Sold To The Night Lord Novels & Stories

Its eyes burned with an intensity that pierced through the inking sky. But just as swiftly as the transformation occurred, Lucas shifted back into his human form, his eyes weary and filled with a haunting knowledge. "The darkness has much to offer, Aria," he murmured, his voice tinged with both caution and longing. "You have yet to tap into the immense power that resides within you. The Crystal, once it has consumed all the light it can corrupt, will release its hold. Your destiny awaits, and all you have to do is surrender to its embrace."

“Ten million dollars for the untouched fertile human.” I shivered. My nipples were painfully hard from the cold air and fear. I could feel dozens of eyes devouring my petite body my full breasts, tiny waist, and smooth, shaved pussy on full display for these creatures of the night. The auctioneer’s smooth voice rang out. “Sold! To the Blackthorn Syndicate for twelve million dollars.” Hands immediately grabbed me. Strong, ice-cold hands. I was pulled off the stage and dragged through a hallway. The blindfold was ripped off.

I ask, turning to Mirelle. "He took the early supply sleigh back to the lower valley," Mirelle explains. "He said he had business with the textile elders in Ironvale City regarding the Gambiered Gauze trade." I take the carved box from Liora, my fingers tracing the smooth, polished wood. Inside sits a small silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon, wrapping around an onyx wolf claw. It's the ancient crest of the Nightbane vanguard. "Where did this come from, Liora?" I ask, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“I sold her to the night travelers” Mrs Thompson said stuttering as fear filled her eye. “You did what? What kind of monster are you to sell a ten year old child to the night travelers” Oliver said I with disgust in his eyes. “Who are the night walkers?” Minx asked Gabriel in a whispering voice. “They’re like slave traders, but this time they buy people for the witches to use as human sacrifice for forbidden spells” Gabriel said and Minx’s eyes widened in surprise.

She’s telling me about her doctor visit—everything’s looking good, maybe even remission soon. I’m smiling, but inside I’m cracking. Because every day I spend with him, the lie gets bigger. And every night I sell to him feels less like selling……and more like giving away pieces of my heart I won’t ever get back. To be continued…

Barks, growls, whimpers and cries sounded all about as the battle raged. The Night Storm used to be a wealthy pack, though not as much as the Forest Moon. But they were prosperous and nearly as old. Their assets had shrunk in the last two weeks courtesy of yours truly. Using our secret proxies, we'd bought off the majority of their business. It seemed tonight was the end of their lifespan too. Or I should say that a new era was being forced upon them. Soon, in the midst of the frenzy, the door to the pack's main house flew open. That was Lazarus' own abode. A corpse without its head fell out.

Edwin's head snapped toward her with his lips a thin line of concern, his brown eyes worried and unbelieving at the same time. Sensing Edwin's attention to herself, Alexa continued, "according to the Legends books and what I remember, the Night Soldiers are creatures conjured by a human-made spell, that brought together the best parts of vampires and werewolves, and are extremely difficult to kill. They are quick as vampires and agile as werewolves, but that is not the worst. The claws carry a poison that paralyzes and the fangs the same venom that transforms a human into a vampire, being extremely lethal to werewolves. The only way to kill this creature is with the bite of a natural werewol

Solider Martin thought for couple of second and kept juggling his gaze in between Jasmine and Draco and atlas agreed to his suggestion meanwhile Jasmine repeatedly cursed him in her heart. Once everything was settled King Martin, his three soldiers, Jasmine and Darco all left for ‘Green garden’ on their horse along with oil lamp in their hand, Jasmine didn’t knew what she was dealing with because of which she carried everything that she purchased earlier from market which are cinnabar, black cock blood and teak wooden talisman to draw spell pattern, if it is required and aged night grass juice. 45 minutes later, under the darkness of night sky filled with twinkling stars and full moon, Jasmi

Also, she reeked of blood! Lord Leteas smiled and replied, "Well, she misbehaved and thus was sentenced to confinement to correct her manners. But, I assure you that she has broken nothing on her body. It's our creed to make sure anything we sell still retains its highest quality." It was a happy day for Lord Leteas when he heard about a mysterious wealthy man looking for golden-eyed elves. The greedy lord reached out to him and agreed to sell her but for a million Numand. Surprisingly, the masked man agreed instantly and thus it explained why Amethyst was dragged out of the dungeon.

But he knew one thing for sure… today was not just judgement day, it was also doomsday for him. He didn’t know when he had dropped to his knees… but now, he was kneeling before the Night Lord, who is also known as the Demon emperor of the Night Empire. Chris was no longer in his civilian clothes; he too had changed into his alter ego although no one saw how they changed. Chris snapped his fingers and sat back. He didn’t need to say anything else. Two men, wearing similar outfit to the man next to the Night Lord entered, the only difference was the man carrying a tray of different vials and syringes arranged neatly, labelled and ready for use, didn’t have as many insignias attached to his uni