Sold To The Night Lord Novels & Stories

"By the time he figures it out, it’ll be too late." "Six million!" someone else called, desperation in their voice. I raised my glass of champagne lazily. "Seven." The vampire lord who had started the bid cursed under his breath, shaking his head as he sat back in defeat. "Sold!" The gavel struck again, and the auction continued. Weapon after weapon, I outbid every contender, reclaiming everything that belonged to me. A set of enchanted throwing knives designed to disrupt lycanthropic transformations. A short sword capable of absorbing the life force of anyone it struck. A rune-inscribed gauntlet that created impenetrable energy shields.

But deep in the night at the underworld he was the most feared member of the order with the highest rank. He sold the best weaponry and armor... "You sure are rude for someone who's late to the exchange..." A middle aged woman who'd been staring at the young billionaire spoke... "You're not my mother, Cecil." He snapped back at her and this made her face flushed with anger and embarrassment... "You-" she pointed her finger at him outta anger but he simply smiled at her... "Let's get down to business shall we?" Lord Damian cut her off and snapped his fingers.. The guards who were standing moved closer to the crates and pulled open their covers to reveal the Merchandise..

If you can help us get new place in addition, then it would help. The issue is that, we sell and you you stuff the place. After all we suppose to sell enough to raise funds for Far North. I want to sell about one hundred and fifty or two hundred bars. My Lord talk to Beauty your wife, that you want her to sell your gold to the ocean Lord and hear what she has to say. Ok thank you. I am tired I have to go and rest good night, good night my Lord.

His eyes—an impossible shade of silver—met Luna’s, locking her in place. "Ten million," he said calmly, without blinking. Gasps echoed. The auctioneer stuttered before slamming the gavel. "Sold! To Lord Kael of Blackmoor." The name struck something in Luna’s mind. Blackmoor. The cursed territory. The one ruled by an Alpha who never took a mate. A man as feared as he was powerful. Kael moved toward her slowly. His hand reached out, and Luna flinched, expecting pain. But his touch was unexpectedly gentle as he removed her gag and untied her wrists. She stared up at him, confused.

“Join us on the ship Friday” Begrudgingly I say. “I will consider it”. “Well, then we’re making progress”. Raphael downs his drink and stand. “Now, if you guys will excuse me, I need to dance with my wife”. I watch him stride from the room, before setting my own glass on the mantel. “I should be off as well”. “He’s not as unaffected as he acts”. Stephan says. “Did you know that I sold him ?” I hadn’t known, but before I can respond Stephan continues. “For a pouch of coins so I could purchase my commission. He never said a word. After we reached the wharves. He just remained stoic and silent. It always haunted me”.

She’s the strong silent type, but the respect and awe in her eyes when she looks at Zhu Wushang are as strong as her sister. “We are called the Night Demon by the people but his lordship Lord Black Merchant called us the Nightgaunt.” Zhu Wushang feels a little familiar with the name “Nightgaunt,” but he’s not sure where he heard that. Maybe In one of those memories before his birth? “Lord Zhu, We’ve come here to deliver this to you.” Said Gold then brought a white envelope out from her storage ring and handed it over to Zhu Wushang in respect.

I parted my lips and gasped as I felt sharp claws against my skin. Selene quickly dropped to her knees. “This is our new Luna. You can't do that. Please stop,” she pleaded shakily. “Why is the Alpha King unconscious? What did you do to him?” he squeezed tighter around my neck. “I... I didn't do anything,” I choked. “He's hurt. I can smell it,” he growled. “Please, let her go. She saved his life last night. She didn't want us to tell anybody, and I don't know why,” Selene spoke.

"Send a message. Immediately." ​The frightened girl bowed her head quickly. "To... to whom, my lady?" ​Selene's smile grew impossibly colder, a dangerous light gleaming in her eyes. "To the leaders of the Black Fang slave traders." ​The maid blinked in sheer horror, her voice dropping to a panicked whisper. "My Lady... the Black Fangs are ruthless cutthroats. They are strictly forbidden from ever crossing the borders into the northern kingdom on pain of death." ​"I am well aware," Selene sneered, stepping closer. "Tell them that the pathetic, broken girl they sold to the palace caravans... is worth far more than they ever realized."

The door shut again. Then cold steel kissed my throat. I sucked in air that tasted like herbs because of fear. The blade pressed just enough that I felt the skin part, warm blood trickling down my neck in one thin line. He leaned in close, breath hot against my ear. “You will never tell a soul what you are. Not the court. Not my betas. Not even the fucking moon. Do you understand me?” I tried to nod. The knife bit deeper. More blood. “Yes, my lord,” I croaked. My voice cracked like a kid’s.

“And a part of you wants to play too—just to see if you can beat me.” He turns his face toward mine, a challenge glinting in his eyes. Then he steps back and I can breathe again. “Why would I play a game with you when I am at a disadvantage?” I say. “I do not know the rules, nor the prize.” “No. But don’t you want to find out?” He holds out his hand. My mother used to tell me stories about Night—the deity who holds the keys to the Moon Goddess’s prison. He tempts mortals into making deals with him, offering them what they desire in exchange for their souls.