thought you’d just do it now, quickly." Daisy gave her a patient look. "Nyxoria, if I rush it, I might make mistakes—important ones. And I could miss the most crucial part," she explained. "And yes, these things take time. But because of who you are and how important this is to you, I’ll do it as fast as I can." That brought a spark of hope to Nyxoria’s face. "Thank you, Daisy." "You’re welcome, Nyxoria," Daisy said with a small smile. "Is that all?" Nyxoria nodd
❤️ The Bloodfogers (2) ❤️Early the next morning, before the sun had even risen, Nyxoria was already awake. She got out of bed and took a quick bath, letting the cool water clear her mind and wake her fully. Once she was done, she dressed in a pair of fitted red leather trousers and a sleeveless red tunic. The tunic was long, with slits running from her waist down on both sides, allowing for easy movement.She let her hair fall loose, brushing it carefully as it cascaded down to just above her knees. She normally didn’t pay much attention to her hair, but this morning, with the soft glow of the burning candles illuminating her chamber, she took a moment to look at it. And took hold of her late father's sword, which she strapped to her back.Satisfied with her appearance, she slipped out of her chamber, careful not to make any noise that might wake anyone else. The only ones still awake were the guards doing their night patrols, silently watching over the palace.Nyxoria made her way t
❤️ The Bloodfogers ❤️"Yes, you just read my mind, Nyxoria," King Vyr said with a broad smile. "Are you sure you’re not a mind reader?" he teased lightly."I just know where this is heading before you hit the nail on the head," Nyxoria replied with a smirk.Nasa snorted loudly, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated manner. Nyxoria caught it and, without missing a beat, stuck out her tongue at her cousin before turning her attention back to her uncle."I’ll go tomorrow to check things out Uncle," she said casually. "Unlike some people seated across from me, I still have a good memory of where you and the Council of Elders pointed out in the scroll, so I’ll start there." She added."Thank you, Nyxoria. I trust you," King Vyr said.Nyxoria pushed her chair back and stood up, stretching slightly. "If you’ll excuse me Uncle, I’m tired and need to get some rest. I’ve got a long day ahead of me tomorrow.""Won’t you finish your food?" Vyr asked, concern flickering across his face as he saw Nyxo
❤️ Tharros Story (2) ❤️"I don’t understand. He has a brother?" Nyxoria asked, confusion clear in her voice."Yes," Dika replied without hesitation. "Come on, let’s go somewhere quiet to talk."Without wasting any time, the two climbed onto Penelope, who took off at a steady pace.They soon arrived at a riverbank, their secret spot, where they often came to escape the world. The girls dismounted, and Nyxoria led Penelope to graze nearby before they both sat down on the cool grass by the water’s edge.For a while, neither of them spoke, the sound of the river filling the silence, until Nyxoria finally broke it."So, how do you know all of this about Tharros’s history?""My mother," Dika answered simply.Nyxoria smiled faintly. "Sometimes I forget how old she is."Dika smirked. "You’re not the only one. According to her, the late Emperor brought Tharros to the castle when he was about three years old and announced to all the kingdoms that he was his son.""I’m guessing that didn’t sit w
❤️ Tharros Story ❤️Tharros’s hands remained tight around Nyxoria’s neck, his fingers pressing into her skin. But when he noticed she wasn’t fighting back—wasn’t even flinching—and instead had that strange, defiant grin on her face, he froze.With a low growl, he released her, his hands dropping to his sides. He didn’t want to kill her, at least not yet. That would be too easy, too quick.But as he sat there, trying to steady himself, he couldn’t ignore the rush of heat coursing through him. Her fearless reaction, that maddening grin, the way she stared him down without a hint of fear—it stirred something deep inside him.He clenched his fists, glad he was seated, hiding the effect she was having on him. Damn her, he thought, his jaw tightening. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me.He hated it. By the gods, he hated it. The thoughts racing through his mind, the way his body betrayed him—it all made his blood boil."Get out," Tharros growled, his voice cold and sharp.Nyxoria’
FROM HIS HATRED, A DARKER DESIRE IGNITES ❤️ The Council's Verdict ❤️ "Uncle, you send for me." Nyxoria was seen walking toward him. She was in her chamber when a messenger came to pass her the message of her presence being needed in the palace. Vyr sat upon a throne of pure gold, the sunlight streaming through the open window catching the jewels of his crown and bathing him in a commanding glow. Draped in crimson and sable robes, he radiated quiet authority, a living emblem of power and majesty. Around him, the council of elders, about four, gathered at a massive oaken table, their robes marked by symbols of their clans and wisdom etched into their faces. They all turn to look at her with a big frown and angry looks on their faces, especially the one with a missing arm. Nyxoria didn't care, her focus was on her uncle who beamed at her when she finally stopped beside him. "Yes, indeed I did," Vyr said. "What do you say to this?" he asked, pointing at what he and the elders were d...
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