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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Draven remained in his study for a while, thinking about the discoveries he had that day. After some time, he felt the need to check on the human who he had marked.
He was about to get up from his armchair but then paused midway.
'No need to check on her. Not like I can help her survive this bond. She agreed to put herself on the brink of life and death so I am not responsible for her.' He tried to resist the urge to go and check on her but the more he tried the more he felt restless. 'It's not me, it's the effect of marking her that is compelling me to check on her. I don't care even if she dies or survives.'
He tried to convince himself again and again but there was no use. In the end, he still stood up. 'It's this damn bond, not me.'