The Prisoners Novels & Stories

“Your majesty she is confined in the farthest right corner of the prison.” I nodded, and follow him on the path he pointed. Calib look at the wolves in silence as we passed by the other prisoners in their cells, they all have a chain attached to their one foot. After walking a minimal distance we arrive at a cell, but a stench has alerted my nostrils and I stop walking. “What's wrong your majesty?” Calib stop and asked me. I growled and the prisoners in all the cells whimpered in fear. The warrior leading us fall to the ground on his knees.

Their eyes, along with a room full of other prisoners, were on the film being played on the wall from a cheap projector. Although the room was still bleak and very gloomy, the prison clearly made an effort and possibly much more than other year if the surprise of the prisoners were anything to go by. There was a small poorly decorated tree in some of the rooms and a few fairy lights were glued onto the highest ceilings. In the morning, they even handed out Santa Claus hats, which Seth wore all day.

Knowing that she had plans with Eric, no way in hell would she mess up before her release date. When the gates opened, Debby hauled her belongings; escorted by the officer to the reception ahead of her release. She gave the whole place a last look. The prisoners stared at her with so much hatred or was it envy? They were probably going to rot in here. She didn't understand why they put people who committed robberies as well as minor crimes such as theft with murderers or serial killers. It was not a good idea. Often times, murderers dominated the whole place. The fact that most of them were either serving a sentence over fifty years or a life sentence... none

He said, laughing slightly, “they are just hidden right now.” He walked ahead of me, pointing out several prisoners, some had killed another wolf, some had betrayed the pack, some had even been involved in forming a rebellion against Draven’s rule. There were also some prisoners whose crimes he didn’t reveal to me. All of the prisoners I’d seen so far, looked different, some still had on somewhat new clothes while others seemed to have become one with the dungeons, their messy clothes and faces perfectly blending in with the gloomy atmosphere. They all had one thing in common though, their eyes looked dead. Most of them barely even looked up at us as we passed

More wrong. Then we reached the prisoner chambers. The cells were exactly as my father had described. Underground rooms with magical locks that glowed with dark energy. Supernatural beings in various states of health and trauma. Some looked like they'd been imprisoned for years. Others showed fresher wounds. Twenty-three prisoners total. Three of them are children. All of them needed immediate rescue. "Get them out," I told Daxon. "All of them. Take them to the extraction point." "I'm not fucking leaving you," Daxon said immediately.

I asked, remembering all the screams we heard. Kohen sighed softly and reached for my hand. We were in the front yard because it felt a little suffocating inside. I was filled with worry over Olga, Crawford and Henry. I was worried about what they'd do next. I am more worried about my friends than myself. “All the prisoners and guards in the maximum prison were wiped out. They were burned alive, and some of them died a gruesome death. I'm certain that Crawford managed to form another team of psychopaths, and that bitch is one of them.”

"Forty eight prisoners total. Please do not do that to me. Please." "Get him secured," I ordered my team. "We are taking him with us. He has intelligence the coalition needs." While my team tied up Archon Shade and the incapacitated soldiers, Evelyn and I went to section B. The cells there were worse than anything I had seen before. Small. Dark. Cramped. The prisoners inside looked like they had been there for years. "We are coalition forces," I announced. "We are here to get you out." The prisoners did not move at first. Like they could not believe this was real. Like they thought it was another Covenant trick.

She needed him by her side. Bruno spoke with Sondra's parents, believing they had the right to know what was happening with their daughter. "Thank you for informing us. I knew Sondra would end up in trouble sooner or later. We will travel there to see her case, although I don't think there's much we can do. It's clear that she's involved," Bruno said. Emma listened in silence, tears streaming down her face. After all, Sondra was her daughter. Meanwhile, in a prison in Milan, the redhead couldn't believe her luck. She was confined in that prison where the majority of inmates were there due to drug-related issues.

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

The police arrested me soon after. Zoey kicked me hard, sending me crashing to the ground. "Ronald inhaled smoke and he's still being treated in the hospital! How could you be this vicious? You were trying to burn him alive! "Just wait. This time, I absolutely won't let you off." The day I was sentenced, Zoey publicly announced her support for Ronald as the heir to the Goldman family. From that moment on, I had nothing left. For three years in prison, I slept beside the toilets. They shoved my head into toilet water and forced me to drink it. The inmates beat me, humiliated me, treated me worse than an animal.