King's Cage Victoria Aveyard Novels & Stories

He turned away from the window and marched to the door. "Margo!" He called and the door opened swiftly, revealing the guard. "My King!" He bowed respectfully. "Get me, Valerie". * * Valerie was fixing her nails in the room when a guard showed up and informed her that the King wanted her in his Chambers. "Why?" She asked with her eyes so wide and heavy. "I don't know, Mistress. He just summons you now" the guard bowed and left. "Misstrss!" Her maid beamed immediately. She had been the one fixing the nails for her.

Outside the study window, the morning sun climbed higher over the mountains. But far away in the city— Victoria Hale woke up in her penthouse apartment. A satisfied smile on her face. She believed the King family was collapsing exactly as planned. She poured herself a glass of champagne. Completely unaware— That the evidence exposing her entire game was already on its way. And within a few hours… The hunter would become the hunted.

"I had Cassian bring in some clothes from the safehouse. They’re in the foyer. Real clothes, Zara. Not the 'Donna' armor." I stood up, my legs feeling like they belonged to someone else. I walked to the window, the floorboards groaning under my weight. Outside, the Vance gardens were a gothic nightmare—a jungle of thorns, dying roses, and ivy that had strangled the stone cherubs until they looked like they were screaming.

I could barely hear the king ask what I meant by that over the shocked gasps from the crowd that surrounded us over my boldness and lack of respect. “You seem disappointed not to be presented with a child-like body,” I said as I smoothed my hand over my breasts and hips. “I know you were expecting one. So, I ask you again if you are a pedophile.” “You go too far girl,” the king roared. His eyes flashed with green and red speckles, just as Sergeant Org said they would. “I went too far you mean,” I chuckled brazenly, “and with a vampire king, no less.” I walked closer to King Orvis until I was standing only inches away and he could hear me whisper, “You see, a king has already made me his qu

During the night security in the harem was tight but in the day she could roam wherever she pleased, however limited. The library is where she spent all her time, no one went there, not even the King. She’d read lots of books, mostly ones of adventure and the outside world. And in this place she saw the prince. Clang! Clang! She heard weapons clashing against one another. Keanna sprung to her feet and wrapped her robe around her, she ran off outside. This was her last chance to live and step outside. For when a new king ascends the throne, the women of the previous King will either be released or killed. There was no guarantee she’d escape safely, however she still wanted to leave.

I just can't get past the pain in my chest at the sight of him touching her. "I was only interested in this program, actually, so speaking with you would be enlightening to me. Please," Octavius says as he gestures to the door. Immediately my palms begin to sweat, and a massive ball of anxiety lodges in my throat, but I nod anyway. I don't want to be disrespectful. I mean, he is a lot older than he looks, and he is a freaking King. I gather my things and slide them into my bag before standing. I keep my eyes on the floor because I know if I look up again, I will blush. I don't want him to think even worse of me, especially since his mate is here.

"The car held a first-aid kit, top-shelf liquor, and three hundred brand-new Brownings. "What's your call on handling them? Your wish is my command." With those words, a hush fell over the hall, thick and heavy as a tomb. I could feel Nolan's stare, sharp as a blade on my skin, but I did not look back. "Sophia!" Nolan's voice, laced with restrained fury, came from behind me. "Are you out of your mind? Do you even know who William Vincent is? He's got more blood on his hands than the entire Winston clan!"

Was my love for him reason enough to justify endless sacrifice? Because I was meek and sensible, did that mean I had to yield over and over again? A sharp ache seized my heart, stealing my breath. At last, with trembling fingers, I picked up the pen that felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and signed my name. He pulled me into his arms, relieved. "Adam, don't worry. I won't let you down. Once this is over, I'll remarry you. You can stay here as before. Your identity will only change for a short while."

They carry me, I can't resist, can't fight, the vervain has paralyzed me. We reach the castle, down to the dungeons, but not my old cell. A new one, deeper, darker, worse. They chain me to the wall, not just my wrists and ankles, they chain my waist, my chest, my legs, every part of me. And every chain is soaked in vervain. The burning never stops, never eases, just constant, overwhelming, maddening. "The king wants to see you," one guard says, "he's very disappointed."

“Take her.” The seam yanked harder. Kieran’s grip slipped. My mother screamed. Vesper shouted my name. Rowan’s command shattered in the air. And as I fell into blackness, the last thing I saw was the Hollow King stepping forward, reaching down—not to save me— but to catch me like property returning to its owner. His silver eyes met mine as the darkness swallowed the chamber. “Welcome to the second cage,” he whispered. And the world below opened its eyes.