Captive Of The Horde King Novels & Stories

The room pulsed with the raw, visceral emotion of pain and suffering, a stark reminder that within these cold, unforgiving walls, torment still thrived. "You are in the presence of the king, you are to behave well," the guards declared, their words dripping with a stern warning. The head of the kidnappers felt his stomach churn with unease. Tales of the notorious King Ragnar and his cruelty had circulated far and wide, but now, standing face to face with the fearsome monarch, the head kidnapper couldn't help but size him up once more, his gaze traveling from top to bottom.

Dominic ordered coldly. The Western Tribes' wolves left Darkclaw Town with Velda and the captives. South of town lay a desert, then endless mountains. A passage through the mountains led to a grassland-mountainous area. Beyond that was the Dragon Ash Wolf Kingdom's border. They took the captives through the grassland, up a mountain where a wooden hut awaited—a prison for Velda. Here, she would endure the same humiliation the Lycan King's son suffered. In total, nineteen captives, including Velda, were taken.

My inner wolf was reviving. "With each minute I spend with you, you grow more mesmerizing," he said as I drank the kiss. 'Why? Why am I submitting to him?' "I will tell you this once, Heather. I am Theodore Barclay, the King of the Lycans and Alphas. You must realise that as a consequence of your invasion into my domain, I now own you, and no matter what you do, you will never be able to escape the fate that bound me to you." After he said that, I felt as if I were intoxicated when he knelt in front of me.

The next second, he lunged forward and seized her wrist. "Let go!" Sophia struggled, but he easily overpowered her. "Save your energy," he whispered, using his other hand to pull off his tie and bind her wrists. "You'll need it later." With that, he swept her into his arms and strode toward the balcony doors. Outside, a helicopter hovered, its rotor blades deafening. Sophia's eyes widened in horror. "Vincent! This is kidnapping!" "So what if it is?" he sneered, leaping onto the balcony with her. "I should have done this the first day I saw you."

"I'm a healer. Not a prisoner of war." "You are a rogue caught trespassing on the King's private sanctuary with a sack of contraband silver blockers," Gideon replied, his voice a smooth, terrifyingly calm baritone. "Right now, you are whatever we say you are. Strip. Or my guards will rip the clothes from your spine."

Behind the throne is a red tapestry with a living oak tree. Hector dares to glance up and looks into the eyes of the man who made his world crumble. He sees a young-looking man with brown hair. He looks harmless until you look into his eyes. They are dark, empty voids that can see into your very soul and crush it. King Skorn smiles when he sees Hector looking at him. “Welcome to my castle, Hector. I hope your arrival wasn’t too unpleasant,” “You know very well it was. I was kidnapped,” Hector says with a snort.

Boots running. Voices shouting. The war hall doors burst open. A Frostbite guard rushed inside, breathless. “Alpha!” Every head turned. “What is it?” I asked. The guard straightened. “We caught a rogue.” The room froze. Cain’s head snapped toward the guard. “Alive?” “Yes.” Now the tension changed. Capturing rogues alive was rare. Capturing one near Frostbite’s borders right now? That meant something. The Alpha King spoke calmly. “Bring him in.”

His eyes were a deep blue, like the night sky and he carried himself like a man in charge, fitting as he was the king after all. “Father. I would like you to meet Kara Ravenfield or Yarrow. Kara, this is my father Callan Horne, King of the dragons.” I stood up and looked up at the king, giving a respectful bow before holding my hand for him to shake and gripping it firmly while doing so. He looked me up and down, giving me an assessing look before he nodded once and smiled brightly.

he says, as his mind begins to roam with perverted thoughts of the girls Hector has captive in his dungeon for him in exchange for the rogue king's capture. "So this is the infamous rogue king? Huh!" he says scuffing as he looks down at Brandon. He kicks him harshly on his stomach and smiles as he hears Brandon grunt in pain. He kicks him again, and again, making Brandon stumble onto his back, growling as he tries to control his wolf.

"What happened yesterday? Tell me everything." “well…” Eva hesitated, but leaned in and whispered, “Yesterday, the king killed the man who held you captive. I don’t know much, but it turns out he was a rogue who somehow infiltrated the palace.” “A rogue?” I repeated, my brows furrowing. Rogues weren’t inherently bad—they were just werewolves without packs. I had been a rogue myself for the past five years. But packs didn’t take well to rogues, often rejecting them outright. For a rogue to not only enter the king’s kingdom but also make it into the palace was almost impossible.