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The Devil's Cursed Witch

The tale of a man who brings death and a girl who denies it. ---- On the haunted mountain in the kingdom, they say there lived a witch. She was born a princess. But even before her birth, the priest declared her to be cursed and demanded her death. They poisoned the mother to kill the baby before she gave birth, but the baby was born out of the dead mother—a cursed child. Again and again, they tried to kill the baby but she miraculously survived every single attempt. Giving up, they abandoned her on the haunted mountain to die but she still survived on that barren land— A witch ‘Why won’t she die?’ Years later, the people finally had enough of the witch and decided to burn the mountain. But the Devil arrived to her rescue and took her with him from that burning place, because dying was not her destiny even then. Draven Amaris. The Black Dragon, who ruled over supernatural beings, the Devil who no one wished to cross a path with. He hated humans but this certain human girl would pull him towards her whenever she was in danger. ‘Is she really a human?’ He took the human with him and named this mysteriously tenacious girl “Ember”, a piece of glowing coal in a dying fire. A soul tainted with vengeance and the darkness of hell, would rise from the ashes and fulfil her revenge. ------ This is the second book from the series of The Devils and Witches. 1st book - Witch's daughter and the Devil's son. 3rd book- The Devil's Betrothed. All books are connected to each other but you can read them as stand-alone.

Mynovel20 · Fantasy
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453 Chs

Hold Onto Me

Ember was petrified on his lap, her mind blanked out after hearing his sharp demand. 

Hearing Draven's dignified voice with their faces mere inches away from each other made her freeze like a little rabbit facing the most terrifying wolf. Feeling his red eyes on her, not only her breath, even her own heart seemed to have stopped for a second. 

With her body being so close to him, even sitting on his lap with his hot breath fanning over her head, brushing lightly against the side of her face, Ember should have burst into panicked tears as she called out in her heart for those who she knew. 

'Elder Leeora…Morpheus…I-I…'

Perhaps because she was in too much shock, or because she believed in Leeora's and Morpheus' words of assurance, she was able to somehow appear calmer than her real emotions.