The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 328: Rage

Abigail’s scream echoed in Abrielle’s ears as watched the little girl she saw as her sister all these days. Abigail has grown on her, she knows the girl’s story. freeweɓnøvel.com

Abigail grew up with her whore mother that works at brothels. The little girl basically raised herself until her mother sold her out. Blood spewed out of Abigail’s mouth, and her eyes closed. "Abigail!!!!!" The princess screamed.

Penny scoffed, seeing she missed her target, and pulled her hand out of the younger girl’s stomach, tossing her body on the floor.

Abigail groaned, barely alive; her eyes were heavy. She stared at Abrielle, even the little girl knew it was time she met her maker. "Goodbye," she muttered, then closed her eyes.

Abrielle’s breath slowed, everything going silent around her. Her Blue eyes were on Penny. "Oops, was she your friend? Well too bad I am not sorry." She chuckled.

"You monster," Abrielle screamed, charging at Penny. Penny, who had a better combat skill, evaded the princess and then kicked her in the stomach. The force pushed her away hitting her back against a tree trunk.

She coughed out blood, her eyes getting heavy. "I will kill you," Abrielle screamed, grief filling her. Why did they keep on doing this to her? Taking everything she ever cared for. Her eyes were red, fury taking over

The flames that circled them grew hotter and the guards who had no magic protection were pushed further away. Abrielle screamed and channelled all her flames at Penny. Blinded by fury and having less experience than Penny in combat, the witch avoided her attack.

Penny smirked seeing how the princess’s flames turned everything it touched into ash. If she could get Abrielle’s heart, it would increase her strength by multiples.

"Now it is my turn." The witch chimed the conjured a wind attack sharper than blades towards Abrielle. The princess was lucky to avoid the wind; just a single swipe and multiple trees were cut in half.

Some branches even fell on Cecilia’s barrier, and she struggled to keep together to protect the defenceless girls. Camilla, being skilled, avoided all the falling branches.

They had taken care of the smaller witches. Surprisingly, Camilla had expected them to be stronger. Well, that’s that.

The problem left was Penny; both parties fought all out, not daring to hold back, knowing the other side was also powerful. Camilla tried to give support, but her arrows didn’t even get close to Penny when they got destroyed.

Penny glanced at Camilla with a brow arched, "Stay out of this pesky fly." She waved her hand sending Camilla flying miles. The split second she looked away. Abrielle attacked her flames, hitting Penny’s arm. It severely burned.

The pain struck and Penny screamed out in pain. She stopped holding back and fought on. The battle was equally matched at first, but slowly, Penny’s experience started to give her an advantage.

That dark, eerie forest was now lit up, and the flames burned everything in its paths. Even the guests that attended the Culling, the survivors were trapped at the manor, unable to cross the flames.

Penny’s wind had destroyed almost everything, Cecilia might not be good in combat but her barriers were remarkable to be able to keep up with the chaos

Penny and Abrielle were running out of breath, sweat dripping off them, ash was smuddered on their face and their clothes blackened by the soot from the flames.

Abrielle staggered, "I will kill you. Even if it is the last thing I do. Even if I die with you, since I am cursed not to live, I will take you with me." The princess rambled on, eyes red. Rage was all that was keeping her going.

Her eyes fell on dead Abigail, whose corpse had been destroyed by their battle. There was truly no way to revive her when her body had been crushed by a trunk. "You are all monsters." The princess screamed, her red flames turned blue, the hottest she could go.

Penny, who was barely holding it together, her hand limped from Abrielle’s burns. She was barely fighting with her left hand.

Penny knew that the blue flame that was forming a Phoenix shape was trouble. "Go," Abrielle commanded the flaming blue phoenix.

What made this spell deadly was not the fact the flames were extremely hot but the fact it behaved like a living entity. Once a target is given it won’t stop until it has the target.

Penny tried to avoid it but the flames kept on chasing her. Abrielle used the opportunity to move to Abigail’s body. Her hand reached out for the girl’s eyes, which were still open. She closed it, "Rest in peace, pray you find peace in your next life." she wished the girl; her heart was still aching.

Abrielle’s eyes went to Penny, who was being chased by the flames. She was impressed Penny could still move so fast.

Penny tripped over a fallen trunk and then fell on her face. The flames circled around her about to engulf her

All of a sudden, the flame disappears, including all of Abrielle’s perimeter flames keeping the soldiers at bay. An eerie voice boomed with command, the strength of her aura destroyed Cecilia’s barrier and forced all the slaves on the floor.

The person was too strong. How was it possible a witch this strong existed? According to the world build, Callista was meant to be the strongest magic user after she trained with Cedric and Lucian during their missions together.

The pressure was so much that Abrielle could not breathe. Was this truly her end? A figure appeared between Abrielle and Penny, it was Jocelyn. Why was she this strong?

"You are really powerful, your hearts will be of good use. Poor Penny, you almost killed my naive niece." Jocelyn clicked her tongue and then turned towards Abrielle.

"I guess I will kill you first princess. I heard you led the revolt." Jocelyn said, lifting her hands. Abrielle’s body rose, she grabbed her neck that was being strangled by shadows, her eyes rolling back as every breath was being forced from her lungs

"Any last words," Jocelyn scoffed; Abrielle could barely hear her, everything going dark.

A dark force Jocelyn wasn’t expecting struck her from behind, making her lose her grip on Abrielle; she was confused about what was happening.

"I should be the one asking you that." A deep baritone said; Abrielle, who was half unconscious, didn’t smash the ground as she expected; instead, she was caught by a pair of arms while in the air. Her heart skipped a beat; she could barely move to look at him, her eyes going wide, shocked to see Cedric but mind-blown to see a pair of pitch-black majestic wings on his back.

"Cedric..." She gasped.