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.
Why Don't You Just Mate With Her
The powerful Divine Eagle emerged from the dark waters of that vast river, causing a loud splashing sound as if another explosion had occurred on the surface.
As soon as the water settled back on the river, Morpheus could be seen flying steadily in the air above the river, his majestic golden wings and their seemingly metallic feathers spread to their fullest, flinging all the water droplets away, leaving not just wings but the rest of his body dry.
By the time he eyed the destroyed part of the mountain, Morpheus looked as if he never touched the water in the first place.
His golden orbs stared at the trees ahead; they were still burning because one distressed dragon could not control himself. Maybe it was by pure luck—or that reckless dragon had a little bit of sanity left—but this part of the forest was one far from any of the cities or settlements, thus, only the wild animals should have been affected by his rampage.