Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

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All the other dead bodies have black or brown hair that was common among the folks and commoners. They looked like local thugs and ruffians.

Rafael noticed that it was the voice of a woman while he had thought that he was following a man from the clothes and body structure.

The woman let go of the hood that was covering her face as she checked inside. The rooms were not better than outside. Every part of the building was stained red with bodies all around that the woman kept cursing while moving forward.

In the end, she stopped in front of the door of the basement which was open too. It was not needed to check that the room was empty.

Yet the woman ran towards the room as if her life was depending on it.

She raised her hands and a ball of fire formed on it enough to light the room. The room did not have any body or the strong stench of blood that had covered the whole building yet the woman looked at it devastated.

"That bastard, brats! Did they think that they could run away from my grasp! Ha! They will learn soon that running away from there was their biggest mistake."  like a person who had lost her mental balance, her eyes filled with madness.

She looked around and laughed crazily. It was scary with her glowing eyes and the fire in her hands getting bigger.

"I will tell you the result of your mistake but first…" she turned towards the other side but her eyes widened when she saw Rafael standing there with a raised brow.

"But first you will tell me what is happening here since I am getting bored of your crazy attitude." with a hint of boredom in his eyes, he stared at the witch who was startled but her eyes soon tuned colder as she stared back at him without a hint of terror in her eyes that was quite new for Rafael.

"You are not afraid of me?" he asked with an intrigued look in his eyes when the woman snorted but instead of replying by words, she threw the ball of fire in her hands towards him.

She had thought that he would run away. The witches are strong beings when it comes to elemental powers and spells. She did not know why he was not getting attacked by all of them at once.

If they would decide to kill him, he did not stand a chance.

Her eyes were filled with confidence as she smirked when the fire touched his body but soon the cold look turned into horrified when she noticed that the ball of fire was dancing in her hands instead of burning her as if that power belongs to him not hers.

"How could that be?" she could not believe her eyes. The cunning vampire must have created an illusion or it must be a cheap trick of his.

Assured of that, she waved her hands and soon another ball of fire that was much larger than before started to form in her hands.

With a look of success in her eyes, she threw the ball of fire one after another this time with more intensity and ferocity. One after another that was enough to burn the whole empire but when she finally stopped, Rafael was standing there unscathes.

Her silver hair was burning with fire, filled with shock. She could not believe that he was not a bit affected by so much fire.

"But how…"

"Tsk! So you were not afraid because you were sure about these cheap tricks? You should have investigated more about me before deciding to fight with me instead of running away.'' He took steps closer to her while playing with the ball of fire in his hands as if it was an old toy.

She was sure that her power had never betrayed her and showed affinity towards others even when the other witch or witcher had elemental power of fire. That was why she was able to subdue so many humans that were so scared of her that they would find dying a better choice than deceiving her. That was why she was never afraid of leaving them alone.

But not only those dumb humans died and those kids run away but now this vampire was challenging her so brazenly. She could not accept it at all.

"No! It must be a cheap trick. If I continue to fight!" She heard him chuckling and could feel the mocking tone in it as if he was laughing over her foolish thought that she still thought that she could win.

"Try to move first." he whispered, making her frown but soon the anger turned into fear when she noticed that she could not move even an inch. As if her body had been frozen, no matter how much she tried, her body did not move an inch while she felt his aura getting stronger as he moved closer to her.

"I think you are ignorant. So, let me tell you before killing you, I have the strongest spell against magic and the elemental power of witches.

No matter how strong a witch is.. Her powers would be mine if she tried to harm me from them. That was why witches always use the power of daggers and swords when they fight with me instead of using their spells, they just could not bear that I kill them with their own powers.

She felt it was a disgrace." his eyes filled with joy of killing her and a madness that she found terrifying. Her face filled with cold sweat and she gulped as she realized that she was going to die by her own ball of fire that was so proud of..

"But how is that possible? That spell could only be created by the blood of the first generation of witches.`` They went extinct a long ago.

"Yes, you are right. The strongest one had died in my arms."