Caged Game Novels & Stories

Tristan sat outside the house. His mind wandered back to when Julian had first brought him to the Sanders house. Then they were sent to a secret island to train themselves. In addition to the many wild animals that roam, there is also a game. No matter how many people enter the game arena, all of them must be killed, and only one person will be adopted as Julian's son, which is the child who survives to the end alone.

Your support keeps these stories alive. ⚠️ Trigger Warning & Disclaimer This novel, Cage to Cage, is a work of dark mafia romance. It explores dangerous relationships, criminal underworld dynamics, and the fragile line between desire and destruction. Because of the nature of the story, it contains themes that may be distressing, uncomfortable, or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care and awareness of your own limits. Trigger Warnings The following content appears throughout the story, either directly or through implication: • Physical and emotional abuse – depictions of controlling, manipulative, and harmful behavior.

Morrigan purred down through the iron grates. She turned to her left, grabbing a second, heavy iron release chain wrapped around a wall pulley. This chain did not control the main arena lifts. It controlled the pneumatic emergency release for Cages Three and Four, the specialized containment units housing the most vicious, ravenous beasts in the Colosseum’s subterranean arsenal. SCREECH-CLANG! With a brutal, metallic screech of sliding iron, the heavy portcullis gates of Cages Three and Four ground upward into the stone ceiling.

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

He ordered my imprisonment as he turned his back against me, I thought I didn’t hear clearly until his supposed guards pulled me up and started yanking me but I struggled as I pleaded for my life. I had no idea what would happen to me in the dungeon and I didn’t want to find out. “Please, please Mr Alpha,” I cried, “I’m sorry, really sorry for coming into your territory disrespectfully, I’m sorry for being your mate– whatever that means, I’m really sorry for all this, Sir Alpha, please. Just let me go, please, I beg of you, I promise not to ever set foot here again forever just please let me go.” I pleaded but he didn’t turn to look at me.

Any other way, it will affect her life seriously and put her in a perilous position with him. Indeed. You heard it right. He is Caged. He is a prisoner, a bloody prisoner who didn't have cuffs in his hands yet his hands are tied together, more tighter than any chains. He was not able to hold her, at this moment. He needs to stand by a couple of more days or a few hours to do what his heart wants.

I'm the CEO of a publicly traded company, and I'm worth three billion dollars. Ten years ago, I dumped my broke boyfriend Ethan Shaw and left for Wall Street. Everyone said Vivian Quinn was cold-blooded and ruthless, a maniac who only cared about money. Then a car accident somehow transported me into another world. I woke up as a penniless housewife! Ethan Shaw, the ex who should have hated my guts, was suddenly my husband! And there was a five-year-old son tagging along. What a joke. How could I ever fall for a freeloader who spent all day in the kitchen or a pint-size boy who spent every day clinging to my leg? But just as I was determined to find my way back, I realized something wasn't r

he could remember Matendechere telling him. He hit the gground so hard, immediately there appeared a cage, that cage was for trapping the ogrism inside. Ogrism have to be trapped and put in a bar. The bar has to be having food inside, as long as the cage has a roof and there’s food inside of it. They don’t dare attempt to escape, to risk something better. The cage has to be secured, totally sealed, but if it happens that it is opened, if it does, you can bet that whoever opens it has his own plan for himself or either early death. A plan he may probably be going to hate.

Every summer, the city sends thirty so called criminals into the Killground, a massive forest arena deep in the shifter lands. A sick bargain struck long ago: throw the beasts a bit of "human filth" to hunt so they won't storm the city walls and rip out throats by moonlight. Survive thirty days, you win your freedom. Get caught… you become a plaything to whatever shifter Warlord claims you, body, blood, and soul. Or they can simply kill you for sport. Your choice. Now here I am, Branwen bloody Mosswood, chained in the back of a filthy wagon rattling toward the Games. Dirt on my face. Rope binding my wrists. "Witch" stitched on my collar for all to see.