Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: "Stand back..."

Despite her scream, the creature did not seem to know the direction she was in and kept sniffing the air like a dog, its nose in the air as it turned in every direction, trying to detect her.

The rogues were once vampires until they lost their sanity and became savage creatures who fed on flesh and blood. Though a few of them could still hear and see, those who had lived as rogues for too long began to lose their other senses and came to rely solely on their sense of smell, one that was no longer as sharp as it had been when they were vampires, yet still enough to find prey.

But the newly turned rogue still carried the sharpest senses, however, the one in front of Belle seemed to be an old one as he couldn’t detect her direction.

The irony, Belle thought to herself, Cordelia’s compelling had not worked on her, but she had somehow walked herself right into the trap. She almost let out a bitter laugh at her misfortune, but she dared not make a sudden movement that would alert the rogue to her when it couldn’t see her.

Belle began to walk backwards, but just when she began to put distance between her and the rogue, she bumped right into another one behind her.

Fear and disgust at coming in contact with such terrifying thing made her react before she could think—she turned around and hit the creature with her crossbow.

She shouldn’t have hit it, because that only made it let out a loud cry that seemed to alert the rest of its kind. Belle heard the rushing sounds of hurried footsteps and strange noises coming from within the mist, and without any hesitation, she turned on her heels and began to run away.

Before she could get far, one of the creatures jumped out of nowhere and pounced on her. But her survival instinct had long kicked in. Her hatred for the rogues seemed to strip away half of her fear, and she swung her bow again, this time hitting it hard on the head.

From the distance, Belle could see more of them running in her direction, some even swinging from one tree to another like monkeys. Her eyes widened in terror, but she knew she couldn’t let her fear make her lose grip of herself and the weapon she was using to hit anyone who came at her.

Their skulls seemed so fragile that one strong hit was enough to break it and make them fall back, writhing on the ground, flinging their hands and legs like slaughtered chickens.

But one person against so many creatures could not keep up trying to wield them off. They soon amounted to a number where she couldn’t hit anymore.

Just when she was swinging her bow at one, another came at her from above the tree. It jumped right on top of her. It knocked her to the ground, and she whimpered in fear and disgust.

Right in front of her was its terrifying, rotten face, sunken and twisted, with large, darkened fangs. Its foul stench invaded her breathing, making her gag, and its warm spit fell onto her jaw. She felt the urge to throw up but she hadn’t even eaten anything since yesterday to throw out of her stomach.

Belle struggled, using her bow to push at its gaping mouth before it could bite into her flesh.

"Get away from me!!" she screamed as she pushed with all her strength, but the persistent creature still frantically pinned her down, growling and thrashing as it tried to reach her, its jaws snapping hungrily.

If the creature had a rational mind like a human, it would have long bitten her, but its frantic and desperate movements made it clumsy, unable to focus enough to land a proper bite. It kept missing the openings, and she used that moment of chaotic struggle to her advantage, fighting it off with every ounce of strength she had.

She was shaking both internally and physically, pushing at it until her hands weakened, and the creature’s mouth came so close to biting her that she could feel the heat of its breath on her skin. But just when she thought it would sink its rotted fangs into her, a loud gunshot rang out, splitting through the air like a crack of thunder.

The next thing she knew, the creature’s head above her exploded, its black blood splattering over her face, her clothes, everywhere. She froze in horror, her breath caught, and then hurriedly shoved the lifeless weight off her chest, her hands trembling as she scrambled into a sitting position.

Panic and confusion twisted inside her as her wide eyes darted around, trying to find the source of the shot.

She expected more to rush at her, to finish what the dead one had started, but instead, she saw them turning away, fleeing in the direction from which the gunfire had come. Her chest heaved, and when she turned to look toward the direction, every movement in her body stopped.

And then she saw him.

Rohan.

The name surged through her mind and heart like a lifeline tossed into a storm. Relief crashed over her, warm and overwhelming. Her eyes stung, not from the blood, but from the sudden, bone-deep ache of safety she felt.

That familiar feeling she had come to know so well, one that always washed over her when he found her. Every time the world turned dark and dangerous, he was there.

He was here again.

Rohan fought the rogues with such movement and speed that it was hard for her to follow. His body moved like shadow and wind, violent and graceful all at once. Whenever any of the rogues made an attempt to come near her, he grabbed them, and with his bare hands, tore them apart as if they were nothing more than paper.

However, Belle’s relief was short-lived when she noticed something terribly wrong about her husband.

Yes, he was here, but every single part of his body was covered in blood, like he had been dipped into a lake of blood and pulled out. Even his hair stuck to his forehead and head, just like his clothes clung to his body.

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