Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son
He fell for her rare purple eyes. Then, thought to have her whole. ------ That night, the delicate purple-eyed woman in a wedding dress sat on their bed as her husband observed her with a grin. "So,” he drawled, his voice wicked and magnetic, “I can't see my wife's face even on my wedding night?" "Your Majesty has promised to fulfil my one wish," the woman commented, securing the veil that covered the lower half of her face with slightly trembling hands. He stared into her mysterious rare purple eyes. "May I ask, why such a wish?" She stared back at him. "Your Majesty might not like to see ugly things.” He smirked and stepped towards her. "But, I never had a liking towards pretty things." ------ Seren, the infamous daughter of the witch, and Drayce, the ruthless and vicious son of the Devil. No one had ever seen her face as the witches are meant to be ugly, but he was the one who never searched for beauty. She was cursed to never fall in love, but he wished to be the only man she would ever love. A cursed princess married off to the Devil's son to destroy his kingdom but the Devil's son had a different plan for her. The secret of her birth will be revealed only to lead the way to unleash the hidden powers inside her which no one can control. With the hidden dangers desiring her power, can Drayce and Seren protect one another or will the darkness swallow them whole? ------ This is the first book from "Devil and Witch" series. Book one- Witch's Daughter and The Devil's son. Book two - The Devil's Cursed witch. Book Three- The Devil's Betrothed. Both books are connected to each other but you can read them as stand-alone. ------ Instagram- mynovel.20 Discord - Given in the chapters FB group- mynovel20's novels
Does Drayce Hate His Father?
Delicate tears rolled down Seren's veiled face as she listened to the tragic secrets behind the royal family, her gem-like purple eyes unable to pull away from the bitter smile on Great Lady Theodora's aged face.
None of them seemed to have realized that the sun had long set and the greenhouse had turned considerably dark as they tried to find silent comfort in each other's presence. The lamps left behind by the thoughtful servants casted dim shadows on the ladies' faces.
Although the old lady narrated the story as if she was a complete outsider to the tale, it was apparent that the pain she had buried deep in her heart was ever-present. Though decades had passed since then, perhaps the wounds of the past remained in all the people affected, unable to truly heal.
The current Queen of Megaris looked at the white-haired woman sitting in front of her and reached out to hold the Great Lady's wrinkled hand. "Grandmother, are you fine?"