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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.

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Confession

"You finally came to me?" she said in a voice somewhat thick with sleep. 

"How could I have left you alone?" Morpheus replied. 

"Hmm, I knew you would come back to me." 

As she said those words, the smile on her lips widened. Her hand moved towards his face to touch it. 

Her words and the way she looked at him— as if she had been waiting for him all along—made his body freeze. It felt like time had slowed as he watched her hand moving towards his face. 

Her fingers brushed against his face ever-so-gently, her caress lighter than a feather, her cold fingers soothing against his warm skin.

"I missed you," she said. A gentle voice, a tender gaze, her actions showing how much she yearned for this person. 

For a moment, Morpheus forgot how to breathe.

The man opened his mouth, but his mind was unable to form words. 

"...I missed you," she repeated, her fingers on his face seemingly leaving a trail over his warm skin.