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.
As they parted away reluctantly while kissing, Draven spoke, looking at his mate who was panting lightly. "We should stop here or I might not be able to leave anymore."
Ember knew she wouldn't be able to handle him anymore either. Though her body had started to expect intimate things again after listening to his sweet indirect confession, her mind was rational to know her own body's condition. She was in a desperate need of rest.
Draven pecked on her forehead gently and pulled the blanket up to cover her bare chest which was painted with the sweet assault he made on her delicate body.
"Rest well," he said and stood up to leave.
Ember nodded and she watched him leaving. 'He seems so different. Was he always like this, so tender and sincere? Why do I want him to stay back? Why do I still want him to be with me?'