Auctioned To The Cruel King Novelas e Histórias

No match for all that coldness and power that held nothing but terror pinned on him. “Hang him outside the eastern gate. Alive. Let vultures feed on him and let everyone here remember the cost of betrayal.” The words fell lightly from the king, like he hadn’t just sentenced someone to death. Evren’s empty stomach lurched as the collector shoved him forward while the guards dragged the nobleman out of the throne, his blood staining the Marble floor. “Your Majesty!” The collector muttered, falling on one knee, his head bowed. “StoneRidge’s tribute to the Crown,” the collector announced.

“You are being unreasonable.” “Unreasonable? I am the King, and I can do what I want. I gave you an order, boy!!” the King boomed as Tyr flinched at the insult. Soldiers moved towards him from the side of the arena. “It’s ok. I’m fine.” I told him, not wanting him to be arrested for disobeying his father. He turned to face me, “No you are not. You're injured. He is trying to kill you.” “Move or we will execute them all as frauds.” The King announced as more guards moved to stand behind my sisters, placing blades at their throats.

Who has that kind of cash to spend on an ‘insignificant human? ‘’Setting the bar high now, aren’t we?’’ Austen joked. “A million going once, going twice….’’ No one made another bid. ‘’Sold.’’ The hammer fell and that sealed my fate. ‘’Kira has been sold to our ruler, Prince Dante of the North American coven.’’ As fate would have it, Prince Dante became my new master. I’m fucked.

"Just keep quiet. This will be their challenge, if they can save themselves and bring the Princess to Everton, it will prove that Azrael is a strong nation, but if they are unable to save the princess, I won't spare Azrael." "But my king, the bandits who kidnapped the princess are one of the most dangerous. they sell women for slavery." "That's Even better. Ask the spy to keep an eye on them, if they're going to sell the princess, then he should buy her. "My king, no one knows what the princess looks like."

He has and I know I will suffer greatly for this. I could have walked off and pretended this never happened, but I'm here instead, ensuring a near-death experience for myself in the future. I open the door, without an invitation and the Lycan king drops the captive in his hands. Adelaide's features revert at a visible pace and she's gasping and sobbing at the same time. "She's still foolish Lyros. There's no use killing her when you mean to use her, there are only so many that will catch your attention the way she has, and if you kill her now......"

When the euphonious voice commanded it seemed that even a death sentence awarded would seem like a melody. The slave raised his head and with crazed rageful irises dipped in dark scarlet colour dared to glare at the deep violets of the female. "What is your name?" There was no response to her question and the courtiers felt angered to death. The queen was only nineteen and such a young female had not yet learned to harden her heart but if it was the mad king who was at her place he might have already tortured this impudent person. If that monster could throw such a kind female out on their wedding night in the snow leading her to almost die then if he gave the rebel a death, it would be the

"No prince, I rented it to a man, we have to return it tomorrow." "What?. What do you have to return? Why didn't you buy it?" "Because they weren't for sale! If you want me to save you from this, I'll have to go to the outskirts of the city to get you some wedding rings and without your father suspecting." "That's absurd!... I'll talk to the princess and then I'll look for the ring in my room. Does she know about all this?" "I haven't had the opportunity to tell her, she was with her father, King Roberts who looks like a serial killer."

He stood at the front, towering over the others at least six and a half feet tall, his broad frame scarred from battles, dark hair cropped short, eyes like cold steel piercing right through me. His presence sucked air out of the space, every Alpha shrinking back. The cruel Alpha King, ruler of the largest pack in the lands, known for breaking his toys without mercy. At least, I know that much. “Sold to King Lucian,” the auctioneer declared, his voice shaking slightly. Lucian strode onto the stage, his boots echoing. He circled me slowly, like a predator sizing up prey. His hand shot out, gripping my jaw hard, forcing my mouth open. Fingers probed inside, checking my teeth, my tongue, as if I

The King was standing a few feet away with his back to me. He was holding something. Something small and squirming. My baby. He had her by the ankle, dangling her upside down over the poisoned water. Her cries echoed through the chamber, shrill and terrified and in pain. “No,” I croaked. I tried to push myself up, but my arms gave out. “No, please—” The King turned to look at me. His face was calm. Almost serene. “You made a fool of me,” he said quietly. “You pretended to submit. You kissed my boot. You made me believe you were finally coming around to your purpose.”

Cataleia immediately hides behind the Auctioneer, her body shaking. “W-Why are they here?” The Auctioneer’s eyes focused on the King. He then puts on a bull’s mask, to hide his face. When he does so, the Prince turns to look at him. The Prince then smiles, as if taunting him. “What if they take me away?!” “They won’t be able to.” The Auctioneer said. “Just focus on the competition.” “What if they buy me instead?!” Cataleia clutched onto the back of his coat.