King's Cage Victoria Aveyard Novels & Stories

I know she isn't and still wishes for things to be different. Ever since she got here, I have watched her trained to become the woman she is today. Strong and resilient and ready to make her enemies pay for their crime and I couldn't be more proud of her. Who am I kidding though, she was Avalon after all, the Alpha king princess and that fact alone is a reminder that, nothing is impossible for a Vega to achieve. My thought wandered back to everything that happened at breakfast today and sighed in deeply. The thought of her seeing me differently was starting to make my head spin so bad.

Shut the door and climbed back into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” He said, banging on the dash. THE END **Thank you for reading Rise of a Queen. I hope you enjoyed the adventure. And is it truly the end?** Find out what happened to King Kellen in the third installment of The Delta’s Daughter. The Gladiator Wolf King – Book 3 will concentrate on Kellen and more of your favorite characters. I hope you will join me on a new adventure. The Gladiator Wolf King - Completed and out now!

There are no guards around, just a mass of people, which I melt into. And upon the stage, is Vaia, standing tall, wearing a long, deep violet cloak that reaches all the way down to her ankles. Her hair is wound up and covered by a hood, covering herself from the soft drizzle of rain that I hadn’t even realised had begun to fall. In fact, all my clothes are damp from it. I’ve been too focused on my run here to care.

jenny said breathless “why is she doing that?” little ava asked in surprise “because she just barged into her kings room” bethany said smiling “but she didnt did she, she just followed me in” little ava said “jenny get up its alright” he said instead “wait im not supposed to do that am i?” little ava said with a frown as jenny stood but kept her head bowed saying nothing “actually...” bethany started “good god no” he said over bethany making bethany look in surprise his way

The doors slowly swing open, and Lady Victoria walks down the aisle in a breathtaking white gown embroidered with golden thread; a long veil covers her face, delicate gloves, and crystal heels tap softly against the marble floor as every eye follows her. She already looks like a queen, and the sight makes Morgana question her decision to stay. Once Victoria becomes queen and Luna, she will stop at nothing to destroy her. At the altar stands Alpha King Kieran. He looks every bit the powerful ruler, broad-shouldered and commanding, dressed in royal black fur and shining gold armor. But his eyes are wild, burning with a dark, unnatural fire fueled by the wolfsbane in his system. Victoria reache

Scented candles in small glass jars were placed thoughtfully around the room, not too many, just enough to set a gentle mood without risking any mishap. The king-sized bed drew her attention next. Rose petals were scattered across the white duvet in the shape of a heart, and on top of the pillows rested two white towels folded into a pair of doves, their beaks touching. The sight made her smile so wide her cheeks ached. Ethan noticed. He leaned against the wall near the door, arms folded across his chest, his gaze fixed on her with quiet satisfaction. “Do you like it?” he asked softly.

Mason replied. “I will not allow it,” Valerie said, blocking their path. “This is disrespectful.” “It is the king’s order,” Mason said coldly. “Stand aside or you will be hurt…..and I don't want to hurt you” he said staring at her eyes with something he's been battling with for sometimew He pushed past her. The guards followed, searching chests, cabinets, wardrobes. Every corner. Every drawer. Nothing. Hope flickered inside Valerie….not like she doubted. But everything is certain in this kingdom

Not right now. With a smile, the beast showed off his razor-sharp, bloody teeth. He believed he had me. I believed I was finished. However, he was unaware of the stakes I had in this battle. My thoughts were filled with Vera's face—her wide, terrified eyes as she sat by herself in that chilly dungeon, imprisoned by King Sylvester - her large, terrified eyes as she sat by herself in that chilly cage, ensnared in the might and deceit of King Sylvester. This was something I had to win. For her. For us.

Victoria stood up, her gait slow and deliberate. She trailed her fingers over the intricate carvings on the mahogany desk in the corner of the room. Her father had selected this prison for her with careful consideration—everything she could possibly need was here, except freedom. But what Don Victor didn't understand was that Victoria wasn't a woman who waited for opportunity to come knocking on her door. She created them.

I could threaten to make her life a living hell if she doesn’t. Victoria stepped fully into the room, the tray balanced carefully in her hands, and her eyes landed back on me…handcuffed to the heavy wooden bedpost like some kind of criminal. For a second she kept staring. Then her lips twitched. A snort escaped, and suddenly she was laughing…bright, unrestrained laughter that filled the quiet room and made her shoulders shake. “Oh goddess,” she gasped between chuckles, setting the tray down on the side table. “The king actually chained you up? I thought he was joking when he gave the order not to get the cuff off you. I thought he was talking about some mental cuff or whatever.”