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.
At the crack of dawn, Ember woke up. Draven was still sitting in his chair, staring outside. Sleep hadn't come to him when his mate wasn't in his arms. Sensing her movement, he went to her. Her face looked better compared to how pale she had been when she first woke up.
She opened her eyes, spotting Draven, and felt relieved. He helped her sit up in bed, her hand still holding Morpheus'.
"He hasn't woken up yet?" Ember asked, fighting against the lingering pain in her heart.
Draven shook his head. "It might take a little more time."
Ember nodded and turned to Morpheus, noticing something. "His hair color—has it changed, or are my eyes playing tricks on me?"
"You're seeing it right. His hair has turned gold from gray-blue," Draven confirmed.
She extended her hand to touch the silky gold hair. "Why did it change color? He looks like Aureus now, with gold hair."