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.
Ember was momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness inside the chamber, and as soon as her sight returned, she found someone standing by the window, causing her heart to nearly jump out of her throat .
'That scared me!'
She put her hands over her chest, trying to calm down her heart.
'So he's been awake the whole time? He must have sensed my presence already. But why is he standing in the dark? Why does he look as if…as if…?'
The view of the man's broad back, clad in black sleeping robe, looked a little lonely.
'It must be my imagination.'
Just as she hesitated on what to say, the tall man in black robes turned around to face her, causing all her thoughts to scatter. Those familiar red eyes carried no emotions as they looked at her; instead, they looked unusually calm like still water.