Captive Of The Horde King 소설 & 이야기

Men and women who had spent their entire lives farming wheat and raising cubs were now sitting in iron cages behind his war wagons. Rowan reached out and turned the paper toward me. "Read it again," he grunted softly, his voice gravelly. "Make sure I didn't misread his arrogance." I leaned over the table, tracing the sharp, aggressive black ink with my eyes. The Alpha King didn't waste time with sweet talking. He made his demand plain and cold. He offered to spare the lives of every captive elder, to pull his heavy siege engines back across the valley, but only on one condition. He wanted Kael back in his war room, wearing the prince's crest and leading the army under his royal command.

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.”

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

Rana entered the stage with a smug look. The screaming was becoming normal. It was like a routine now. The little girl, who they all ignored, the pond which some drank from and about 75% of them defeated the dragon that jumped from the black water, and then on to the mental test. Rana also saw Adrian, and she plastered herself to his chest with a smirk. He looked down at her and pinched her breast, at which I almost looked away. "My future queen." The demon whispered in Rana's ear. "My King. Have you come to take me away from here?" She whispered back in his ear. We all believed it was them. All the women believed the Kings were there, coming to get us. Our saviours. But no, they left us alo

It hasn't. The next one in is worse. Alpha Corren, a broad, graying man who's ruled a mountain pack for longer than I've been alive, and who still manages to look like he'd rather be anywhere else the moment he's shown into the hall. He doesn't bring a land dispute. He brings a gift instead — a fine hunting blade, presented with both hands and a speech I've heard some version of a dozen times before, about loyalty, about honoring the crown, about how his pack stands ready should the crown ever need them. I accept the blade. I thank him. I watch him leave the same way Renner did, backing out rather than turning, and I think, not for the first time, that a King who inspires this much careful d

Their gasps and heart-wrenching tears slice through the battlefield as they strain against their captors. They are bound by so much — soldiers pressing against them so tightly their feet barely move. Only their faces speak the grief and tears they cannot release. And Rauth… he just stands there, a defected king, and I see it — the Great Alpha, frozen, watching his mate, Aunty Caelora, surrounded by West warriors. I run to her side. At least I can go with her. Elder Ysmera emerges from the clearing, and I will go with her. She nods.