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

"You are the granddaughter of the high priestess of a coven?" Gael's eyes widened with shock and Bella bit her lips. If she told him that she would explain it to him later, the witcher would only be assured that she was a traitor.

But if she did not, he was going to inform Rafael. How she wanted it was Dami who had followed her but at the same time she did not.

"Yes, she is our blood, one of us but not anymore. She had let a vampire have her blood. We have fought so hard but never given up.. The vampire but have your power now." Crolton was convulsing with rage and everyone nodded. They all wanted her dead.

"Kill her and burn her. She did not deserve to be buried on our lands or her dead body would make it filthy." That was the lady command they needed. Without being told twice, they all started whispering spells at once.

Bella could feel the pressure on her nerves, as if the blood flowing in them wanted to come out. They would burst at once.

Power Of Darkness