Warlords Ruin Imprisoned Novels & Stories

Zale's men tried to stop him but Damien beat them like a ruthless beast while growing and continuously repeating. "She is mine…..we will live together…. nothing can take her away from me," Zia and her parents' were aghast. Zale had seen him defeating his enemies mercilessly but he never knew that he could be this malicious. He himself had trained him in a way that he could protect his daughter from any kind of danger but never knew that his madness for his daughter had reached to this extent where he himself had turned into a venomous danger for her. "SHE IS MINE," he roared while continuously hitting those guards and men with no restraints until Damien felt a sharp sting on his neck.

Seeing their breathtaking smiles instantly vanishing away brought weird sense of satisfaction to Hazel. Guilty pleasure, she concluded. Her lips pressed in thin line to control her smile as she observed the tension in the atmosphere. The fear she would have in her eyes whenever Theodore's name would be brought, she was now seeing the same fear in eyes of her kidnappers. "I really fucked up." Rudha muttered under his breath, hand working on brushing his hair from his temple in frustration. "You fucking did, fucker!" Keith turned all berserked on him.

Later that night, as shadows blanketed the mountains, Cain slipped through the side halls of the fortress and descended into the abandoned war crypts beneath the keep. Only a few trusted wolves followed. Among them was Rurik, a former soldier stripped of rank by Rayne’s father long ago, and Elda, a healer exiled for poisoning a rival's mate years prior. “She’s winning them over,” Rurik whispered. “Most of the council members seem impressed.” “She has fire,” Cain admitted, lighting a torch. “But fire burns too fast when it’s not tempered by stone.”

That was the closest thing to comfort that I had felt in a long time, and I wanted to bask in it. As I sank my head into the velvet seat, I ran my head through the new things I had learned. I was alive. My name was Melanie Carter. I lost my daughter, Ellie. My husband was the murderer. And I was out for revenge.

They were seasoned warriors, their faces lined with the dark, jagged scars of the border wars, their scents a volatile mixture of fear-sweat and lingering defiance. "You have a short memory, Queen Natalia," the lead prisoner, a scarred warrior named Torin, spat onto the dirt floor. He didn't look at the map; his yellow eyes were fixed entirely on Varga’s executioner's axe resting on the table. "You kill our Alpha, you grind our grain into the mud of the ravine, and now you bring us out of the cages to look at your drawings?"

"My friend went missing in the Condex wars, so my boots returned to these territories, but my shadow network never stopped hunting for your beautiful face!" "I accidentally rescued the premier technology warlord of the northern sectors?" I laugh, my defensive tension completely dissolving as I look into his honest eyes. "How does your inner wolf survive these days, Harvey?" "Everything is magnificent now that my eyes can behold your skin again, San!" "Your wound is leaking fresh vitals, Warlord," I point out, gesturing toward the red streak on his armor. "Navigate your boots to a healing hut immediately. My own shadow must return to the manor path."

Adjusted the robe. Took one more deep breath. Then I unlocked the door. Kathy stood on the other side. Her face creased with worry. Damien was gone. Thank God. Thank God he was gone. "You okay?" Kathy asked quietly. "I'm fine." The lie tasted bitter. "Let's just finish this shoot. I want to go home." Home. To my boys. To the only thing that mattered. To the secret I had to keep no matter what it cost me. Even if keeping it was slowly destroying me from the inside out.

"Still trying to trick us? I've worked for the Shaw family for years, and I've never heard of any genetic disease. Maybe you fooled Mr. Shaw, but you won't fool us." Pain shot through my crushed fingers, but I gritted my teeth and warned them anyway. "With his temper, if you delay his treatment and he finds out, none of you will walk away alive!" The guards faltered. Unease flashed across their faces. Just as one was about to run off, the door swung open. "Nobody leaves this room! If anyone ruins this wedding, I'll make them pay!" Albert Swift, Galen's assistant, stormed in. His expression was dark. The bodyguards shrank back immediately.

he finally said “You’re not. When you’re done sulking, you’ll come back. You always do. The old me would have apologized by now I let the phone go dead and dropped my phone on the table and smiled. Two days later, I was back at the trust group, this time to finally get everything I need to wreck the company, I couldn’t wait to be done with it. The boardroom was tended when I walked in, Blake sat at the head of the table, Monique beside him, legs crossed, nails tapping against her tablet like she owned the place. Blake’s eyes flicked to me, irritation flashing briefly before he masked it.

The silk soaked up most of the stain, and what was left was a dim mark, blending into the fabric—hardly noticeable without direct lighting. I sighed in relief, grateful to the stranger—but I refused to be distracted. I made my way back to the gala. They took my legacy, my life, and worst of all, the life of my unborn baby. It would take more than a spilled drink to deter me from executing my revenge. I stepped back into the hall with my head held high. My re-entry was less grand than my initial appearance, but I was unfazed as I scanned the room for signs of Walter. Finally, my eyes settled on him—surrounded by other CEOs, already deep in discussion with my father.