All Chapters of Sold to the Devil : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The air in the witches’ enclave was thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient secrets. Deep beneath the twisted forest canopy, past the wards that shimmered like veils of moonlight, the oldest coven had gathered in the crypts—a hollow carved into the bones of the earth, where time itself bowed to the will of the witches.A breathless hush fell as Lenora stepped into the sacred chamber. Her raven-black cloak swept behind her, its hem soaked from the dew-kissed grass above. The stone altar ahead, worn smooth by centuries of ritual, was surrounded by runes glowing faintly in crimson. Candles flickered to life on their own as she approached, their flames casting eerie shadows that danced like spirits.At the altar’s base, an acolyte unrolled the cracked parchment of an unearthed scroll. The ink, faded with age, glimmered briefly as if awakened by the presence of magic. The air buzzed with silent expectation as the High Priestess read aloud.“The Blood Bride shall rise. Her heart shal

The knock came again—firm, deliberate.Emilia’s breath hitched as she stood from the narrow cot, clutching the edge of the stone wall for balance. Mochi, nestled on the windowsill, froze as the sound echoed again. She gave Emilia one last look—sharp, almost warning—then vanished with a flick of her tail and a shimmer of gold light, disappearing between the cracks in the warded stone.The door creaked open.And Emilia’s heart stuttered.“Alissa?”Her younger sister stepped inside slowly, the flickering torchlight behind her casting long shadows that danced across her pale face. She looked different—her hair darker, her skin colder. A faint shimmer of spellwork clung to her sleeves.Emilia’s chest tightened. “What are you doing here? Did Lenora take you, too?”She stepped forward, instinctively reaching for her sister’s hands. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”Alissa recoiled just slightly.That was the first sign something was wrong.Emilia frowned. “Alissa?”“I’m fine,” Alissa sa

The healer’s chamber was quiet, the soft aroma of herbs and crushed petals mingling with the scent of burning lavender. Luka sat on the edge of the wooden bench beside the makeshift cot, his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes locked on the fragile figure lying motionless before him.She hadn’t stirred since he brought her back.The conduit girl.She was barely more than skin and bone, her arms laced with old, faded scars and fresh bruises—signs of long captivity and suffering. Her silver-blonde hair fanned around her pale face like a halo, the strands clinging to her cheeks with sweat.But it was her presence that disturbed him the most.Even unconscious, there was something... powerful about her. It pulsed from her skin like a heartbeat he couldn’t hear, brushing against his senses in waves“You’re not like the others,” Luka whispered. “You’re not just a conduit. You feel things… You see more than most.”She didn’t answer, of course.Still, Luka leaned forward, brushing her damp h

The night was cold, the sky an ominous wash of steel-grey clouds. Marcello stumbled through the forest, every snap of a twig beneath his boots sending tremors of panic through his bones. His cloak had torn on a low-hanging branch, and his hands were raw from clawing past brambles.He didn’t stop.He couldn’t.They knew.Dante had made it perfectly clear—there would be no forgiveness this time. And Victor wouldn’t protect him. Not now.Only one place left.The witches.He reached the hollow long past midnight. The air here was colder, thicker, charged with magic that prickled across his skin. The entrance to the coven was hidden by enchanted vines and runes carved into ancient stone. Marcello pressed his bleeding palm to the sigil-etched rock.A shimmer of green light spiraled around the clearing.The vines parted.He stepped inside.The atmosphere changed instantly. A scent of ash, dried herbs, and something ancient filled his nose. The trees bent away from the trail, and the sky disa

The sun had barely risen over the cliffs when Luka approached Dante at the training grounds, where the Alpha was silently observing a group of younger warriors sparring. The morning fog clung to the grass, and the chill in the air matched the cold glint in Dante’s eyes.Luka cleared his throat as he stepped beside him. “You let him go.”Dante didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed ahead as one of the younger wolves took a hit and fell hard onto the dirt.“I didn’t let him go,” Dante said finally, voice low but steady. “I let him run.”Luka turned to him, brow furrowed. “You could’ve ended it yourself. Right there at the meeting.”“I could’ve,” Dante agreed with a slow nod. “But then I’d have his blood on my hands. And Marcello... his kind don’t deserve the mercy of a clean death.”Luka narrowed his eyes. “So you let the witches take him?”Dante smirked, just slightly. “They were always watching. Waiting. I simply made sure they had the opportunity.”Luka studied him. “Tha