Captive Of The Horde King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The view stole her breath. A fortress sprawled below her, carved into a mountain cleft. Wolves patrolled the walls—not in human form, but furred and massive, their eyes glinting in the grey light. Beyond the walls, pine forest stretched to the horizon, endless and dark. Above it all, a sky the color of bruised plums. The Nightshade Dominion, she remembered. His territory. His kingdom. And she was his prisoner. Or his mate. She wasn't sure which was worse.

"You were able to get away the last time, but now, I’m going to make sure you don’t get out of this building alive. You set this death trap for me, Damien, but this will be your grave!" I felt a surge of fear at Reed's words. But I knew that I couldn't give in to it. I had to stay strong, had to trust in Damien’s abilities. And so, I stood tall, my eyes locked on Damien's. I knew he was far stronger that Reed could ever imagine. Damien took a step forward, his eyes blazing with anger. "Let him go, Reed," he growled. "Face me like a true alpha and a don. Don't hide behind a hostage."

" I told you that this is not your pack, bîtch. You have no power or rank here. You're a slave meant to work while the pack members enjoy. Get in there and work! If you bring this to me again, I'll kill you." " I am the King's slave, you can't hurt me." She announced boldly. Gord walked closer to her and wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer to himself. "Oh really? You think the King would care that a fúcking sêx släve died?" He asked and laughed loudly. " You must be kidding me, slût. You're just a séx släve. Nothing more." His words dug deep into her heart and she winched painfully.

’ I was shrinking away from the thought, but Cazz thought I was pulling away from him and he tightened his grip on my hand. ‘Don’t be afraid, I will prepare him—and not in a rush. We won’t leave room for any loopholes or mistakes. He won’t even remember what’s happened here. He’ll be looking for his father and brothers and… He’ll be our Trojan Horse.’ The wolves around the table were shifting in their seats, obviously aware that we were speaking privately, but respecting the King and not interrupting. My skin crawled at this idea, though. All I could see in my head was my smug, leering brother who’d thought I’d been violently raped and couldn’t have cared less.

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

"My father died. My mother left. Donatella hates me. Jovani died because he got caught in my world and you—" "I'm right here." He squeezed my hand gently. “And I want you to know that I'm not leaving you anytime soon.” "What happens when my world destroys you too? When Sergei comes back and you get caught in the crossfire? When loving me costs you everything?" "Lorenzo—" "I kidnapped you." The words tumbled out, raw and jagged. "I took you from your life. I made you fall in love with your captor and now you're so deep in my world you can't get out. What kind of person does that? What kind of monster—"

Their expressions were plagued with worry, wrinkles formed on their foreheads as they screamed out my name. They got closer, covering the expanse of space with thudding feet, and as they reached our cages, a man stepped out. Metal flashed as he shielded them from us. "Stop! In the name of the king," The man pronounced, holding out his weapon, tone as dark as the armor he had on as well as the hair on his head. "Do not step forward towards the traitor." "Her highness is no traitor, you imbecile." Celia's voice tore as she screamed. "She's Princess Fi—"

I ignored him and nudged closer to the girl. "This drawing here…" I pointed at the first drawing that captured my attention when I woke up. "What does it mean?" "Oh! The man on the throne is a King, he's a very powerful king with the powers of the moon. The people on the floor are those he slain in anger and more are going to be slain by him." "Are..?" She nodded. "It's the future." "Who is the name of the king?" "I don't know but there's only one male that possesses the power of the moon"

I could hear the heavy clinking of the chains padlock snapping shut, and sealing my fate. Everyone gathered, looking at me in disgust. The entire servant staff, the low-ranking warriors, the cooks, and the stable hands formed a tight, suffocating circle around the platform. They spat on the gravel, their eyes filled with a lethal combination of disgust and hatred for the captive girl. Through the blur of my tears, my gaze swept across the crowd one last time, desperately searching for a shred of remorse. Finally, my eyes landed on a familiar figure standing near the edge of the stone steps.

“That won’t happen. It can’t happen. You are… in my kingdom. I am the boss of you.” Again, I shrug at him. “Well, sometimes we can’t make the troops do what they don’t want to do, and they just run away from the battlefield!” I lift my arm and gesture as if I am shooing a bunch of warriors from the fight. He swallows hard. “And if you won’t defend me… that means….” I nod my head. He gets it now. “That means you’ll be overrun, and you’ll become a captured king. The prisoner of the one and only–”