CHAPTER FOUR
1387 Words
“Welcome to the Premium Auction Ring, A place where the most sought-after treasures and rarest artifacts are showcased and made available to the highest bidders.
This exclusive auction house is renowned for its opulent surroundings, unrivaled selection, and impeccable service, catering to the elite members of the werewolf communities.Situated in the heart of our Beloved Drone Pack. Once again, I welcome you all to the twelfth Slave auction event of recent time”
Applause filled the room as the host finished her announcement.
The Premium Auction Ring exuded an air of sophistication and grandeur.Its elegant architecture, adorned with intricate carvings and majestic chandeliers, transports visitors to a realm of luxury and refinement. The spacious auction hall is meticulously designed to ensure the comfort and privacy of its esteemed clientele.
The auction ring prides itself on showcasing a collection of extraordinary items that embody the essence of the werewolf realm.
Rare manuscripts containing ancient werewolf rituals, exquisite jewelry embedded with moonstones, enchanted weapons forged by legendary blacksmiths, and centuries-old paintings depicting the rich history of the kingdom are just a glimpse of the treasures awaiting discerning buyers.
But the most important part of this auction was the last event on the to do list; Slave auction. This was also one of the various reasons why the auction house was always full no matter what they've got to auction.
Watching calmly as the applause finally came to an end, the host laughed and they all laughed along.
“Without wasting much of our time ladies and Gentlemen, we'll proceed with the first event on our to do list; The ancient purple talisman”
The moment she finished her announcement, the purple talisman was placed on the showcase display.
The talisman's shape was both elegant and enigmatic, resembling a delicate tear-shaped pendant suspended from a fine silver chain. Its smooth and polished surface held an air of ancient mystery, as if it had witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations throughout the ages.
The talisman, crafted from a rare and exquisite amethyst gemstone, radiated with an otherworldly glow, casting a mesmerizing purple hue that seemed to dance and shift with every twist of light. Its surface was adorned with intricate engravings, depicting long-forgotten symbols of arcane knowledge and divine wisdom.
“This is the Purple Talisman that Legends had spoken of for its extraordinary abilities. It was said to possess the power to unlock hidden realms, granting access to forbidden knowledge and untold secrets. It was believed to be a conduit to the cosmic forces of the universe, capable of channeling energy and enhancing one's own innate abilities.”
“Those who dared to wield the ancient purple talisman were said to be granted heightened intuition and insight, able to see beyond the veil of reality and perceive the unseen. It was rumored to bestow protection, shielding its bearer from evil forces and guiding them towards their true purpose.”
“The talisman, though coveted by many, was not easily obtained. And so today we have brought it right for its blessed owner. This shall belong only to the highest bidder. The bidding price starts from WC1,000,000,000. And can only increase by WC500. Let's go!”
Where WC (Wolf Currency).
The crowd erupted in a burst of ruckus. It was just the perfect object to be used as the opening of the event.
“Mine! WC1,500,000,000”
“Mine! WC1,750,000,000”
“Mine! WC1,800,000,000”
“Mine! WC2,500,000,000”
“No way! It's Mine! WC4,000,000,000.”
“Alpha Jersey, Do you think I should bid for this? This will definitely be great to have”
A young looking brown haired guy with a handsome face and a rose tattoo on his neck suggested. Sitting beside him was a mysterious man who sat on his chair like the boss he is.
An extra large tobacco cigarette between his fingers emitted smoke. His entire body was cloaked in an all black suit and an ash gray trilby hat that shades his face from the unholy eyes of the rest of the people resting perfectly on his head.
“This might have a good use. But the hist forget to mention it only works for good people with good intentions. Tsk! Boy, we are not 'good' people”
He remarked, his baritone voice, sexy and husky as clicked his tongue before dragging yet another smoke from the cigarette stick.
The young handsome boy's mouth formed into an 'O' shape as he slowly relaxed on his seat.
“And it's going, One, two and three. Wow, this Purple Talisman goes to bidder 97, at row three, seat eight for bidding the highest at WC25,000,000,000. Congratulations!”
The host announced and applause filled the hall. The event went on and on with different items getting auctioned on and after the other until it was eventually the last item on the to-do list; Slave auction.
“I know, hahaha, everyone has been excited for this moment. Wait no more as we are finally here!”
“Yeyy! Awesome”
“Spectacular”
“Finally, it felt like forever”
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“No1.
Name: Violet.
Age: 19.
Weight: 75 pounds.
Complexion: Fair.
Hair color: Red.
Eye color: Green.
Body structure: Slim.
Education: Secondary.
Talents: Amazing in bed, Cooking, essay writing, dancing, and singing.
Rank: First middle level wolf warrior.
Virgin?: No”
Violet, a woman of undeniable allure, stood poised in a dress that exuded an air of enchantment and sexiness. The gown, crafted from the finest silk, embraced her figure with a delicate grace, as if it were designed specifically for her. Its rich, deep red mirrored the regal seductiveness that radiated from within her, matching her beautiful red curls.
Just as the host had described, the lady standing in the showcase box had Fiery phoenix red hair and dark green eyes. She had fair skin and from the radiant energy emanating from her, one could tell she wasn't unhappy to be auctioned off.
“This is Violet and her auction price begins at WC200,000. The auction bid can only increase by WC3000.”
The host excitedly let out and within seconds several placards were raised up high. Prices increased at the fastest rate as almost everyone was eager and anxious to bring her.
“Alpha Jersey, Do you think I should raise my card?”
“Little Jax, There's no need, she's just some worthless piece”
“But she's beautiful.”
“...Because beauty can feed you!”
“Oh haha! My apologies Alpha Jersey!”
Little Jax laughed sheepishly and He rolled his eyes, looking at the item on display with disinterest.
Several other slaves were displayed and eventually No. 17 was brought to stage.
“No17.
Name: Keisha.
Age: 19.
Weight: 55 pounds.
Complexion: White.
Hair color: Black.
Eye color: Hazelnut brown.
Body structure: Slim.
Education: None.
Talents: Cleaning, Cooking, essay writing, horse racing, dancing, and singing.
Rank: Junior level wolf warrior.
Virgin?: Yes”
As she finished speaking, a vulnerable looking Keisha dressed in a gown that clung to her like a second skin. The gown, a delicate masterpiece of silk and lace. its ethereal fabric flowing around her like a cascade of moonlit waterfalls.
The dress, a mesmerizing shade of midnight blue, accentuated Keisha's natural beauty, hugging her curves in all the right places. Its bodice, adorned with intricate beading that sparkled like stardust, drew attention to her slender waist and graceful neckline.
The off-the-shoulder design revealed a hint of her sun-kissed white skin, adding a touch of allure to her already captivating presence.
Layers of soft, billowing tulle cascaded down to the ground, creating a dream-like silhouette that seemed to float. The delicate fabric, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of her impending auction.
Keisha's ebony curls were swept up in an elaborate updo, exposing the graceful curve of her neck and the delicate features of her face.
A single silver hairpin, adorned with a moon-shaped charm, nestled amidst the dark tendrils.
Her eyes, shimmering like pools of liquid amber, betrayed the fear and trepidation she felt in her heart. Their eyes as they gazed at her felt like the hungry gaze predators normally sent to their prey before launching an attack.
As she stood on the auction platform, the room fell silent, captivated by her presence…
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