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.
Missing Part Of Energy Core
The stars on the night skies of Agartha were akin to sprinkled diamond dust, a lovely sight to behold, but with the curtains drawn shut inside a certain bedchamber, its owner was drowned in darkness, unaware of the beauty outside, silently wrapped in her mate's embrace.
Ember lay in bed, unable to sleep even with Draven lying down next to her. She relished in him caressing her head.
"Ember?"
"Hmm?"
"I requested Helia to restart your magic lessons, and she will come tomorrow."
"Hmm."
"I want you to keep yourself distracted instead of being depressed like this."
"Hmm."
His fingers slowly combed through her long hair.
"I know you are sad and so am I," he said, "But there is no longer a reason for us to remain this way. We have hope that he will return to us. I believe in his tenacity. He will come back, and when he does, he will make fun of you for being a crybaby."