Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

“Are you saving her?” Hazel failed to understand how the mind of her sister works.

She never took sides and always protected her from their mother and always consoled her and slowly filled it in her mind that she was their mother so they could not attack her.

Now that Hazel did not have emotions towards the witch, she could think rationally and realize it was always Anne who had stopped Bella from attacking and made her emotionally weak.

“I..” Anne bit her lips, “she is my mother and I can not see her dying!” she closed her eyes with guilt and embarrassment, “i know that she didn’t deserve to live but there might be a chance that she has information that we need.” she tried to reason as she continued to pull the hands of Hazel, “could you please let her go?”

That was a pleading but Hazel was not at all convinced. Even though she wanted to know who had betrayed her. She was sure that another figment of her memory will bring the answer too.

She did not want to keep the woman alive for that. The women must die to get some peace for the dead Bella who had suffered a lot from her hands.

“Tsk! Do you think that i will not put up a fight if you try to kill me.” The woman had taken out a dagger to attack Hazel but Hazel took a step back at the right time.

Hazel took out a gun the way the witch had taken out her dagger.

And so the fight began. Before the witch would attack hazel, she had already taken out her gun and shot at her hands. But the protection spell on the body of her mother saved her from the attack of the gun.

“Which witch keeps the weapon of a vampire with her?” her mother spat with disdain but hazel just shrugged.

“What was wrong with keeping your husband’s things with you?” she asked in a tone full of arrogance as she shot another bullet on the chains that broke instantly.

“You got married to that brat again? He had killed many of us! Do you not have any shame?” she raised a brow at the absurdity of the question.

“Why would I care about those who tried to kill me?” Does that even make any sense? Her mother looked at her as if she was the traitor of their coven and her glare only increased.

She used a spell to take out the bricks from the nearest wall and threw it on Hazel who was still trying to get rid of the chain from other hands.

She ducked the first few but the bricks kept coming at both her and Anne at the same time.

One of them hit Anne and she fell flat on the ground. The impact of her body on the ground hurt and she groaned in pain.

Hazel covered Anne with a protection spell with her other hands that was free of chain but she lost the chance to save herself when she was covered with another barrier of spells and bricks kept hitting her.

“You will neve learn, will you?” she glared at her mother and then threw her chains on the ground that burnt immediately. “I am not the weak hazel, you know!” since she had already gotten rid of the chains.

She casted the strongest spell that started burning the body of her mother in fire.

Her eyes widened and she tried to put off the fire but the spell was strong enough that even if she extinguished the fire of any part, it would start to burn again.

“Anne, help me!” She ordered the same child she was beating a while ago when Hazel snored but to her utter surprise, Anne, who had not tried to save herself, cast another spell using all her energy to extinguish the fire and winced.

Her body turned pale and blood came out from her lips when she extinguished the fire bringing a smirk on the face of her mother.

“Why are you surprised? Have you thought she is also an ungrateful wench like you?” asked her mother as she took out the voodoo doll. That was the last weapon of every witch.

Though it has the simplest of magic, it can give immense pain to anyone and can take their life easily but it also needs a part of their body.

It could be hair or the blood of the person, a piece of their clothes or skin. But what did her mother have?

She stared at her mother with caution. She stared at her mother who had started to whisper curses while holding the door and then took out a piece of dress from her pocket.

It was the ring Rafael had gifted her when she had gone to the palace for the first time as their wedding ring. She was sure she had lost it a long time ago from her room in the palace of her father’s empire.

Only she and Rafael were there! Could he be?

She noticed how her mother’s face had that wide evil grin as if she was proud that she was going to kill her mother again.

She took out the dagger from her pocket without trying to twist the doll or using another way to give her pain.

“If you wanted to kill me, why did you wait for me to come here?” she asked in a confused tone, the questions were killing her more than the pain. “When I was a child, I did not have these powers, and you could have killed me easily!” she asked when her mother sighed and then looked at Anne.

“This fool has sealed all your powers. Do you know why?” she asked and then raised a brow when hazel looked confused, “it was not for Rafael, but us. We can not find you in this vast world without the light of your powers that differentiate your soul from everyone else.”