The Warlord's Lovely Prize Novels & Stories

“I may have rejected you, but I did not break my promise.” “Your father and I had an understanding,” he snarled. “You and I did not,” she pointed out, with misplaced bravery. It only angered him more. “Get used to it,” the Prince said. “Soon, you will be subjected to so much more. I have to say I am looking forward to uncovering those tits myself." He waved a hand in the direction of the mercenaries. "Kiss them goodbye. You won’t be seeing either of them again.” Miriam knew she would never forget the smell of blood and dead rodents, the scratchy stubble and beards, the light eyes of men she had come to regard, however impossibly, as friends. Ketil’s men. Some of them, at least.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

Landon exclaimed, making me look back at the battlefield. Alpha Theodore’s warrior won. Maddie and I stood up and started applauding him. People around us cheered and clapped. Alpha Theodore approached his warrior and patted his back. I could see how proud he was. Some of my warriors rushed to help Alpha Ezekiel’s warrior who was lying on the ground and whining quietly. “Congratulations!” Landon exclaimed, shaking the winner’s hand. “It was a well-deserved victory.” Landon was smiling brightly and it annoyed me. I wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his face.

Six of them quickly formed two rows with a golden-haired warrior in the middle, ahead of the six men, yelling with his sceptre in his right hand which was pointed forward: "The first prince is puissant and valorous!" The six warriors shouted in response, "He is true to his name!" The warrior spearheading them cried out in a deep voice, "The first prince is in love!" Six warriors behind him: "With a purple-tailed siren!" "Tonight, he will prove doughtily his love!" 3rd man on the second row: "He'll leave behind no doubts!" "Enemies' heads form a special red carpet for him!" The six chorused, "Guaranteed protection for the bride!"

The warrior pushes both mine and marinas trays into the slot and makes his way over to Conrad’s cell who seems to be eagerly awaiting his dinner standing at the bars. “STAND BACK” The guard shouts to him I can see the lust swirling around yet again in Conrad’s eyes as he eye fucks the warrior who made his first mistake and looked Conrad directly into his eyes. “Hey handsome how about you bring yourself over here” The warrior saunters over to Conrad as though it was a command. I can see Conrad undo his pants and they fall to the ground he takes his dick into his hand and starts rubbing it up and down. “Put it in your mouth”

“Don’t worry about her. She stood in the way of your treatment. I couldn’t let that go unpunished, so I taught her a lesson. She’ll be back soon.” Emma hesitated. “Alright, but I’m a little worried about her.” Benjamin pulled her into his arms, reassuring her gently. “You’re too kind, Emma. That’s why someone like Lisa could take advantage of you and be so cruel.” … Emma’s recovery was supposed to be a reason for celebration, a moment of pure joy. To mark the occasion, Benjamin decided to auction off part of his private collection and donate the proceeds to charity. Naturally, that drew a large crowd.

His amber eyes are fierce and filled with shock. He holds my gaze. “Found you,” he whispers. “Sire—” “We’re taking Princess Vivian to the North!” the man declares, and my wolf quivers but for the wrong reasons. “We have won the war. The Eastern Kingdom has fallen. And I’ve got my spoils.” The last part is spoken in a low voice, meant only for my ears, and I know it can’t be a good thing.

Val finally grabbed Thane's shoulders and pulled him up; causing Thane's mouth to make a popping sound off of his erection. "Thane, I...need...I need...Love...please..." Thane quirked a grin at the mess Valerian had become. His tough military commanding elven prince, a puddle of lust melting in front of him. "What do you need, my prince?" Thanerick's voice had turned soft and sultry, eyes hooded as his own erectin throbbed in his breeches.

The spoils of war were five three-masted sailing ships, nine two-masted sailing ships, and a cargo loaded on the ships disguised as a caravan, worth an estimated 34,000 gold coins, mostly for the ships. Rewards and punishments were to be meted out immediately after the battle. The harbourmaster, the head of the POW camp and the captain of the guards at the construction site of the Wizards' Tower, who did not fear in the face of danger, each received a reward of 100 gold coins, which was very generous.