She Belongs To The Devil

"What the hell is happening?" One of the vampires mumbled in horror as he watched his fellow comrade's heart getting ripped out by that odd-smelling human. "He can't be human! And I don't think he is a vampire."

He looked around to see more of the vampires being killed mercilessly. Those killers looked very strong. They were all clad in a thin pieces of grey clothes. Their glowing yellow eyes looked like that of monsters. And some of them had claws protruding out of their fingers as though they really were monsters.

"What in the name of hell are they?" that vampire thought while feeling scared for the first time in his life.

All the other vampires were also in dismay when they saw their fellow vampires rolling down the hill, badly injured or dead. They had a hard time registering that slaughter scene in their minds because they had never witnessed some humans possessing that kind of strength required to kill the vampires.

The vampires who had gone to slaughter the humans in the building nearby were trapped in the middle and were being slayed right and left.

The vampires were trying to put up a fight but the opponents seemed too well prepared. They were dropping dead on the ground before they could raise their hands to defend themselves.

And what shocked the vampires the most was that those enemies were equally fast as them and equally strong.

"How are they killing our best assassins with their bare hands?" Pierson, the second in command of the vampire soldiers, shouted at his commander in utter confusion.

Jonah's burning red eyes met the amber eyes of a man that appeared out of his hiding place and was slowly approaching him. The pungent smell that had been bothering him ever since he reached the border now finally made sense to him.

And he shouted back to Pierson, "Because they are not humans!"

Jonah spread and hardened his fingers as if they were his talons and he roared to warn everyone, "They are werewolves! Everyone, be on your guard! We have been ambushed by the werewolves!"

All the vampires who were still on standby behind their commander were even more confused by that statement of their commander.

"Werewolves? They exist for real?" This was the common question that all of them had in their minds.

Jonah was one of the pure-blooded vampires who had lived long enough to know about the werewolves. Though he had not seen one himself, he had heard tales about those creatures.

He had heard that these creatures could change themselves into big wolves during the full moon night. And he had heard that those wolves feasted on vampire flesh.

The vampires considered themselves the ace predators and the story about the creatures that preyed on them sounded too far-fetched. Even when they were witnessing the mass slaughter, they were not ready to believe that the smelly humans in front of them were werewolves.

"If they are werewolves then where were they hiding until now? And why show themselves now?" Pierson asked his commander in disbelief.

However, Jonah believed that the stories about the werewolves were real. And his belief was proved even further when the man that was coming for him began changing into a werewolf right in front of everyone's eyes.

Jonah widened his eyes and muttered in shock, "I thought they could only change during the full moon nights! How is he changing in the broad daylight? And it's not even full moon..."

"Did that man just… change into a wolf?" Pierson thought to himself as he stared at that big black wolf that was charging toward their commander.

Pierson and the other vampires were finally convinced that what their commander told them was not a joke. It finally dawned upon them that werewolves did exist and they were currently surrounded by them.

Soon, the whole area in front of those vampires was covered with men and women who had already turned into wolves. A few of them were wearing armors and had not changed yet.

But they couldn't care less about the ones who were not changing when there was an army of wolves right before their eyes.

The commander readied himself to tackle that black wolf. He was unsure if he would even be a match to that wolf since he had just witnessed around a hundred of the vampires being killed by those wolves when they were still in their human form.

"They get stronger when they turn into wolves, don't they?" Jonah thought to himself while furrowing his brows.

A wolf with white and grey fur howled loudly. And all the other wolves started to charge toward them at their full speed.

The commander shouted at his underlings when the werewolves were getting closer and closer to them. "Pull their heart out or separate their heads from their bodies." He had heard that those were the only ways to kill those monstrous wolves. He hoped that it was true.

And while hoping that was true, he also charged forward towards that black wolf who had its eyes on him. Following him, all the other vampires also ran toward those werewolves at their full speed.

Nigel was at the frontline of the werewolves. He was telepathically commanding all the pack members, "All of you, choose your target now and go after them. Each one of you should at least kill one vampire."

The black wolf who was far ahead of everyone else had already neared the commander. He pushed his hind legs and jumped to pounce on that commander.

However, before his claws could scratch that commander, Jonah also jumped in the air and threw a kick on that werewolf's stomach. He was being a little cautious while attacking that werewolf because he wanted to check how powerful they were before going all in.

If it was any normal human that got that kick from Jonah, then they would have at least cracked a few bones on their body, if they were not dead already. But that werewolf simply landed on its four feet and snarled at Jonah.

"Impressive," A smirk crept up on Jonah's lips.

He could tell that the legends didn't lie about the werewolves being strong. And though he was nervous just a while ago, the thought of going against someone who was not weak like the humans made his heart race.

He was someone who relished in battles. And he liked the challenge that the werewolves posed.

"The difficult the kill, the enjoyable the hunt," Jonah gave a sinister smile and charged at that wolf again, this time he went for that wolf's head.

He tightened his fist and ran to smash the head of that wolf. "I would love to see your brain!" he screamed like a maniac and threw a punch at that werewolf.

However, before the punch matched with the head, the werewolf swiftly swiped his claw across Jonah's hand. His claws sliced through the hard skin of that vampire and left deep cuts on him.

But that didn't count as any significant damage as the cut started to fill back up within no time. That commander's healing ability was very superior to other vampires.

"Remarkable!" Jonah glanced at his wound and cackled. "I never had this bad wound in my life before. You are a predator, alright!" He praised the enemy in front of him as if he had some kink for getting hurt.

While that commander was still holding his hand and being a weirdo, the wolf jumped at him again, aiming to puncture his chest.

Jonah managed to dodge that jump. With a swift movement, he wrapped his hand around that wolf's chest and crushed that wolf's bones.

The wolf let out a painful howl, sending chills down the other wolves' spines who were about to clash with the vampires. He was the first wolf to get hurt on this battlefield. And his painful warning reached everyone's ears, "Don't let them get their hands around you."

Jonah threw that werewolf to the ground.

Though the super healing ability of that werewolf was already kicking in, that vampire wasn't going to sit around and let him heal.

The commander grabbed that wolf by the fur on his head and lifted his head a little. He then slashed his arm on that wolf's neck with such speed and force that the wolf's head was separated from his body.

Jonah lifted that wolf's head high up in the air to scare the werewolves and at the same time, motivate the vampires.

The lost self-esteem of those vampires returned.

The werewolves were also starting to behave the way that the vampire commander wanted.

The wolf that they lost was an elder who was one of the greatest fighters among the werewolves. He was also a teacher of many of those werewolves. So, they were starting to lose their confidence right when they were about to strike their enemies.

However, Nigel quickly put the words of motivation into everyone's mind, "Everyone, it is not time to lose our sight yet. Our elder went for that commander because he knew that vampire was the strongest among the lot."

Nigel changed his direction and began heading towards that commander. And he said to everyone after a loud growl, "Leave that commander to me. All of you should focus on your target. Make sure to avenge our elder's death. Give them hell!"

THIS CHAPTER UPLOAD FIRST AT NOVELBIN.COM