King's Cage Victoria Aveyard Novels & Stories

The supervisor in charge of us took us to the Lycan King’s private chamber and it was a beautiful sight to behold , the island is very beautiful in general but the Alexander’s private chamber is spectacular. As I walked into the Lycan King’s luxurious apartment and private chambers, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The beauty of the space was both breathtaking and intimidating. The high ceilings, marble floors, and famous art sculptures spoke of wealth and power, and the dark tones of the walls added a sense of mystery and danger to the space.

From the time when Tiara told him about her accident in which Dora died in order to save her. ‘Night, are you listening?’ ‘I’m, human. Control your emotions for now and observe the things for now.' Night, she said calmly. ‘Find those bastards who tortured Ara and about the other part that is messing with our mind. I swear, human, I will unleash hell and bathe in blood, showing the people behind all this that no one mess with what is mine." * The moment Wylder walked into the room, he saw that his room was all messed up with canvas paper. The papers that she used for painting were nearby, and a fuming Princess was standing near the window, looking outside. He kicked the tension out of his min

She stumbled back half a step, the robe shifting open before she yanked it closed again, fingers bunching the fabric at her waist. “I am not afraid,” I turned away from her and poured another drink, the bottle clinking against the glass. A few drops splashed onto my hand, but I did not bother wiping them off. “She won’t marry him. Kings do not marry slaves.” Victoria came up behind me again. I smelled her perfume before I felt her — that sharp floral note crawling into my lungs. “She isn’t a slave anymore,” she whispered. “She’s property of the King. And men like him do not collect things unless they intend to keep them.”

The penthouse was quiet when we came back from the party. Too quiet. “I would be back,” he placed a kiss on my forehead. Dorian disappeared into his office without a word, leaving me to peel off the black dress and toss it over a chair. The echo of whispers from the ballroom still clung to my skin. The Vale bride. Poor girl. I wandered through the halls, trying to memorize the layout. The place was huge—cold glass and dark wood, built to impress but not to comfort.

royal clan The royal apartments consisted of a series of rooms. Vladyka walked through a small hallway and opened the doors to a huge bedroom. Gesturing Ira to enter, the king grabbed two glasses, filled them with wine and handed one of them to the girl. Sitting down on a chair upholstered in red velvet, the vampire crossed his legs and took a sip of wine. Ira remained standing with a glass in her hand, without touching the treat. - I thought you were dead. - Vragenn finally stated. - And I'm glad that's not the case.

Victoria whispered in the lady's air and began searching the lady's pocket. The moment the lady walked in, she had been watching and targeting the lady's pocket which bulged because she knew that was where her solution lay. Her first smile and everything was when she saw that and hoped. Victoria pushed the lady away and using that opportunity that the lady was trying to recover from the pain, she unlocked the cage with its key and came out. "All done." Victoria clapped and then went over to the lady she had manhandled and bent to her level. Victoria lifted the poor lady dragged her and pushed her into the cage.

I was the one who held the history, the rights, and the position they could never buy, earn, or steal no matter how hard they tried. I would endure Lucas’s coldness, his cruelty, and his punishment silently and calmly… but I would never, ever tolerate or allow any of his mistresses to disrespect, insult, or step on me ever again. I might be trapped inside a gilded cage… but I was definitely NOT broken, defeated, or destroyed. And very soon, Lucas Valeriano and every woman foolish enough to think they had won everything would realize exactly how dangerous and deadly a woman could become… when she finally stops loving and starts protecting herself instead.

"Please—" "Listen to her beg," one of them laughs. "Just like she begged Cassius before he rejected her." How do they know that? No one was there except— The thought cuts off as they force me down the stairs. The cellar doors slam shut with horrible finality. Darkness. Complete, suffocating darkness. "Let me tell you a story," Victoria calls through the doors. "About an omega who thought she could rise above her station. Who got exactly what she deserved."

KADE POV I watch the smoke curl from Brynn’s lips, disappearing into the night air. God, I’ve never wanted to be a cigarette so badly—just to feel those lips wrapped around me. Something in her whispered words makes me shift—a flicker of genuine concern breaking through my professional veneer. “One cage for another. Yeah.” I lean against the railing, letting a brief understanding pass between us. “The difference,” I murmur, “is that Vex’s cage has golden bars. Comfortable prison.”

Kitten raised her hand for silence and spoke icily, “This girl named Ava was found in His Majesty’s room, attempting to seduce him for sex. But she isn’t alone in this crime, her last night’s act is just a glimpse of an enemy’s scheme against the lycan throne.” My Queen was explaining the details of the case, but I couldn’t hear anything after the crime of seducing me. A heavy weight was lifted from my chest, making me feel lighter than a feather. I was literally in tears. The world around me disappeared, as for the first time in my life, I experienced the luxury of being trusted without any explanation. For my entire life, I tried to pacify everyone with reasoning to support me, gaining the