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

"I know that. But demons have more freedom and power when it comes to growing things. You have grown branches when you have tied the witches attacking you. Do you not?" Bella shook her head. She had not grown them, she had taken them from witches and used it unbridled.

"Earth witches did it." she added as if to assure that it was nothing special but a simple task. Bella sucked in a deep breath and took her place. Her hands sweated on the soil. She closed her eyes and concentrated but nothing happened.

Imagining the heart of the soil and feeling it. The desire to come out of the darkness of soil and live freely. Breath in the fresh air. I would prefer it would be a rose, but you can choose not to take it.

Could she choose not to grow anything? When she tried to stand up, she felt Nadia pressing her down. Perhaps not!

"Demand the earth like you demand air to move." Nadia repeated with more force this time.

Challenging The Creator