The Devil's Cursed Witch
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.
Flower Gift From Morpheus
After the council meeting, Draven went to the south east wing of the palace. He wanted to check on Ember who had been still quiet and avoided stepping out of her chamber. All she did was to sit in the window of her chamber and stare at the sky as if her empty gaze was expecting someone to show up in that vast blue sky.
Once in a while she would notice patrolling guards from the Divine Eagle clan flying but not even once she mistook them for Morpheus. She could easily distinguish between them and Morpheus. No one held that dignified aura like him and the way he looked with those majestic beautiful wings, no one could match it.
Draven entered the chamber and her two servants left after they bowed to the king. Draven walked towards her and stayed by the window where she was sitting. Not saying a word, he simply put his hand on her shoulder.