The Captive Kingdom Novels & Stories

Mustafa who is now with Zoe wants to live a new life again after going through hell in his marriage with Cassie but with the children they have standing in the way, how does he function properly as the husband to Zoe and as a father to the children he has with Cassie? Cassie is left to deal with the misery, trying to patch all of the broken pieces together after so much has been ruined. Would she ever get a renewal of love and life itself when there's unprecedented polyandry standing in the way? Aren't you excited for this??? Ooh la la! Until next time, see you in The Captor, sequel to The Captive! One more thing, you can read The Captive on GoodNovel now and you can also purchase it on Okad

Then— A finger slid under my chin. Slow. Controlled. Commanding. He lifted my face. I met the eyes of the man I’d been trained to kill since childhood. Cold, dark, intelligent eyes. A king in the shape of a monster. Dante Valenti. He looked down at me like he already owned me. “Look at that,” he murmured. “My little captive finally awake.” I let my lips part, voice trembling on cue. “P-please… don’t hurt me…” His gaze sharpened, amused.

And at the slightest chance I get, I'm going to reclaim my freedom and re-unite with all my family members. "Yes, Cera," I say. "We will be free again, one day." I was so distracted by my thoughts and my conversation with Cera that I didn't realize that the cart had stopped. Two soldiers grunt and strain as they place the cages on the ground and open the doors for the captives to crawl out. I can't see past the cages that surrounds me so it's hard to make out what the citizens look like or what the Kingdom is like. "Isla." Cera whimpers my name as her cage is hoisted up in the air and placed on the ground. Her cage is opened and she crawls out slowly like a tortoise.

Iron shackles clamped tightly around his wrists, a brutal iron muzzle covering his mouth, and a collar that sparked with jolts of energy around his neck. She rubbed her eyes several times to make sure she was seeing correctly. She was indeed seeing correctly. She saw the Alpha King of the realm, Axel Voss—the untouchable ruler of the realm, the conqueror, the scourge of God, the embodiment of raw power—stood humbled before them, as a slave, as a captive.

I thought the pain from rejection would have been a lot worse, but it wasn't as bad as everyone said it would be. The Caputo kingdom. The kingdom in which I will be living, The Alpha King, has set rules that have to be followed the punishment if those rules are disobeyed? Death. No, exceptions. The rumors spread about how The Alpha King hates women. So he forces all the unmated she-wolves into slavery; if you don't find your mate by seventeen, the Alpha king decides your fate. Rumors also spread about how ruthless, cruel, and unable to love. I hope he has mercy on me.

In amazement the King's aid said; "capture? great one, do you intend to fight against their kingdom?" This time the King laughed even louder, "I am not putting up a war against them; I am going there to raise my new breeds of prisoners after I have captured them all; I will be using the King's skull as my next wine cup, his cup will be my special cup." Shamugar the King of the Kingdom of the southern region said emphatically. This time is aid paused... "my King, I beg to suggest to

I approached one of the captives, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and resignation. “You fought well,” I said, my voice firm but respectful. “Tell me, what drove you to take up arms against our kingdom?” The rebel’s gaze hardened, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his voice as he replied, “We seek change. We believe in a different future, one that challenges the current order.” Prince Vaemond stepped forward, his voice filled with authority. “Change is possible, but violence and rebellion are not the answers,” he stated firmly. “We are here to restore peace and justice, to create a better world for all.”

he asked, Klaus pushed himself up far enough from his chair to open one of his desk drawers, took out a sealed folder and tossed it in front of Peter. "The truth is, Anika is my prisoner, I will keep her captive until she gives me what I need, and if she does not return my merchandise, she will pay the consequences"

"Prince Arsh!" Why is he here? Why was he captured by the soldiers of Lacandia? It can't be! He is now a captive of Queen Emily. Who will be left in the Kingdom of Norland if Queen Emily continues to capture the Princes? It would be difficult to protect the Kingdom of Norland by chance. One by one they reduced the would be enemy before they could carry out the war. Queen Emily is smart and it’s tricky to play. She is too deceptive in her actions. She really planned her attacks well.

Alessandro stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "At my side," he murmured. A shiver ran down my spine, but I refused to let him see it. "You want to understand me?" he continued, his voice soft, almost hypnotic. "Then learn this—I don’t lose. Not in war. Not in business. And certainly not when it comes to you." My pulse pounded in my ears. This wasn’t just a prison. It was a kingdom. And Alessandro wasn’t just a captor. He was the king.