Torture Princess Novels & Stories

He pulls me closer and kisses the back of my hand. “This is Princess Lyra Sokolova and yes she is a vampire. Lyra has actually been fighting for this pack even before being formally introduced and I would appreciate it if you all have respect for her and her people. You will all have time for meeting each and everyone of them later but for now I’ll to the more pressing matters”

He forced me to look up. “You’ve committed a crime, you little bitch!” I heard him hiss with venom near my ear. “The least you could do was look at everyone and admit that you did it.” “But I didn’t,” I protested weakly. “I didn’t kill Princess…” Everyone was staring at me, but there was nothing to say they pitied me. There was a lot of disgust. I couldn’t see anyone who thought this torture was cruel. I couldn’t believe this was my life now.

"Get that impostor now. Get a DNA test. Once it's confirmed... she'll pay, tenfold!" I was left alone in the cold dungeon. I collapsed onto the grimy bed, clutching Sera's blood-soaked shirt to my chest. The pain was unbearable, a crushing ache that stole my breath. It felt like every ounce of strength had been drained from my body, leaving me hollow and shattered.

At the center of the room stood the king-sized bed I was sitting on. I sat up slowly, a sharp pain flaring in my head. My hand instinctively reached up, and I winced as my fingers brushed against a bandage wrapped around my skull. My heart started to pound. “How did I get here?” I muttered under my breath. Then, like a floodgate opening, fragments of my memory began to return. Ava’s betrayal. The dark, suffocating basement. The horrifying image of a man standing over me, a saw poised in his hand. My breathing hitched as the memories clawed their way back, each one more vivid than the last. My eyes darted around the room. This wasn’t the basement. I wasn’t in chains anymore.

He wasn’t just demanding her service in the dark but denying her the possibility of love. She struggled to find her voice. To speak her doubts about his intentions, about his power over her. Veyron’s eyes softened for a moment, as if he sensed her hesitation. Her lips parted, and she forced herself to whisper through shaken breaths, “What happens when you tire of me? When you destroy me, too?” “You won’t break. You’ll bend to me—but I won’t let you break.” His words sent a cold shiver through her. She had heard about torture that lasted for days. A prisoner on the verge of death could be brought back to life. What devilry did he have planned for her? And how would she ever survive?

All Serene could do was huddle into a ball, her arms wrapped tightly around her midsection, trying to protect the life growing inside her. “You really want that parasite alive, don’t you?” the blonde asked with a smirk. “Guards, hold her down.” They rushed to her side, pinning Serene’s limbs to the cold floor. I watched in horror as the Princess raised her foot and stomped on Serene’s stomach over and over again. I felt hot tears well up in my own eyes; I wanted to scream, to run forward and push them away, but I was just a ghost in her memories. Serene’s thrashing pleas for help went unanswered. They tortured her until a dark liquid began to seep through her clothes and down her legs. Even

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

This much pressure was enough to crawl them, and humans would have been dead multiple times by bursting their lungs. But how could this petite girl? At first, he wants to have some fun as he knows this woman will scream her blood will come out of her mouth and nose and she will die like a crashing ant. Everyone knows Prince Carl as "the king of torture" even his father never dared to oppose his request. Today he is totally flabbergasted watching this woman whose throat was still verge on piercing by his sword tip, but she was busy admiring his tattoo. "Sorry, my lord. Please forgive my audaciousness. I won't do this again." Elsa quickly lowered her eyes and pleaded.

He had unlocked the cell and strode in casually. The princess was almost dying from fear. Her poor heart could almost not take the heavy weight of fear and nerves. Even if she hated him, it would be signing her death warrant saying it to his face. She shook her head vigorously, ignoring the pain shooting up through every part of her being. She could not withstand another torture. Her body would give up. "N-no, p-please." Why was she just a low-ranked witch? Why couldn't she possess powers that were due her?

“Winter talks to me.” She stares blankly down at the ground as he tells her she is in a world of her own. “Winter,” he says in a loud, deep voice as she realizes he is there. “Where did your mind dwell, princess?” “Nowhere just,” she stops, “I saw the most horrible thing; they tortured this girl and made her dig her own grave. They then made her climb it. She was screaming as they threw sand over her body,” as she realized that the girl might be alive.