Novel & Cerita Captive Of The Horde King

King laughed maniacally, with his hands spread out. "Tch! It seems you've finally gone crazy from all the bad things you've got yourself involved in. Don't worry, I will help you out of your misery!" Holland declared and walked closer to King and his group of rogues. Seeing him come closer, the rogues growled and snarled at him threateningly. "Do you remember what I said the last time we had an encounter?" Holland asked as his insignia appeared on his forehead. "What are... you... talking about?" King stammered with wide eyes. His forehead glowed darkly, and two black knife-crossing insignias appeared on it. His eyes turned completely dark, and a black mist surrounded his body.

"He is just doing his assigned tasks. He is actually behaving quite well today." Cillian’s golden eyes snapped from me to Selene. The mate bond, though completely blocked on my end, practically vibrated with his chaotic, agonizing desperation. He was the Warlord King. The treaty was signed. The army was outside his walls. If he defended me now, he would be breaking the alliance he had just sold his soul to secure. He was trapped in the iron maiden of his own making. I slowly pushed myself up from the floor, using only my left hand. I stood, keeping my head bowed, my eyes fixed firmly on the tips of my ruined scullery boots.

The doors open, and a guard announces, “Arriving, King Astaroth and his mate, Royal Luna Carmen, and his daughter, Lady Florence.” A strong man with a shaved head strides into the hall, two women at his sides, their hands locked with his. Behind the supposed King follows a towering figure, his scalp shaved at the edges, a single braid trailing from the crown of his head down to the middle of his back. His body bears the map of countless scars. The crowd parts in silence as Astaroth leads the women forward and comes to stand before our King Aldous. “Brother.” The man speaks. King Aldous nods. “Brother. It is a surprise to have you.”

He looked at the witnesses and at once, they all went on their knees, including the Lynx, even as she started the chant. “Long live the Were King.” “Long live the king.” *********************** “I was expecting you.” The Voice that came from within the tent was so weak, nothing like the sarcastic woman from earlier or the strong voice leading the chant. “Of course you were.” Colle answered even as he moved to the bedside of the only mother he ever knew, he was going to miss her. Normally wolves do not abandon their pups but somehow, he ended up with a lynx who protected him and trained him in the king’s court only for him to reach maturity and kill the king to be the new leader. With her gif

They could only manage to stare at him with wide eyes, now tearing up. Hakyi and Osiris knew pretty well how those captured prisoners were feeling right now for they too felt it on every fibers of their muscles the forbidding poking of their kings powers in there. The Centaur and Minotaur had activated their own shield to protect them while the hunter had done the same when the aura of the king was now visible with their eyes. "You wont talk?" the Aryan king once again said with finality to snap his palm closed when he suddenly looked up in a trance as if someone was calling his attention. In that instant, the flames gone off and he left without any words for them.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I actually know your name." The Horde King tipped his head back and laughed. Once he wound down his mirth, he cleared his throat. "Felix of Ravenscourt, Goddess Kiema." He swept into a courtly bow. "Really?" I shook my head. "Join us, Felix of Ravenscourt, Horde King of the Dark Fae." "Goddess?" Seagull sneered. "Shooting a little higher than our station, huh?" I lifted my shirt, revealed my rune. "It would seem then that Heppni has been lying about more than just her brother Hellion."

We were still tangled in the sheets, and I was thinking I should ask Tova what she was thinking more often, when there was loud banging on the antechamber door and my name was being shouted. I growled, rising from the bed, and grabbing a tunic to throw over my head. I stalked to the door, becoming angrier with every step, before wrenching open the door that was shaking under the blows. I roared, but was stopped by one of my generals, General Abot. “They were ambushed, my King. They are all dead, Frode and Halfdan are gone. Triz has joined King Culpa of Nidavelle and they are planning a revolt together.”

My captor backs away, pulling me with him. "Surprise, baby," the creature snarls. He doesn't look at me- his eyes are on my captor. "You're almost right. Your kind thought we went extinct, but none of us died. We slept, waiting for the true King to be born. We found him, and now, we awaken, ready to follow and serve. I like playing with you, especially while you hold our Queen. Ah, imagine the things I'll do to you. Even better yet, imagine what the King will do to you. Can't wait," he licks his lips and takes another step closer. Fear grips me; I have to do something. Without thinking, I bite into my captor's hand and use the moment when he pulls it away from my face.

When he finally leaves, I hear the soft click of a lock. He's locked me. And that's when I realized for certain: I'm not his wife, but his prisoner.

His chest heaved slow, scars stretching, ice-blue scanning the lines, his growl thickening, raw and untamed. Selene, if you’re reading this, I’m gone. The howl took its price. The war we ended wasn’t ours alone—blood ties knot us to the enemy. Beware the golden wolf; his blood runs in you, and his betrayal cuts deeper than bone. The howl wasn’t just strength; it’s a curse, and it’ll claim you unless you break it.