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Chapter 170: The price of peace
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2025-08-07 15:13:28
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The forest had changed.What was once a place of strength and sacred power now lay silent and forgotten, as if the earth itself had chosen to mourn. The trees no longer whispered. The moon no longer glowed with warmth. The air tasted of ash and old memories.Nothing grew here anymore.And still, Dante returned.Every year, on the same night, to the same spot—an ancient cliff just beyond the Bloodmoon territory, where the stars once looked brighter, where she once smiled beside him and talked about a life that would never come.Now he stood alone, tall and quiet, cloaked in black.The wind swept through his hair, tousling it like a lover’s final touch. His eyes, once the sharp golden hue of a protector, now burned with something darker—something unrecognizable.No one dared speak to him.Not anymore.The Dante who had once led with both strength and mercy had been buried the same day Emilia was. And what rose in his place… was not a man who could be reasoned with.He hadn’t taken back
Sold to the Devil Chapter 177: The Beginning of the end
The wind howled through the broken windows of the long-forgotten mansion, carrying with it the scent of decay, dust, and something older—something darker.The structure groaned beneath the weight of time, its walls cracked, its ceilings sagging with age. It was the kind of place people whispered about in passing, but never dared approach. Yet tonight, it was full. Not with laughter, not with warmth, but with hushed voices, sharpened eyes, and deadly purpose.A circle had formed inside the ruined ballroom. The chandeliers above them swayed gently, their crystals dulled by grime and the years. Shadows danced across the floor, thrown by flickering torches pinned to rusted iron sconces. They were a ragtag collection—witches with cracked fingernails and burning eyes, rogue wolves with jagged scars across their necks and backs, and others whose allegiances were harder to place.They had one thing in common: they had been waiting.One of the women, cloaked in deep crimson, stepped forward.“
Sold to the Devil Chapter 176: The Moment I lost you
The battle had quieted—but not stilled.Wolves circled the bloodied courtyard, wary and wounded. Naia crouched over Mara’s unconscious form, whispering healing chants. Luka paced like a caged animal, his torn clothes soaked in blood, his amber eyes flicking to the heart of the destruction.To her.Emilia stood in the center, unrecognizable.Her once clean dress was soaked scarlet, hanging off her like shredded silk. Her eyes weren’t hers—gold, glowing, distant, maddened. Her breathing came in soft hisses, feral and wild. Magic shimmered around her skin like a mirage, crackling and unstable.Thalia stepped forward.Quietly. Gently.Hands raised in surrender.Her voice was calm, laced with the delicate edge of fear and love.“Emilia… sweetheart, please. I know you’re still in there.”No answer.Just the wind, rustling the broken leaves across the blood-soaked ground.“I know it hurts,” Thalia whispered, inching closer. “I know what it’s like to be consumed by power. But this—this isn’t
Sold to the Devil Chapter 175: The Weight of mercy
The courtyard reeked of blood and scorched magic.Dante stumbled backward as Mara's wolf form leapt between him and the blaze of Emilia’s next spell. The impact knocked him off his feet, the heat licking his face as he landed hard against the stone floor.Mara skidded beside him, shifting back to human form, skin seared along her ribs. “She tried to kill you,” she rasped, coughing through the pain. “That was meant for you, Dante.”He could barely process her words. The only thing he saw was Emilia—her silhouette standing tall in the middle of the destruction, her eyes gleaming like twin suns of wrath.A woman on fire.And all of it—every breath of fury—was directed at him."She..." Dante shook his head, trying to deny what he'd felt. The way her magic had zeroed in on his heartbeat. There’d been no hesitation. No restraint.He clutched at his chest, the ache of their bond twisting like a knife inside him.“Dante!” Luka’s voice roared from across the battlefield. “Get out of here! We’l
Sold to the Devil Chapter 174: The Weight of silence
The heavy doors groaned open again.This time, all four of them were there—Luka, Naia, Thalia, and Mara—standing in the center of the hall like sentinels who had been waiting far too long. The moment Dante stepped in, every pair of eyes locked onto him.He looked like a shell of himself.His coat was half-buttoned, his hair slightly damp from the mist outside. His boots tracked mud across the marble floor, and he didn’t seem to care. His shoulders were slumped, face drawn, eyes darkened with something that could only be described as torment.“Dante?” Luka stepped forward. “Where the hell have you been?”Mara narrowed her eyes. “Do you know what time it is? You were supposed to report back hours ago.”“We tried mind-linking you,” Luka added, his voice edging into frustration. “I reached out at least ten times—nothing. Not even static.”Thalia frowned, her nose twitching as she caught the scent of ash and something older—ancient, almost burnt magic. “You smell… strange.”“Different,” Na
Sold to the Devil Chapter 173: What's left of love
The study was quiet again.The fire crackled in the hearth, casting golden light on the hardwood floors. Emilia stood by the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of her dark blouse. Dante buttoned his shirt behind her, watching her reflection. Her expression was unreadable, but her shoulders relaxed slightly in his presence.He stepped up behind her, his arms sliding around her waist.“I have a surprise for you,” he murmured against her ear.Emilia raised an eyebrow, glancing at his reflection. “A surprise?”He nodded, lips curving faintly. “Something... or someone.”Before she could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the hall.Emilia straightened immediately, her instincts flaring. She turned sharply toward the door just as it creaked open — and froze.Mochi stood in the doorway.Alive. Whole.Her long sliver hair was slightly tangled, her eyes tired but steady. She stepped into the room, and for a long, breathless second, no one spoke.“Mochi...?” Emilia’s voice came o
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