Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

“Howl” a large grieving howl reverberated in the air. And the animal fell, the other wolves howled back as if promising the dead, its revenge.

A few increased the pace to catch us and the other stopped to look at their friend who died.

She took a sigh as she shot another arrow and this time it hit its mouth going straight in and out of his neck from the backside.

The third was hit on the forehead again. And another one died right there but even after so much howling and killing the last wolf did not stop to follow Hazel and she did not have any other way to kill him.

She had to hold the saddle to balance herself when she noticed there was something hidden in its layers but for that she had to sit properly first as she felt that the horse had gone crazier too.

It started jumping and rising in the air with its feet so high in the air that Hazel had to hold its neck to make sure that she did not fall straight to the mouth of the wolf.

She kicked the horse and pulled its rains but it only got crazier attacking her instead.

Hazel cursed, that was worse than she had thought. Holding her crossbow tightly,  she tried to shot another but the wolf had already jumped to attack her,

She took out her sword and threw it and it was hit in the stomach in midair.

It howled as it fell down and she was sure it would bring more. It would have been an hour since she felt lost, and she had not even checked the path to make sure she was not going into the deeper part of the forest.

Five more and she would be free from the beasts at least.

She started shooting more arrows but the wolves started to bite the horse and it slipped and fell.

Hazel jumped on time to make sure that she was not trapped between the weight of her horse.

The horse neighed loudly and started struggling but the wolves were enjoying its struggles.

They started to bite and injure the horse. But then their eyes turned to look at me when she shot another one of them.

“Howell!” they howled loudly as they pounced on her but she already had a dagger in one hand and a crossbow in the other.

She shot one with the dagger while continuing to throw arrows on the other one.

Thanks to the poison on them, it took only two arrows to kill another one.

The last one jumped on her from behind.

It sank its teeth deeper into her skin and tried to pierce her skin with its nails but she held the wolf and pulled it.

Her eyes have already turned darker and her nails grew longer, like razors and daggers.

She drew her nail deep into its skin as she pulled the beast away from her back.

Blood was trailing deeper from her skin staining hair white shirt red.

She threw the animal on the ground as if it weighed nothing and then took out the sword from the dead wolf and stabbed it from the sword.

Taking it out, she stabbed again until she felt blood all over her face.

The beast was long dead.

She wiped her face from her red hands and then started at the ground. There were a dozen wolves and a white fox lying on the ground.

But to her dismay the horse was gone too. Its flesh was all over with blood surrounding it. It died a gruesome death.

But without the horse, she would not be able to travel much. Let alone dragging her hunt.

She held the wolves and collected them on the cart that was lying on the corner now that the horse was dead.

It was already filled to the brim yet she had to put three more wolves in it.

Taking a deep breath, she filled all of them on it and then casted a spell so that it would somehow adjust and she did not need to put so much force in dragging it.

After that, she looked around at the ground that was stained red. She was not sure if this much would be enough, so she traveled a bit further.

Might she get a bear too, then she would be successful in impressing Rafael too. She chuckled at that thought.

She started pushing the cart as she moved.

The man staring at her from a cliff while hiding in the dark gritted their teeth. They have thought just a wolf would be enough for her. But who would have thought that a petite woman would be enough to kill a dozen wolves even when her horse had died.

Their faces turned pale and ugly as they thought about how bravely she had sliced all of them.

“What now? If the wolves could not kill her, how are we going to do that?” ask the marquis who was proud of his success already.

Now his face looked like it was slapped hard.

“Ha! I even sacrificed the white wolf which I was about to kill. Now that all were caught and killed by her. She was going to be the winner of the hunt while we were standing empty handed!” said the baron whose face looked red and green with anger.

The duke was still silent while looking at the girl who was walking while pushing the cart with her and raised a brow.

He took out the map that was given to all of them at the start of the hunt and analyzed it with a grim look on his face that soon relaxed and a smirk formed on his lips.

“That would not be needed!” he said, suddenly gaining the attention of all of them.

“She does not have a horse and she is dragging so many animals, so her speed is going to decrease too.

Instead of going towards the exit, she is going deeper into the forest where wild beasts would attract her due to the smell of blood.”