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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.

Mynovel20 · Fantasy
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Morpheus' Improvement

During the days when Evanthe was tending to Morpheus, Ember prayed fervently for his recovery and return. Nearly a month had passed, and her patience was wearing thin.

"Draven, can you take me to the Spirit Shrine? Yesterday, Lady Evanthe and Cornelia said he should wake up in a day or two."

Draven took her hand gently, offering comfort. "You are not allowed to enter the Spirit Circle since you are not from the witch clan. But rest assured, the moment he wakes up, you will be the first to know."

Ember pressed her lips into a thin line. "I wish I were a witch."

Draven chuckled. "You are more dangerous than a witch."

"Are you scared?" she asked, searching his eyes for a genuine answer.

He caressed her cheek, a light smile forming on his lips. "I like dealing with dangerous things."

Suddenly, Draven sensed something, his ears perking up. He spoke immediately. "Let me take you there."

"What? Where?"