Captive Prince Novels & Stories

Suddenly a voice rang out. “MAJOR General HENRY PLEASE STOP, I AM THE MAN IN RULE IN THE Citadel. I HAVE CREATED THE PRINCESS AND THE PRINCIPLE HAS eloped. WE DON'T WANT WAR, PLEASE STOP. HE HAS RECEIVED ONE, AND I WILL GIVE THE KING TO HIM, UP TO HIM.” “I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, TODAY STEPHAN KINGDOM WILL BE FUCKED, NO MORE LIKE A KINGDOM. THROW!!!"

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

"I want you naked, Silver Hair." "Anything for you, Princess." With that, he parted ways from her and stood on his feet again. "Eyes on me." He said that and started stripping for her. He watched to capture this moment because this was the first time she was going to see her naked. She gasped when she saw the size of his manhood. Her eyes widened, and she couldn’t help asking him. "You have a Lycan?"

In which all the prisoner could hear was the rhythmic tinkling of the rings adorned with gemstones from Kathmandu hitting the side of the golden throne. Kathmandu looked down on him, his eyes narrowed, insolent and triumphant. The imprisoned wolf was the prince of an Indonesian galactic kingdom called Abdullah, in which officially, his current title was galactic prince. Being that he is the High Protector of Abdullah’s Empire, but he still preferred to think of himself only as his father's son. The fact that Kathmandu, the rajah of a small neighboring galactic kingdom called Antonius, had kidnapped the prince was not as surprising as knowing who was sitting next to Kathmandu:

"It's great, thanks." ********* "You are my captive, Sophia, and you will do exactly as I say," Marcus growled, his anger simmering just below the surface. Sophia's eyes flashed with defiance, but Marcus could see the fear lurking beneath. "You're just holding me here because of my father's debt?" Sophia spat, her voice venomous. "He doesn't even know I'm here. You'll never get away with this." Marcus's face twisted in a snarl. "As long as your father owes me, you'll remain my captive. And you'll bend to my rules, no matter what I demand."

One moment he was running, the next a vise-like grip yanked him off his feet. His scream choked off as he dangled, kicking uselessly against the tremendous strength. A chilling laugh echoed in his ear. "Got you at last, pretty prince," his captor hissed, a venomous glee in the words. "Let me go!" Emeriel shrieked, his voice cracking. "The beast… he'll tear you apart if you touch me! Don't—” "Silence, wretch! Do you really think you're special to our feral king?" the soldier barked into Emeriel's ear. "I will slit your throat and see how precious you are then!"

Then— A finger slid under my chin. Slow. Controlled. Commanding. He lifted my face. I met the eyes of the man I’d been trained to kill since childhood. Cold, dark, intelligent eyes. A king in the shape of a monster. Dante Valenti. He looked down at me like he already owned me. “Look at that,” he murmured. “My little captive finally awake.” I let my lips part, voice trembling on cue. “P-please… don’t hurt me…” His gaze sharpened, amused.

For a moment, I thought he was going to strangle me, but he stood there staring at me in a way that made me forget the art of breathing. “That settles it then,” he said, voice deepening. “The Princess is my captive now. She will serve me…” his eyes slid to Luis, darkening. “She and the boy she dares care about

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

He carried me straight into his home and the men within all stopped and watched him as he carried me up the staircase. Glancing around the first floor it looked like a lovely Victorian furnished home from what I could see from my position. Pausing at the landing Ares turned to the men below and growled,” Bring me the cage and set it up in my room. After that, bring me the redheaded prisoner if it's possible.” Swallowing uncomfortably I sputtered, "You can't kill Monica! She's my only friend.” Grinding his teeth he snarled, “We had a deal and you broke it. Plus you were running away without a care for her or your safety.”