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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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Suspicious Of His Uncle

In front of the grave of the High Elves, there were two males who seemed to be in their own quiet world, unaffected by the bustle of their surroundings.

"How are you feeling?" Draven asked, his voice as usual dignified but held genuine care for the young elf who he raised like his own family.

"I am fine," Erlos replied. 

Silence enveloped the two.

"Have I told you before that you look just like your father now, the leader of the High Elves, Elror?" 

Erlos looked at Draven. "Really?"

Draven nodded. "But your personality is like your mother's, Alarielle."

"That's good to know."

"You are brave and strong like your parents. They would be proud to know you grew up this well."

"I am sure they will give that credit to you."

"I would have accepted it gladly as raising a trouble into a fine young elf was not an easy task," Draven said, only to have Erlos narrow his eyes at him.