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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

Mynovel20 · Fantasy
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At the very front was a tall young man wearing black clothes with delicate embroidery of gold and red threads that symbolized the sun, which was a signature of the royalty of Megaris. His face with well-carved sharp features looked cold; his red eyes equally held a cold gaze, not sparing a glance to anyone but the middle-aged royal sitting on the throne. 

Half of his elbow-length jet black hair was secured at the back of his head with a gold accessory. His one hand rested at the sword hung to the left side of his waist as he walked towards the throne to greet the King of Abetha. Though his steps appeared calm and steady, one could see the dark and intimidating aura he carried, making everyone wary of him.