Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son
He fell for her rare purple eyes. Then, thought to have her whole. ------ That night, the delicate purple-eyed woman in a wedding dress sat on their bed as her husband observed her with a grin. "So,” he drawled, his voice wicked and magnetic, “I can't see my wife's face even on my wedding night?" "Your Majesty has promised to fulfil my one wish," the woman commented, securing the veil that covered the lower half of her face with slightly trembling hands. He stared into her mysterious rare purple eyes. "May I ask, why such a wish?" She stared back at him. "Your Majesty might not like to see ugly things.” He smirked and stepped towards her. "But, I never had a liking towards pretty things." ------ Seren, the infamous daughter of the witch, and Drayce, the ruthless and vicious son of the Devil. No one had ever seen her face as the witches are meant to be ugly, but he was the one who never searched for beauty. She was cursed to never fall in love, but he wished to be the only man she would ever love. A cursed princess married off to the Devil's son to destroy his kingdom but the Devil's son had a different plan for her. The secret of her birth will be revealed only to lead the way to unleash the hidden powers inside her which no one can control. With the hidden dangers desiring her power, can Drayce and Seren protect one another or will the darkness swallow them whole? ------ This is the first book from "Devil and Witch" series. Book one- Witch's Daughter and The Devil's son. Book two - The Devil's Cursed witch. Book Three- The Devil's Betrothed. Both books are connected to each other but you can read them as stand-alone. ------ Instagram- mynovel.20 Discord - Given in the chapters FB group- mynovel20's novels
Impatient Samer
Under the cloak of night, Cian made his return to Abetha guest mansion, his countenance heavy with displeasure. Once again, his pursuit of knowledge regarding that mysterious woman and her group had ended in frustration. Before they could even approach the rendezvous, the smugglers had met their demise elsewhere, leaving no trace. By the time news reached them, the band herb had been incinerated beyond recovery.
'They are way too familiar with each corner of this kingdom that it's difficult guess from where they would appear and where they disappear.'
Feeling vexed, Cian sought solace at the mountain cliff, a place of childhood memories. There, he gazed into the distance, half-hoping to glimpse the woman with the windmill, yet she remained elusive. His mind churned with questions: to which noble family did she belong? How could he hope to find her without a single lead? The sole tangible clue, a piece of jewelry, taunted him with its silent mystery.