Romans & histoires The Captive Kingdom

"Oh okay." The more realization settled within me, the more my tears threatened to spill and I didn't want to cry. I didn't want him to see me cry again, that would show him that his plan is working. I couldn't imagine a life of captivity waiting patiently for when your captor agrees to take your life and end your misery while meeting your family on the other side as the only flicker of happiness existing within you. It wouldn't take long before we reach his kingdom and his plan begins to unfold. I wonder whom he would kill first and how he was going to end their life and how he would choose to end me when he was done with them.

Staring around the room I was standing in, it was wide, just like every other room the villa has; the walls were tall, and the king-sized bed lay at the center of the room with curtains around it. Everything in the room screamed royalty, from the bed to the gigantic portrait of Hardy on the wall. He looked fine. It was definitely his room. The room had no windows but just bright lights that could make someone go blind. The room was captivating and rich, yet it felt empty. I turned to the thick doors and realized there was no way I could ever escape. Maybe for tonight. I wasn't going to give up, nope. not yet. My story would not end here. I couldn’t just wake up, get kidnapped, and be someone

“Centuries ago, there was a land that was filled with nothing but chaos. It was inhabited by rebels that always sought war against neighboring lands in order to conquer their own kingdom. When that land almost met their demise, a mysterious deity who called himself Kasarinlan appeared before them and saved them from completely falling to the pits, “The deity offered them divine powers and told them to transform the land into a kingdom of peace and prosperity. In exchange, they must vow eternal loyalty to the deity and offer a proper maiden that will be born in every generation and she is destined to carry Kasarinlan’s child. And so, the Kabinihan kingdom came forth.” An old man was reciting

I’d burn the world to ash before I bowed to anyone. The name of her captor was a wound I couldn’t stop prodding: Lucien Grey. I knew that name, that pack. The Greys were ghosts, shadows from a war that had scarred my youth, a brutal clash that carved my path to alpha. I was barely sixteen, all lanky limbs and raw anger, when my father fell, his throat torn out by a Grey wolf under a blood-red moon. That same war took Selene’s parents, left her an orphan, her mother’s howl a fading echo in the tales. Was this Lucien’s revenge, some twisted plan to settle old scores? I didn’t know, and that ignorance gnawed at me, a hunger I couldn’t sate.

On our wedding anniversary, Eugene tied me up on the rooftop of an unfinished building. He sat calmly before me, playing a video with deliberate slowness. In the video, my father knelt repeatedly, begging Eugene for my sake. My eyes burned with rage, but Eugene kicked me violently, snapping, "Do you feel distressed seeing your father like this? But how can it compare to even a fraction of the sorrow I felt when I lost Megan?" The sudden pain caused me to arch my back, and darkness clouded my vision, almost sending me into unconsciousness, yet I was powerless to scream.

Raw, merciless, and dripping with lust, this is a story of a king who would burn kingdoms for the perfect fuck. Chapter 1: The Royal Claim King Torvald lounged on his massive obsidian throne, one leg draped over the armrest, as the heavy doors of the great hall swung open and his returning war party dragged in their latest prizes. At thirty eight, Torvald was a mountain of a man, broad-shouldered, thick with muscle from years of conquest, his dark hair streaked with silver and his body marked by scars that only made him more imposing. His cock, already half-hard beneath his crimson robes, twitched at the sight of the newest captive: a towering barbarian warrior captured from the northern tri

“But you’ll never see him.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “Him?” I demanded. Maxwell laughed weakly, blood dripping from his mouth. “You didn’t know?” His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. “She was pregnant when we captured her.” The world seemed to tilt. “You’ll never meet your son,” he whispered. Then he collapsed , his eyes vacant as i screamed around him. The vision shifted again. Years passed. The kingdom flourished. Children ran through the streets without fear. Markets were filled with laughter.

He rests assured that those four guards are more than enough for the attackers. " I do not know what those enemies want. Is it envy or what? They to be like us, but that is not how to get it done. They think killing my people will make them great or make them fearful. That is definitely a lie. Abasia Kingdom will not give in to any threat from any nations or Kingdoms." The king said. After everything was over, Princess Diana caught a glimpse of the captive. He did expect the captivated enemy to be a man. But it was not. It was a woman. Well, not even a woman A girl.

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.

The captain swept his eyes around the expressionless death soldiers before speaking. “The Fressia Kingdom prohibits the existence of death soldiers in its territory. I don’t know which force you came from, but I need to take you in for questioning for the purpose of your trip.” The captain glanced at King Regor’s trusted subordinate before waving his hand to let the encirclement of soldiers capture and tie everyone from the small envoy.