Novels by Cynthia Linux

Lord Khyronis Pov“Get those chains off him,” the first maid ordered firmly.The two maids behind her immediately obeyed. They hurried forward, their hands quick and careful as they unlocked the iron cuffs binding my ankles. The cold bite of metal loosened at last, and when the chains clattered to the floor, I dragged my legs back toward myself, stretching them with slow satisfaction.A breath escaped me, heavy and sharp. Finally, No longer tethered like some beaten dog, no longer bound like a criminal on display. My body was still caged in walls, but at least my limbs were mine again.“Sir,” the first maid began, her voice polite though uncertain, “what’s your name?”My head turned toward her, my gaze sharp enough to pierce stone. She dared ask me that? A mortal asking to know my name, the name that once shook worlds and silenced armies?“You dare,” I said, my voice low and thunderous, “to ask the name of one who once ruled realms beyond your petty comprehensi

Lord Khyronis Pov“Two hundred million!”The number exploded again through the hall, echoing against the golden walls and shaking every heart in the room. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to freeze. Faces turned, eyes widened, and a murmur spread like wildfire through the crowd. “Two hundred million. It wasn’t just a bid, it was madness, history in the making.” I heard someone said The auctioneer’s hand trembled as he clutched the gavel. His forehead gleamed with sweat, his mouth dry as if the figure itself had stolen the air from his lungs. He stuttered at first, his lips moving before the sound came out.“Two hundred million… g-going once!”The hall went deathly silent. The sea of rich men and women, draped in silk and jewels, leaned forward in their seats. Their eyes glimmered with hunger, envy, disbelief… each one wishing it had been them bold enough to call out that price. No one breathed. No one dared interrupt. Hahaha, it looks like they can't beat

Lord Khyronis PovThe numbers climbed higher and higher, but at first, I didn’t understand. I thought it was some twisted game, another way to mock me. But then the truth hit me like a blade driven straight through my chest.They weren’t gambling.They weren’t testing me.They were selling me.An auction.My jaw tightened behind the tape, my eyes widening as the voices roared around me. These mortals… these weaklings, were shouting prices as if I were nothing more than a rare jewel, a piece of art, an animal to be caged and owned.Rage burned in me, hotter than fire. My chest rose and fell with violent breaths, my fists curling so tight the veins throbbed against my skin. My glare cut through the crowd, but they didn’t see a god. They saw a prize.Inside, I was screaming. I wanted to tear through the bars, rip the cloth from their faces, and show them what true power felt like. But I couldn’t. Not yet. For my powers were stripped off.So I sat there, trapped,

Lord Khyronis PovIt’s pathetic. Me…a legendary God, thrown down to this filthy earth.Mortals… weaklings I could crush in a heartbeat. Yet here I am, trapped in a human body, my divine power sealed.“Hey, what did you say you were?”The fool dares ask again, for the fifth time, after striking me with his dirty hands.If only I had my true power, he would already be ash.Just then, the mortal walked to the sealed door and opened it.Two women strutted in, followed by two men. Their eyes raked over me like predators circling prey.“Is this the catch?” one of the women asked, her lips curling into a strange smile.“Yes, he is…” the filthy bastard who struck me earlier replied.“He’s beautiful,” she whispered, her gaze lingering far too long. “Where did you find such a rare prize?”“I’ll say luck smiled on us last night,” he drawled, voice oily. “After losing two beauties, we were blessed with this… strange man. His looks... out of this world. Never seen hair, ski