The Captive Kingdom Novels & Stories

When he finally leaves, I hear the soft click of a lock. He's locked me. And that's when I realized for certain: I'm not his wife, but his prisoner.

He did not show the pain. He looked at Corvin’s back as the king led them deeper into the hidden world beneath Valdris. For the first time since his capture, Elowen understood the truth of what he had done. He had stepped into a cage that was not only gold. It was stone, history, and a war waiting to happen. And somewhere above them, the palace searched for its king.

I turned my body slightly, putting one of my legs up on the bench, so that I could look at him better without having to break my neck. “No,” he answered, looking down at the book in his hands. “I’m from the Kingdom of Vinter.” “What’s it like there?” A smile bloomed on his lips as he dreamed himself back to his place of origin. “It’s incredibly beautiful,” he started, while his gaze was locked on the leatherbound book in his hands. “It’s cold, but not freezing,” he explained. “There’s snow all year long, but everything just looks so beautiful like that, frozen in time.” Everything about him screamed love and longing. “The King of Winter is old,” he raised his eyebrows slightly. “He’s the kin

How can I respond to his touch when he’s the one who deprived me of my kingdom and holds me captive? However, before his hand can go any further, something snaps within me and I take as big a step as the shackles holding down my legs would let me before turning to meet his gaze. “I might be your prisoner, but I won't be one of your women,” I say sternly, fuming at his audacity to touch me that way. “Mate or Feo, prisoner or captor, I would rather die than to be sullied by a filthy hybrid who raised my Kingdom to the ground.”

The heavy, suffocating isolation of the dark oak bed finally broke when the late evening shadows began to stretch across the war camp. For an entire day, Dominic had kept Rosalie sealed away from the world, a feral, possessive captor who treated her like a priceless treasure he couldn’t risk letting her out of his sight. But as the distant sound of war horns signaled the arrival of the border factions for the rescheduled council, the Alpha King finally yielded to her quiet, stubborn insistence. He wouldn't keep his queen hidden in the dark forever.

It carries more than five women and some of them are from our kingdom, Kozania. Here we stand at the west side of Farianio to save those women that they caged. They were meant to be sold at the auction they were headed. Where filthy and scum men await them. They are supposed to be auctioned to a bar that is managed by one of the most rich and influential here in this kingdom. The Verdantes easily captured the women for their incomparable strength but they only oppressed those who are lower than them. The poor and the weak, those who cannot defend themselves. The ones from the fallen kingdom, the outcasts.

That the man who’d bruised me—physically and mentally—had somehow found a way to make me care. I glanced at the flowers near my feet, their vibrant reds and yellows seeming almost too cheerful, mocking me. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Maybe it’s Stockholm syndrome," I muttered. The thought tasted like ash in my mouth, but it wasn’t far-fetched. I’d heard the stories: captives falling for their captors, victims finding comfort in their abusers. It was twisted, but it happened. And wasn’t that what this was?

Hana continued to add more. “But the prince has confirmed several kingdoms for our empire, he brought back slaves and so many things for the empire throughout the years,” the same girl who seemed smitten by his looks said. “So what? Why do you think the king kept him away from the kingdom for years? He isn't a full-blood. His blood is cursed. Bound to bring the empire into shambles. He is a threat somehow,” As I listened, a part of me felt a tiny pity for him. He is an enemy of mine, because, at the end of the day, I was captured by his men but…

This confinement is not the end, but rather the catalyst for my triumphant rise. In the depths of my imprisonment, the spark of rebellion flares to life. I am King Alex, and I will not be silenced. The battle for my kingdom has only just begun.

Return Of The Banished Alpha King - Prologue The Caputo kingdom is known to the world, and word of their son's Bloodthirst rage spread far beyond the kingdom. The King and Queen had no choice but to Banish him at the young age of fourteen, to the worst place any werewolf could end up. WOLFCO.