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 regained her consciousness late in the afternoon. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a familiar place, her own bed-chamber. She stared in a daze for who knows how long at the white ceiling before snapping back to her senses.
'Huh? Wasn't I in the garden…?'
From the bright sunlight coming through her windows, she realized it was quite late in the day.
'Why am I sleeping at this hour?' She tried to move but then felt a slight tingling pain in the crook of her neck. Her hand touched the smooth skin out of reflex. 'Why is it hurting?'
Memories of what happened before she went unconscious came flooding her mind and she gasped in shock.
'What was that? Did I really? Did he…we…his chamber…on bed….what were we…' Ember felt lost at first, even denying reality, but a sense of growing shame made her groan the more she felt convinced the memories she had were real. 'Why did I act like that again? Why do I keep losing my mind like this?'