Novel & Cerita Sold To The Night Lord

“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.

I asked, glancing at him sideways, feeling my skin prickle from the dark aura emanating from him. "It was taken from me ages ago, when I called upon the Moon Goddess, offering my soul and heart in exchange for my freedom." Nocturnus’s voice echoed, cold and hollow. "But the Gods are naturally cruel. Unlike the others, I do not hide my true nature, my Queen!" The space around us seemed to carry the weight of ancient times, the air heavy and cold.

There were huge ancient trees surrounding the house, putting it in the middle. If we hadn't been directed here by him we wouldn't have known if such a place existed. "Oh okay," I answered, as I gently carried Brynlee out of the car in a bridal style as we made our way to the mansion. I tried hard not to stare at her pale expressionless face cause I know if I did. I wouldn't be able to keep my emotions in check. "We are in the Nightsilver Pack's territory so we have to be done with what we are doing and leave. The sorcerer is a well known man but he prefers staying in isolation," Uncle Berth replied as we walked through the Villa's gate.

On the stage, the woman introduced, “This is a battle puppet refined from the corpse of an Aureate Immortal. Its strength is roughly equivalent to that of a mid-stage Aureate Immortal. “You can also call it a tireless, loyal, and fearless companion. Its value is self-evident. Therefore, this puppet will be auctioned through bartering. Please make your offers. If the seller is satisfied with the price, they will communicate it to me.” At her words, the scene immediately fell silent. Bartering... That eliminated over eighty percent of the participants right away. “I offer...” The first bid came from Elise. “A cultivation manual, including three techniques at the Aureate Immortal level and five

“Where is my medillion?” “Screw this medillion. You set me up.” “What are you babbling about?” “The medillion you gave me was a fake.” The princess laughed at her brother’s words. “Did you really think I would grant such a powerful trinct to a filth half blood?” The princess’s hooded mage appeared behind Scott much to his surprise. “The medillion of night” the mage requested for the item. “First mynsister. Where’s Don?” Scott demanded. “Very well. A deals a deal.’ Dola said as she conjured Sardonyx whom was still bound in chains “Give my mage the medillions and the witches yours.”

Rhett spoke about the herbs without much enthusiasm. "Excellent!" Black Maple Master grinned slyly, then proceeded to outline his plan. "Alexander's arm was injured severely from excessive swordplay and requires the century-old Pure Spirit Ganoderma for healing. "We'll play along, apply poison to the Ganoderma, and sell it to Alexander. He'll meet his end during the healing process." Rhett wore a puzzled expression upon hearing this. "Why not just exchange it with him? What's the point of holding an auction?" To him, the auction seemed like an unnecessary complication.

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.

“Unmarked. Unclaimed. Easy to put on a list.” Something flickered in his eyes. Guilt. Anger. At himself, maybe. At the system he’d spent too long negotiating with instead of burning. He angled his head, bringing his mouth close enough to her ear that his next words were for her alone. “If they take you,” he said, “you’ll be sold.” Her breath caught. “Tell me what you are.” Not *who*. *What*. That was what Nightmoor called things it wanted to own.

And immediately his brows furrowed, he stood up walked to me. Yank! He pulled my hair, so that I look up at him, pain hit my scalp as he gripped it tight. I winced biting back my tears, my hands were on my hair as he yanked my hair again so that he would look straight into my eyes. "What do you mean, No" he asked through gritted teeth. In pains I opened my eyes and when my brown met his blue, i realized that I had been sold to the devil. "I'm sorry, sir please" I cried as I managed to speak.