Captive Prince Manga Novels & Stories

We do not have that type of magic. Crying, I struggle to pick him up but I can't. He's always been a large, strong, muscular drake, and now he is deadweight, unable to assist me. I am stronger now as a drakaina than I ever was as a small human woman, but I am still not particularly powerful by dragon standards. The guards take a step closer. "Hand over the prince," the captain of the guard, a stern drake with a shining helm, shines over me with his bright sword gleaming in his hand. "By order of Queen Eleanora."

The Prince said with a pause “I want the girl and I will have the girl, or is the request too much for you.” “N-n-no your highness it just wasn’t expected that’s all.” The request surprised him too, he never came here with the intention of going back with a slave, it was a mere chore visiting the blood bank system but after seeing the strange violet eyed girl and tasting her blood, he knew he had to have her for himself.

“You’ve just come too close to the Mizuki taint.” I was right! The wounds in the palace heal so slowly because of the Mizuki crystals, he just confirmed that. I love that my guess was right but I don’t feel well enough to rejoice. Not to mention, how on Earth did the prince fell the boy that I was helpless against so effortlessly? I never saw the fight and it doesn’t look like it was much of one. Just how strong is the prince? He doesn’t even have a scratch on him. “You’re in no shape to be by yourself. Come “

I ask. “Sierra Covak,” Aurora says quietly, setting her chopsticks down. “And she is?” “Queen Bee,” Teagan replies. “Runs her own bigger, better, flashier shelter across the city.” I can guess the rest. "So it's just you guys?" "No, the couple who run it take weekends off," Marcus replies. “None of this would’ve happened if you’d just asked your brother for help,” Breanna says. “Her brother?” I ask. “Lucien Ricci,” Teagan says. “Captain of the football team.”

His claws extended clamping around her throat, lifting her off the ground, his tails snapping like whips behind him. Lyra looked directly into his violet eyes. She didn't struggle. She simply reached out, her fingers—pale—rested against the bronze skin of his arm, and touched him. "It's okay," she whispered softly. "The noise is gone now." The Prince froze. The violet flames in his eyes flickered. He leaned closer, lowering his face to the side of her neck. His nose brushed her pulse as he inhaled slowly, then deeply. His fox ears twitched as he tried to understand the scent before him. There was no sweet manipulation. No fear. No prey.

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

she threatened while wearing a diabolic smile on her face. Unable to maintain her cool, Migumi turned to face her narcissistic bully. “Speak however you like with me but don't drag the prince’s name into this…” she warned, her tone scaring the disdainful lady. “And what? I stole the prince from you? He was never yours to begin with. Prince Aiden is not an object to be owned by some insecure bitch like you.” Lady Charlotte’s eyes darkened in anger, watching Migumi turn her heels against her to enter the restroom. She was left outside with shaking closed fists.

WILLIAM “Alpha prince, we captured the woman that you’re talking about.” I nodded at the guard and walked to the furthest end of the dungeon where we kept prisoners of the war. The woman is inside the cell with silver cuffs in her wrists but she is not chained anywhere. Just enough to suppress her shapeshifting ability. “You must be the lycan prince’s mate,” I said and stared down at her. “They call you Lola.” She glared at me and spat on the ground. “How I wish I am the one you are talking about but I am not the lycan prince’s mate!”

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

“Is your commander too much of a coward to come get me that he had to send his little boys?” She got no reply from the men, although one of them gave her a killing look. They walked out of the cells and for the first time since she had been abducted, Maria was seeing something other than the inside of her cell. She was seeing something other than black. The walls were painted in a cool light blue colour. She found herself wanting to push away from the men and plaster her dirty and hot body against the walls to know if they actually felt as cool as she thought they did. But she didn’t want to fight the men. She was Maria Hatzi, a sorceress as dangerous as she was calm. These men weren’t going