Prisoner Of The Golden Headband Novels & Stories

His mouth felt dry and he still felt burn marks on where the gag touched his face. As Eldion looked around him, he noticed that Casser and Mira also had their gags and cloth bags removed and were likewise trying to discern where they were. Suddenly, a man emerged from the shadows. He had a green band around his forehead and on his chest gleamed a triangular stone. “Welcome to our secret camp!” said the man as he looked at the three prisoners who had just been brought in.

Her thin, pale fingers reached behind her neck and unclasped a silver chain, revealing a polished emerald pendant. It was a rich green, smooth and warm against my skin, carrying a quiet, reassuring glow. With trembling hands, she fastened the chain around my neck. "This pendant was given to me by your grandmother, a blessing for a lifetime of peace. "I'm giving it to you now. I don’t wish for you to be rich or powerful—only to live a safe and peaceful life." There was sorrow in her gaze—the kind only a mother would have in her final moments, knowing she was about to leave her child behind.

I quickly categorized them all while I located the things I needed. Jason stopped me at the entrance, patting me down to make sure I didn’t sneak anything out, before whispering in my ear. “If you embarrass me again, then I’ll hand you over to Janet and tell her not to hold back. Already your facing her wrath, fuck up again and you're all hers.” I shivered visibly, not even needed to fake it. Thanks to my new cloths and the haircut I gave myself before I was captured back at the Lodge, none of the prisoners recognized me yet. I could see that some of them were weakly sitting around and chatting inside the cage.

It was a prison, but a curated one. David undressed her slowly, as if undressing devotion. His hands didn’t tremble, but his eyes did. As he secured her wrists to the wrought iron bedposts with leather cuffs, he inhaled deeply—like her skin was the last thing tethering him to sanity. Three forged letters sat waiting on his desk. One for Marlene. One for Talia. One addressed to him, crafted like a journal entry. All carefully worded, all lies. All that remained was her handwriting to make the fantasy believable.

The morning air at the old Pratama estate was thick with the scent of damp earth and neglected memories. Adrian led Dinara through the front door, his hand firmly gripping the short chain of the handcuffs that bound her wrists together. Behind them, two burly guards stood like statues near the entrance. "Don't take too long, Dinara," Adrian warned, his eyes scanning the dusty foyer. "The smell of Rendra’s failure in this house is giving me a headache." "I told you, it’s just the photo. It’s in the back," Dinara replied, her voice trembling as she avoided looking at the spot on the marble floor where Rendra had bled.

Such acts had grave consequences and endangered the peace and stability of their society. The guard had no choice but to collect proof of the elder's devious schemes. In order to get a little sample of the illicit gunpowder, he made the decision to take off his guard headband, which served as a mark of his official status. He was going to show the Alpha this incriminating evidence, thus he was keeping it discreetly on his person.

“Did you notice them? They were conversing as though they had known one other for ages...” “Whatever,” Chaos said to Nail. “They look awesome...as partners.” “How can you say that?” Ember inquired of Nail. “When she arrived, our leader confirmed her virginity... Did you forget about that?” “But her blood turned to gold,” Nail showed with her talk. “ It denotes that she belonged to the crown prince upon her arrival in Frozen Crescent. She is our crown prince’s possession.” “I know about her history of arriving,” Alaso, who had recently joined their gossips, said. “Do you absolutely know?” Nail asked Alaso.

"But what about you? Are you innocent?" "Zale gave me the Golden Apple! Your parents forced you out of the temple! Philon called me Mom!" "I just played along! You are the real murderers!" Her voice echoed outside the empty temple. But no one heard her anymore. Selene looked at her crazy state. She felt zero pity. This is what traitors get. Abandoned by everyone. Lonely and desperate. "Kressa, do you like this punishment for Melora?" Selene asked in her heart.

Garrick's voice exploded through the main hall. “Bring me the child!” The healing wing erupted into chaos. We rushed toward the noise, warriors lined the corridors. Weapons drawn. Fear spread like wildfire. Then I saw him. A prisoner dragged forward between Garrick's men. Bound. Bruised. Head hanging low. Something about him felt familiar. Rohan went rigid beside me. The prisoner slowly lifted his head. For a heartbeat I couldn't breathe. Kael. Ropes around his wrists. Blood at his temple. Alive.

Please let my phone be okay, please. Fingers clamp around my ear and twist, bringing my attention back to the angry mob and their ring leader. I stifle a groan against the electric jolt of pain, as the boy drags my head closer and spits, “Do you know how much that’s worth?” “Is it mute?” I hear someone whisper before someone else sharply taps my cheek, hard enough to leave it stinging. “Carter asked you a question, idiot!” I frantically shake my head no and he scoffs mockingly, towering over me. “Of course. It's more than the part of your fees you could afford to scrape together, you dumb fuck.”