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.
Seeing the King in a daze, Melion called him again, "Your Majesty? Is something the matter—"
Draven raised his hand to stop him from talking and his red eyes stared towards the door of his study.
Just then, there was a knock and Erlos entered the study. "Sire, Elder Leeora and…" Erlos wondered how he should address Ember now as there was a sudden change in her status from nobody to someone really important. "...and Miss Ember is here to see you."
Erlos sighed inwardly and felt it was the right way to address her.
The moment the door opened, the fragrance assaulted him, and Draven clenched his fists under the desk. He felt angry at how nonsensical he was reacting. She was yet to even enter his study but all his senses had become sensitive to her presence.