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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 · Fantasie
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Destiny, Beautiful But Wicked

On the southern mountain range, a part of one mountain had collapsed, while the surrounding forest was almost completely destroyed, countless trees uprooted and the ground badly cracked as the two beasts fought like their lives are on the line, turning a blind eye on the damage they had caused. 

The dignified look of the King of Agartha and the easygoing appearance of the Commander of Warriors were both nowhere to be seen. In fact, two miserable figures had emerged from a pile of rubble.

Half of Draven's shirt was clawed off, one sleeve even missing, with his black hair a complete mess and cuts from wind blades visible on his arms and chest. A trickle of blood could be seen leaking from the corner of his mouth. Meanwhile, Morpheus' state was not any better. There were bruises on his face, one eye even swollen shut, and some feathers from his wings were missing, causing parts of his gray wings to be dyed red with his blood.