The Many Lives I Lived

This Life

As I dream of nothing but the darkness it was peaceful before I started to see my memories of my current life and how it all started. ‘Great’, I thought , just another example of pain and betrayal.

It all started as always with my birth. To most a newborn is a miracle but to me it means the beginning of the pain. Which is what I got. My parents sold me to the supernatural slave traders because I have powerful magic and they were drug addicts. So right off the bat just a few minutes into this new life and already been sold like some property.

The slaver traders gave my biological parents their money and we were on the way to my new torture home I guess. When we arrived at this nightclub where the place was screaming criminal activity.

As the trafficker gave me to this woman who looked in her twenties with a collar around her neck. Which I could tell it had been spelled by a powerful witch for the slave to be bound to this place. I guess until she is sold then it is their owners' problem what happens to her.

The trafficker gave her the order to change me and clean with new clothes for measurement. Measurement for witches means the minute you are born to later on they can find out how much mana you possess. So they can find out how much you are worthy but I knew they would make a killing.

Even though I have a high amount from when I was born I won't be able to use my full powers until I turn eighteen years old. Because that is when my body can withstand the amount I truly have and can overpower my owner at the time to be free. Probab;y have to kill them, this is the reason I hate slavers and their owners.

So yes after I was changed and clean to look presentable for the auction that would happen later. When they found out my worth they had me sold tonight, when the most powerful and wealthy were here tonight for the auction. From what I could tell at the time I was to be sold last so they can get a higher bid for me. To be fair I would do as they say "save the best for last" and it was little old me.

When it was finally my turn they had from what I saw a slut or w***e dressed in red carry me out when they introduced me. "Ladies and gentlemen the last on tonight's bidding is a newly born baby with her mana level at over one hundred already. The bidding will start at 10 million."

After that, I was bought by the head of the most powerful witch coven in Europe for 10 billion. Once I was handed to him I was then moved to Europe raised to be a killing machine as well as his adopted daughter for him. He made it seem I was saved out of the kindness of his heart but I know he just wanted me to be the next leader due to his wife being dead and his only child, his daughter, unable to perform powerful higher magic. But even then I would be nothing but the slave to the coven, a tool to keep them all safe from the enemy and powerful. It was all to make sure his true daughter didn’t lose her power position when he was gone. I was their failsafe for them since other members as well as other covens will kill her for the position.

He wouldn’t let me do anything that would make me outshine his daughter and force me to take care of all the magical studying on my own while his daughter and he played or had fun not doing their work, meaning I was also made to clean and make food for them .

So that's how I was raised while his real daughter was spoiled like a princess I was trained to kill in the harshest way possible. I was only four when I was forced into a magical ring with a rogue werewolf, ordered to kill it which I did.

After that I was trained even harder to the point I was bleeding and almost passed out for the next fourteen years. Then they say that's enough for today and order me to start cleaning and cooking. While I do the usual cooking my ‘so-called’ sister as I was to dress her outside.

Came to me behind with her friend in the toe and forced me down. While she got the pain of boiling oil and poured it on me and started laughing while I was holding in the screams of pain. Saying " that's what you get for being a mana less witch when my father is kind to his heart for picking you up and giving you a home. Oh and you better clean the ballroom and decorate it perfectly for my birthday tonight."

With that, I started to use the small amount of mana I had after the training to give me first aid on my burns. I finished cooking and cleaning the dishes so I can start on the b***h's birthday party which happens to be the same day I was born.

Tonight was the night of my eighteen birthday so I was happy I could say so long to this life and start anew. But before I could celebrate I was told that I would be marrying an alpha werewolf because his princess refused to.

And that's how this all happened. Once I got there I found out he was my mate and I fell for it with all the romance and sweetness. They only wanted me because I was powerful enough to cast the protection spell around their territory.

After that, I would be weak enough to kill and that's how it happens he told me he was faking it the whole time that he would be mating the head witch's daughter. That I was only used for the protection spell that would protect them while they plan to take over other packs.

So there you have it the story of my current life being played with and used by slaves. For their selfish purpose to gain from taking from others and leaving me as a sacrifice to them. I know none will mourn me or miss me in this life other than to be used again and throw away like trash.