Prisoner Zuko Ao3 Novels & Stories

"You've got to be kidding me. Do you know how long we have been working on this? But it took you less than two days to crack it. What kind of a brain do you have?" "I don't know," I chuckled lightly. "There is only one person who would have been able to pull this up, and that person is Princess Ashina. Unfortunately, the lovely princess is dead but I guess we have her reincarnated here." Damon tapped me lightly on the shoulder. Well, her reincarnation is indeed here, literally. "I hope I will not get into trouble because of this?" I asked him. "What do you mean? Why should you be in trouble for being a brain box?"

It was a chilling display of power, a stark reminder of the depths of evil that could lurk within those entrusted with authority. The flashback dissolved as I heard a soft knock on the door, returning me to the present. I opened my eyes to find Lynn, one of our trusted team members, standing before me. Her presence pulled me away from the abyss of my memories, grounding me in the reality of our mission. "Lynn," I muttered, my voice tinged with gratitude and detachment. "What is it?" She took a deep breath, her eyes filled with concern and urgency. "Aaron, I've been digging into Zea's past and uncovered some unsettling information. We need to talk."

Isla pov "Touch me again," I say to the guard blocking my path, my voice coming out low and deadly, "and I'll break your wrist, chains or no chains." The beta freezes, his hand hovering inches from my shoulder where he was about to shove me back into my cell. Confusion flickers across his face because omegas don't threaten, don't snarl, don't look at guards like they're already planning exactly where to strike. "What did you just say?” he asks… disbelief coating every word.

Zuko stirred within me, his presence growing stronger. Her neck was bare—too bare. Zuko didn’t like that. My mark should’ve been there, a clear symbol of who she belonged to. Only then would she understand that I was her Alpha. My gaze drifted to her lips again, and this time, I couldn’t resist. I leaned in, capturing her mouth with mine.

"If the rest of the Coven sees you like this, your sovereignty is over. You’re no longer a predator. You’re a casualty." "I can't... I can't see the floor anymore, Klaus," Zilo whimpered, his head lolling against Klaus’s shoulder as the world continued to dissolve into a violet-tinted nightmare. "Everything is just... her."

Before she could process it, Aaron shoved two slick fingers into her mouth. “Mmph!” Zoe’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t expected him to be this depraved. The man was a monster. His rough fingers stroked against her soft palate and her trembling tongue. The faint, salty tang of her own arousal filled her mouth. He stood up, towering over her, his possessive gaze boring into her tear-filled eyes. “Not bad, right?” Aaron whispered. He suddenly hoisted her up and tossed her onto the small bamboo bed. Zoe’s back hit the mattress with a thud, and she couldn’t help but let out a sharp cry. The bamboo frame groaned under the weight, sounding as if it might collapse at any moment.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

She had not said anything about me taking away her nightmares yet, but I could not just stand here while my mate was reliving her torture top 40s. I knelt next to the bed and grabbed her hand, focusing on utilizing my gift. There was not much I could do except this. At least I could share her burden. The Toris fucker stood in front of Ziyah who was shackled and strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross. Her body was covered in bruises, welts, and blood.

Chapter Thirty One Aaron’s POV Perched in my grand chair on the rooftop garden, I indulge in the decadence of a cigar, its smoke intertwining with the night air. The city below, a mesmerising tapestry of lights, serves as a backdrop to my calculated actions. My fingers glide over the sleek bow, arrows catching the moonlight menacingly. The prisoners below quiver, their fear palpable. I speak, my voice commanding obedience, as the sharp arrows find their marks with lethal precision. Each release is a declaration of my unyielding dominance.

I said in between kisses. "About what?" "Crazy make up sex after an argument" He chuckled, lifting me off the ground. ... "What's this?" I asked Zeke when he handed me a small wooden box that smelt strongly of herbs. We were in Jonathan's office with Cara, Jaden, Rylee and Vincent. "It's a prison cell" Zeke stated and I raised a brow. "Prison cell? For an insect? Or a mouse?" He chuckled. "Your humor is something else, Andrea. It's for the demon"