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.
I Am Not Clumsy
Draven stared at his mate, his expression colder than usual, upon seeing her silly state. She was squirming nervously under his gaze with a lowered head, but he could see the tip of her nose was a bit red due to her colliding against him head on, which was further reddened after she rubbed it with her hands.
He had long known that humans were delicate creatures, but what he could not understand was how often his mate injured herself or put herself in a situation where she'd be hurt. It was absurd. It seemed as if every time he saw her, she was in some sort of pain. Even now, though she was pretending to ignore the soreness of her nose in front of him, he could clearly see she wasn't succeeding.
He stepped towards her and in reflex, she stepped back. It was an instinctual move for her now to step away from him whenever he would close the distance between them.