All Chapters of Forced Marriage with The Devil: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

The canyon echoed with the relentless roar of battle, steel clashing against sinew, and the guttural cries of the twisted creatures. Hazel’s muscles burned from exertion, her dagger slick with the ichor of the monsters they had already felled, yet she refused to relent. Every movement, every strike, felt like a dance choreographed between her and Damon—a deadly rhythm forged in trust and desperation.Above them, Garrick hovered like a shadow of death incarnate. His hands radiated a sickly green light, tendrils of dark magic snaking toward the canyon floor, lashing at anyone who dared stand against him. His eyes gleamed with cruel delight as he watched Hazel and Damon, the perfect predators in his prey-filled maze.“You’ve grown bold, little princess,” Garrick’s voice echoed, layered with malevolence. “Do you really think your tricks will save you?”Hazel tightened her grip on the pendant, feeling its warmth surge through her veins. “Bold enough to stop you,” she shot back, her voice s

The first rays of dawn crept over the canyon, bathing the scorched earth in a pale, golden light. Hazel stood atop a jagged rock, surveying the aftermath of the battle. Twisted forms of defeated creatures lay strewn across the canyon floor, their eerie, greenish glow fading into nothingness. The air was heavy with the scent of burnt magic, scorched earth, and iron—a stark reminder of the chaos that had only hours before threatened to consume them all.Damon’s hand rested lightly on her shoulder, grounding her amidst the disarray. His armor bore scratches and dents from the battle, his usually immaculate appearance marred by the dust and blood of war. But his presence remained commanding, unwavering, a steady anchor in the storm’s wake.“We survived,” Hazel murmured, more to herself than to him. Her chest heaved, both from exertion and relief. “I can’t believe we actually survived.”Damon’s dark eyes softened as he surveyed her face. “You underestimated yourself,” he said, his voice lo

The moon hung high over the castle, its silver light cutting through the shadows that clung to every corner of the fortress. Hazel walked the quiet halls alone, her boots muffled against the stone floors. Though the battle had ended, a lingering unease clung to her. Victory, she knew, was never absolute. Darkness had a way of hiding, waiting for the moment to strike again.As she approached the library, a familiar chill ran down her spine. It wasn’t the cold stone that unnerved her, nor the empty corridors. It was something else—something intangible, like a memory brushing against the edges of her mind. Hazel paused, listening. The faint rustle of pages caught her attention, though no one else should have been there at this hour.“Hello?” Her voice was steady, though a hint of caution threaded through it. “Is someone there?”From the shadows, a figure emerged, cloaked and hooded. Hazel’s heart skipped, hand instinctively moving to the dagger at her belt. But before she could react fur