Witch Raven Cora wants nothing to do with Blaze Morningstar Prince of Darkness -The man who broke her fragile, young heart. But when the two of them are forced by Supernatural Laws to find mates, Raven and Blaze agree to a fake mate agreement, in or...
Content Warning: *Spellbound is an adult paranormal fantasy book, that contains strong language throughout and content some readers might find distressing, including religious criticism, sexual themes and scenes of blood or gore. Please be warned. All characters are 21+*
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"They say history has an unbelievable fucked up way of repeating itself, and those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
Well I say fuck history, I'll be the captain of my own ship and steer my fate in the course I desire.
But what if the history repeating itself is an old flame? An old soul that once was connected to you in the most satisfying, the most delicious, the most addicting way ever imaginable? A love that once meant everything? Would I be able to contain the demons that so freakishly claw their way out to the surface? Will I be able to contain the beast lurking in the dark, waiting for the right moment to strike and consume everything that she is and ever will be...?
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~~~~Blaze Morningstar (Prince of Darkness): POV~~~~
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"I was so excited when you called, any woman would be lucky to spend some time with you, I'll make this the best damn night of your life!"
"Are you going to talk shit the whole night, or are you going to get undressed?"
My dark, high pitched voice rings out and I turn my gaze to the harlot as she starts to get undressed, standing in my bedroom in the darkest depts of my kingdom, Hell. The evening air fills the room with a warm atmosphere, a blunt smell of sulphur and ash, a smell all too familiar. Here you are put in a pit of fire by my demons where soon after you'll be brought before Satan, my father, but he retired a few years ago, so I'm in charge of handling Hell's affairs these days. The horror that will flood your soul if you die and go out into an eternity without a god is endless. And Yes you can never get out of my kingdom once you are here you will be here until The Great White Throne Judgement. When the scales tip either in your favour, or in mine.
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