A Tale Of Twilight: The Dawn Of Dark Ages
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A Tale Of Twilight: The Dawn Of Dark Ages

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Gospel Augustin Suspense/Thriller

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BLOOD & PROPHECY
He was hired to protect her. He was born to destroy her world.
Matt Garrett believes he’s just an exceptionally skilled human bodyguard, taking a lucrative job protecting Yvonne Arne, the rebellious daughter of a reclusive billionaire. He thinks his biggest challenges are her sharp tongue and sharper fangs. He’s wrong.
Yvonne Arne knows she’s a vampire princess, chafing under her father’s gilded cage. She sees Matt as another one of her father’s pawns—an infuriatingly capable, unsettlingly attractive nuisance. But when a series of assassination attempts reveal Matt’s impossible healing abilities, Yvonne uncovers a terrifying truth buried in her mother’s old journals.
Her father, the powerful Ventrue King Arne Anton, isn’t trying to keep her safe. He’s using her. An ancient prophecy states that the union of a vampire pureblood and the last descendant of a lost werewolf tribe will unlock the Trident of Asmodius, an artifact that can plunge the world into an eternal dark age.
Matt is that last descendant. And their growing, forbidden attraction isn’t just dangerous—it’s the key to the apocalypse.
Now, trapped in a gilded castle of lies and manipulation, the bodyguard and the princess must unravel the dark conspiracy that ties their fates together. To save the world, they must outmaneuver the vampire king who has been pulling their strings since the day they were born, before their own love becomes the trigger for doom.
For fans of the dark romance of A Court of Thorns and Roses, the supernatural politics of The Shadowhunter Chronicles, and the relentless tension of Underworld.
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THE LETTER.

The castle, now bureaucratically sanitized as "Arne's Building," lay in a silence so profound it felt less like peace and more like a held breath. The usual, ancient echoes of the place had been stifled, replaced by the sterile hum of new electronics and the faint, ghostly scent of fresh paint.

Since the arrival of Ma……

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