King's Cage Novels & Stories

One of the men that had taken you replied. "The king’s son is coming today." The other man stated as he watched you with sinister eyes. "Make sure she looks presentable." They strip the blinds away. Adjusting to the dim, torch lit room, you notice the stack of wet hay flooding the rough floor as well as the misty dark metal. You start to panic. How on earth did you end up in a dungeon! Looking up in horror, you noticed something fairly odd about the men. They all seemed to protrude long canine teeth that resembled those fangs of a vampire.

This was the last of the dungeons and probably this was where the Queen had shifted the King. Out of five, two dungeons were accessible to everyone in the castle while three remained a secret, probably to the most. Damian and Andrew approached the direction from where the sound was coming while I hovered behind them. We realised that it was coming from one of the cages. Damian and I gasped when we saw the frail silhouette of someone. Damian was about to reach out when Andrew stopped him. “These cages are made out of silver.” We stood back while Andrew managed to break the cage with his magic.

I writhe uncomfortably against the metal cut of the cuffs, wishing I had Marek's cool mask. Framing the entrance to the building, sits a perfectly manicured hedge, making my eyes narrow. This is a King. A real King. We are going to face him, be sentenced... Maybe he will kill us, even. Inside, the building transforms. In an atrium style, the ceiling is glass, forming a mullioned dome over a massive space that extends magnificently before me. A centrepiece swirls upward, ivy vines curling around an ornate statue, spouting water from it's mouth. I blink once, twice, as if this elysian paradise might just vanish and reveal this has been nothing but an elaborate dream.

I'm the CEO of a publicly traded company, and I'm worth three billion dollars. Ten years ago, I dumped my broke boyfriend Ethan Shaw and left for Wall Street. Everyone said Vivian Quinn was cold-blooded and ruthless, a maniac who only cared about money. Then a car accident somehow transported me into another world. I woke up as a penniless housewife! Ethan Shaw, the ex who should have hated my guts, was suddenly my husband! And there was a five-year-old son tagging along. What a joke. How could I ever fall for a freeloader who spent all day in the kitchen or a pint-size boy who spent every day clinging to my leg? But just as I was determined to find my way back, I realized something wasn't r

A lot of tension could be seen on the faces of three women, and for an unexplained reason, Roseline was among those three. "Great people of Gaza Kingdom" the royal priest began. "it's indeed, a blessed day for us all today - day we'll be honoring an important event. "Today, the King gets to chose his bride. Today, he gets to chose a Queen for us all. Today, we get to honor her. And for the first thing, I need the two brides to please step out here". Valerie looked nervous as she walked out, With Kaylan as well. Their heads were both bowed as they walked out and stood at the right hand side of the stage.

Katty thought irritably. "Honey, would you like to see it?" The king repeated his question. "Oh, your highness. Yes, I want to see it." Katty replied, nodding. The king invited Katty to walk in front of him. "Just open it. The door isn't locked," said the king. Katty put her hand on the door. "Awwww!" Katty suddenly screamed and then let her hand go from the door. She looks in pain. The king immediately grabbed Katty's hand and examined it. "What's the matter, dear? Did something bite you? Are you hurt?" The king panicked. Katty stepped back slowly. Her face was pale. "Excuse me, your majesty, I have to go back to the room. My hand hurts." Katty replied and hurried back to the room. King Van

“Find an empty room in the maids’ wing. Confine Evelyn Caddel there. No one is to enter. Flynn will assign guards to the door. You will bring her meals yourself.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” Mr. Barrett bowed low. Skyla stormed up beside him, seemingly intent on challenging his decision. “Your Majesty, she attempted murder! And she may be involved with the rebels. She belongs in the dungeons!” Cole turned his head slowly. His face was a mask of calm, devoid of emotion—and somehow that made him even more terrifying. “Are you suggesting the King doesn’t know how to handle his own prisoner?” Skyla froze. “No, I—”

“Tell me—when she kissed you, did you feel stronger? Or did you feel the cracks in your soul deepen?” Kael moved forward, but Cradle grabbed his wrist. “He wants to provoke you,” she said. “Don’t let him.” But Kael’s stare never left the chained reflection. “What do you want?” The King leaned back lazily. “A trade.” Cradle narrowed her eyes. “You’re chained. You have nothing to bargain with.” He laughed. “Oh, little spark. I don’t want out. I want in.” Kael’s blood ran cold. “In…?”

I interrupted her, "Don't call me honey. It disgusts me. When you were having fun with Greg in the car, did you ever think about this day? When you were trying to kick me out of the house, did you ever think about this day? This is the path you chose, and you'll see it through, even if you have to crawl to get to the end of it." With that said, I rolled up the car window. Joanna desperately clung to the car door. "No! Don't go! Noah, you can't be so cruel!" As she watched my departing car, her eyes filled with remorse. If only... Unfortunately, there were no do-overs in life. The light turned green. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped away. At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice in my mi

I would remain physically his wife and stay inside this cage he built and locked me inside… but spiritually, emotionally, and mentally I would be completely free, independent, and forever beyond his reach and control. He could lock me inside this house… but he could never lock my spirit or my soul. He could strip away my rights and public status… but he could never strip away my dignity, my pride, and my true worth which came from within myself and not from him or his name. He could bring hundreds of women and treat them like queens and goddesses… but he could never, ever make me feel small, inferior, or worthless because I knew perfectly well exactly who I was and exactly what I truly deser