Captivity Novels & Stories

I've come to realize that the more time I spend around Javier, whether alone or in the midst of company, my little brain gets fogged up and sends the wrong signal to… my heart. It even feels off saying it and I know why. It's because I shouldn't feel this way towards my captor. Yes he's impossibly attractive and what I think a man should be like but that's just about it. I don't even know him well enough like that.

were the words that kept flashing in my mind like a bolt of lightning. However, I wasn't stupid enough to accept it at face value. The castle of King Sylvester was a stronghold. I had been held captive here for weeks with no chance of escape. Still, the idea kept coming back to me, as though it were attempting to persuade me. I leaned my head against the chilly stone and embraced my knees to my chest. My independence and options had been taken from me by the castle, but my defiance remained intact. I held fast to that, even if it meant incurring Sylvester and his elders' wrath.

She knew, deep down, that she could never betray his trust, for her love for him was unwavering and boundless. In the suffocating silence of her captivity, Caitlin's cries echoed through the room, a plea for salvation that hung in the air. "Where are you? Save me, please!" Her voice trembled with fear and desperation, a cry for help that seemed to go unanswered. Finally, her strength waned, and she collapsed to the cold, unforgiving floor, her body quivering with both fear and resolve.

When she sees us approaching, her expression shifts through relief, professional satisfaction, and something that might be wistful acceptance. "Everyone's accounted for," she reports. "Seventeen captives total, all alive, various stages of recovery needed." Various stages of recovery. The phrase encompasses more than just physical healing from drugs and restraints. These people have been traumatized by imprisonment and experimentation, separated from families and packs, treated as research subjects rather than individuals. The recovery process is going to be long and complex for everyone involved. "Thank you," Brynlee says to Harper, her voice still weak but sincere. "For helping him find me

"Me. Mate." I wasn't given time to process his words. The creature immediately grabbed onto the chains, breaking them from me. He freed my wrists but in turn grabbed me from the ground, carrying me bridal style, holding me captive in his arms. I pressed closer to him against my will, nuzzling my face into his soft fur, inhaling his magnificent scent with questions at the tip of my tongue. Who are you? Why do you like me? What does this mean?are we truly mates?

Celine nods, seriously, “I left him asleep; he woke and I wasn’t there, he panicked and ran out of the room to this balcony looking over the living room where I was laying on the sofa on my back with my legs in the air. He came out shouting, ‘Where is she?’, he looks down at me and I meow. Fi, Sammy and Nate all burst out laughing, he takes a moment but joins in eventually. That was an interesting day. My first day of freedom after eleven years in a basement chained to a wall.” Frida stops in her tracks and looks at her, Celine realises she hadn’t known. “Oh, Frida. I’m sorry. I thought you knew, it’s fairly common knowledge now.” Frida comes up to her, and takes her hand. “You were a captiv

Feeling uneasy, I nodded briskly before I asked how my friend was as I dragged my chains out of his office. “She is resting,” Nikolai asserted roughly. Exhaling my relief I licked my lips as I peeked up at him. “So all the comets hitting were a false flag to capture humans?” I asked nonchalantly. His brow rose as he studied my face momentarily until he growled firmly, “Yes, we sell them for blood slaves to others who need them while some are kept by those who capture them.” Startled by his bluntness I continued my questioning. “Is the government also involved and why kill the older ones?”

“You’ll soon understand how things work here. Every new captive gets a… test. A fight.” “A fight?” I repeated. “Yes,” she whispered. “They’ll make you fight another new captive. Whoever wins stays. The loser dies within seven days.” Her words chilled me. “What?” I said in a low voice, my heart pounding. She nodded slowly. “I’ve been here for four months. That’s how they welcome new members. Nobody leaves this place easily. The only way out is to die or obey.” My chest tightened. Four months? She had survived here for four whole months?

A specialized cell. I tried to move. Immediately I realized it wasn’t just my wings that were fixed. My arms and legs were fastened to the metal floor and wall with heavy, magnetic restraints so that I could only sit half-upright. The cuffs were clearly designed to hold down the strength of our kind. Panic washed over me in a sudden, cold wave. Not for my own captivity. “Sadira!” My voice was raw, barely more than a whisper. Something moved in the darker corner of the cell.

This boy who had helped me gain freedom, who had expressed his love for me, had just been killed by Fiorenzo. Fiorenzo was a ruthless executioner. He had killed my hope for the future. His large boat pulled alongside. Several burly men had already jumped onto my deck. I was roughly dragged before him. "Fiorenzo Ricci, you lunatic." I roared at him hoarsely. "You imprisoned me for seven years, then brought home a woman to humiliate me. I want to leave, but you refuse to let go. What exactly do you want?" "Imprisoned?" Fiorenzo looked hurt.