Captive Of The Horde King の小説・ストーリー

I looked around in awe although I was still terrified as one of them had talked about burning me as a form of sacrifice to some sort of moon goddess, everything looked confusing to me and I could only hope I made it out alive. I was thrown on the floor as I lifted my gaze to see a man seated on what seemed like a throne, he must be the king of these animals. “Here is the intruder, Alpha.” One of them spoke as he attempted to kick me but my terrified whimper made the man whom they’d referred to as the Alpha raise a finger, causing him to stop. “Where did you find her?” He asked, his voice husky but his words were brilliant, they cane out cleaner than the rest of them.

I struggled free from his men's grip. Fiorenzo's expression remained calm. "You should call me Papa." "But you're only nine years older than me," I shot back. "Regardless, I am your guardian. That will never change. "Today is my wedding, Clarissa. You should be offering blessings, not standing here embarrassing me like this. "But I don't blame you, because you will always be my Principessa." Then he gestured for his men to bring a sedative. He injected it into me himself. I lost consciousness immediately.

Their screams echoed briefly before silence reclaimed the night. Blood dripped from my claws when I finally stopped. My chest heaved. Damien stood over a fallen rogue, his expression grim. “They don’t know where she was taken. Just that a ‘dark king’ wanted her alive.” My pulse stilled. The Evil King. The one we’d only heard of in whispers — a man who ruled through dark enchantments and corruption. “She let herself be captured,” Damien muttered, realizing it as he spoke. “She’s trying to get close to him.”

The man standing there was more than 6ft tall and when he moved out of the dark I gasped when I saw his view, he was a god just as they said. My heart raced even faster than anything. He didn’t say anything but instead he approached me each step more delicately than the last. I swallowed nothing as I looked at him and when he got closer to where I was,it felt like I would pass out. Ronan Throne the powerful mute king and my husband to be was standing right in front of me

Philip, comes from nowhere , accused with a frown etched across his face. I slowly stood up from the ground. "Do you know how insane you sound and how pathetic you look? Do you think the middle forest is the first to know how to pull a stunt like that? Well, I have to break it to you but the HellGuard has been hunting and hunted for years. And don't you ever use the word betrayal because you have no idea what it is," I spat angrily and pushed past him in a stronger force as I finally transformed.I ran after the other deer and caught them within an hour. Thankfully, the rest followed the instructions I gave them before we came here. Others defend while the rest hunt. After the intense competi

Sigrid said, dumbstruck by her finding and looked at the blue eyed man with mixed emotions. “Vane?!” Zeke frowned as the name sounded familiar to him and soon widened his eyes in shock, realising the identity of the person. “As in….” he said, staring at the zoned out Sigrid. “The last king of the Lycanor Kingdom.” She completed his words, astonished by the wake of fallen king’s portrait.

Raw, merciless, and dripping with lust, this is a story of a king who would burn kingdoms for the perfect fuck. Chapter 1: The Royal Claim King Torvald lounged on his massive obsidian throne, one leg draped over the armrest, as the heavy doors of the great hall swung open and his returning war party dragged in their latest prizes. At thirty eight, Torvald was a mountain of a man, broad-shouldered, thick with muscle from years of conquest, his dark hair streaked with silver and his body marked by scars that only made him more imposing. His cock, already half-hard beneath his crimson robes, twitched at the sight of the newest captive: a towering barbarian warrior captured from the northern tri

There was another werewolf behind him, standing by the door and I knew he was one of his men because if he wasn't, he wouldn't be alive. Alpha Kai, the Lycan King, popularly called Dablo by the rest of Crescent Valley was the werewolf that'd rival even the devil with the darkness that runs through his veins. His mere name alone would cause fear to spring out in the heart of the strongest Alphas. His strength was second to none as proven by how he just annihilated my whole pack with his bare hands and without breaking a sweat. He was a ruthless Lycan King, one whose reign of terror has terrified the whole of Crescent Valley for years and I know some Alphas have dared to orchestrate plans to t

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?

Then— A finger slid under my chin. Slow. Controlled. Commanding. He lifted my face. I met the eyes of the man I’d been trained to kill since childhood. Cold, dark, intelligent eyes. A king in the shape of a monster. Dante Valenti. He looked down at me like he already owned me. “Look at that,” he murmured. “My little captive finally awake.” I let my lips part, voice trembling on cue. “P-please… don’t hurt me…” His gaze sharpened, amused.