I_am_Creator

Vampire and witches had been at war with each other.
While the vampire hunts and kills witches at every occasion. Witches used dark methods to kill Vampires stealthily. Being the last in the food chain, Humans suffered most in their war. 
In the dark era, where dying was easier than walking, silver hair and silver eyes were cursed as the sign of a witch.
Bella Rosmerta, despised and abandoned by her own kind, was taken as a slave of Rafael Casanovia.
But her only goal was to bring him to his knees. Not because she had hatred for vampires or she had devotion to her kind but… to get the love of her family. The place she deserved in their hearts.
But as she charmed the seductive vampire, she realized she had fallen for him as much as he was head over heels for her and… the witches were not as valiant and pure as she had thought. And vampires were not as merciless and cruel as they have been depicted.
But as the tension grew among their kind, families turned into enemies and enemies stood as family. Will the fading boundaries change Bella’ heart and she would let her prejudices go or… will the hatred destroy her life once again?

A Slave For The Vampire Lord

"But what would they get by killing your father? As you said he was protecting them. Would it not be a loss if he died?" Rafael's grip on her hands tightened. His eyes burnt with hatred and rage to the limit that she could feel her skin burning.

His hatred was deep rooted and he did not want to hear reasons!

"They must have thought they would weaken us by killing the lord of the vampires. They thought they would kill me that night too and rule over us. Witches are nothing but a greedy bunch of chanters who are hungry for power with no morals." if she had been a human, her bones would have broken by now. She could feel the pressure he was putting in his grip and winced.

"My lord.. It hurts. Please let me go." because I could not reason with you.' she added in her heart when he jerked her away. She flinched and rubbed the bruises on her skin. When he did not leave the room but stared at her, she frowned. Didn't people leave in anger after lashing out?

Betrayal