Captive Prince Novels & Stories

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—"

“A prince? Last I checked he’s still lower than a king.” “That's the crown prince,” one of the Astorian officials yelled. “Do I look like I care?” I asked, pressing my nails a little bit deeper. I had no intention to kill my captive, yet. “Then keep your pride and beg my father,” I said coldly to Cyrus. “Or…you could go back to Astoria with as many dead bodies as you can carry.” Gasps filled the room. Cyrus’s hands clenched into fists, his eyes burning into mine.

Why won't they save me from the hands of this bastard? When I won't stop screaming and insulting him, his hands landed on my ass. He slapped my ass so painfully that tears rolled out of my eyes. He slapped at it over and over again. We didn't pass through the front gate because of the people. I have learned over the days that he was famous. The richest and scariest man in the country. I also learned that he has the biggest empire in the world. Business empire. I learned the kind of person he was in prison all locked up like a criminal.

“So you won’t talk right? Seems you will finally speak when your life is about to be drained right out of your soul, right?” “And how do you intend to do that?” The captive taunted, tossing his head back. “A beta torturing me will make me talk? Oh, come on, you should come up with a better plan. Not even an alpha could pull words from me. Or were you deaf when I mentioned it earlier?” Kayden stepped forward, his eyes flashing with irritation as he leaned in. “What if it’s your Prince?”

She was in a penthouse in the middle of a city she did not fully know, surrounded by his people, with her phone and her thoughts and a message from her oldest friend telling her to run. Did everyone know she was being kept here? Is that what this was? Did people on the outside know she was essentially a captive in a golden building and she had been so busy losing herself in the situation that she had stopped seeing it clearly. She set the phone down on the bed. She pressed both palms flat against her eyes. What the hell was happening. ********************************************* The men were on their knees when Dimitri walked into the room. Three of them, hands bound behind their backs, hea

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

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 majesty granted our master three desires in return for divulging the coup -- he told his majesty the truth about him and Lord Hillroge. His majesty was not pleased especially because his children were to be married away. He asked our master what was the reason behind him telling his majesty the truth one year later and it had to do with the three desires. One, his majesty had to overlook who he wanted to be with and he should never suggest marriage again. Two, grant that he and everyone who wanted to be with those of the same gender, be pardoned until the day our master died and three, that if he found someone of no status or from the prisons, said person would have his past erased and

Wait, is that true? "Just kidding," said the prince out of the blue, his voice warm and gentle, and sat back down without saying anything else about him. Danger alert. The other prince shot up from his seat and contrary to his twin, he didn't bother to put up a smile. "Guren Cairox Samudra, eighteen years old. A prince from the Kingdom of Malecoy—who is older between me and Lazul is none of your business—a member of Sierpenti and the second ranker of this year." He plopped down his spot and shifted his two-colored eyes on me, then gave me a grin so bright and wide.

I saw a castle filled with children of my own and a kingdom that I would make sure to live up to the legacy of my father. But I am far from what I have anticipated my future to be. I am stripped off of everything I have ever known. I don’t have a crown nor a title. I am orphaned on the day I turned eighteen. I have lost the love of my life. I have lost my people and my kingdom. I have turned from a Princess who came from a lineage of ancient descent to a captive who has nothing but a beaten-up body.