Fantasy Romance: 6 Book Set

by Daniella Wright

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  Chained To The Monster

  The Hunt

  Trapped With A Monster

  Invasor

  Only Time

  Captive

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  Fantasy Romance - 6 Book Collection

  By: Daniella Wright

  Chained To The Monster

  By: Daniella Wright

  Kira had always heard the stories, as a child. They would be cautionary tales told to the other military children housed on the Interstellar Aeronautic Military base she’d grown up on. How there were worlds, lightyears beyond the safety and comfort of the earth, full of wonder and discovery – but also of danger and barbarism. How, sometimes, creatures from those worlds would seek out others like theirs, capture their people, enslave them or worse.

  She had always been fascinated by these stories, more than she had been scared, because in all of the universe and its vast number of worlds and civilizations, who would come to the earth and expect to find anything worth taking? They were just talks told by old military folk, hardened by wars long since settled, after all. There was no reason to be afraid, no reason to think that a night’s jog alone would leave her open to the very thing she’d been warned about as a child.

  Kira, it turns out, had been very, very wrong about that.

  She reflected on this fact as she lay, arms bound to her sides with bindings of a strange, unforgiving black metal that she was unfamiliar with. Similar metal bindings strapped across her chest, painfully constricting her torso to the slab she was on, and there was a strap for each of her thighs and ankles, as well. There was no light, none anywhere, except for the blinking pad across from her, where the door to her cell blended in seamlessly with the rest of her surroundings.

  That same, matte black metal surrounded her in the tiny room she had been shoved into after her capture. It had been done so quickly, she hadn’t gotten a glimpse of whatever alien ship had certainly descended from the heavens, but she imagined whatever it was, whichever system it came from, it was just as black and depressing as the rest of her surroundings.

  What am I going to do?

  She had only caught a brief look of her captor. It had been a shimmering beam that had transported her from the earth up into the sky in a flash. All she could remember was a large body, muscled, snatching her up as soon as she’d nearly gotten her bearings. A blow to the back of the head had left everything dark and empty, and then she’d woken up where she was then. She had no weapons to speak of, and with no idea of where she was, where she was going, or even of who had taken her, she was left woefully under prepared for the situation.

  Futilely, she struggled against the straps holding her to the cold metal slab. The edges of the binds dug painfully into her skin, and she only tried it seconds more before she stopped, realizing that the more she tried to move and free herself, the more the bindings constricted about her body, like the chorded muscle of a snake trying to squeeze the life from its struggling prey. Breathing heavily, she thudded her head back against the slab, wincing at the shock of pain that wracked through her skull.

  “What am I going to do?” She spoke to the darkness around her, her voice echoing, though she received no answer. She frowned, as if she had expected some sort of response, some sort of indication that she was at least not alone, but she received none. She couldn’t imagine that this was some sort of strange, intergalactic slave ship; they’re have been more people aside from herself on board, she was certain, if that was the ships’ purpose. But why would she be here, then? What could some strange, alien creature possibly want with her? She wasn’t even military – she’d had enough of that growing up to last her a lifetime.

  Kira was left to ponder this for hours. The minutes ticked by, one by one, so slow she often felt herself drifting off to sleep more often than not. It wasn’t a comfortable sleep; she strained against the binds even in her mildly unconscious state, never quite able to fall into it completely. It left her groggy, restless.

  After what seemed an eternity of this peace-less slumber, the smooth paneling of her cell slid open with a mechanical whoosh, and the sound of heavy footsteps woke her.

  She blinked her eyes open, not expecting the bright light that filtered into the darkness. It took her a moment to adjust. Her eyes squinted, and she strained to look up and see if perhaps she would finally get a glimpse of her captor, if perhaps she would see just who it was who had snatched her away. Perhaps she would learn the reason and purpose; it certainly wasn’t clear to her yet.

  Standing in the doorway of her cell, was a large man. Or, she at least assumed it was a man; he had the obvious anatomy of one, but it was sometimes hard to tell when it came to aliens, and he clearly was one, if there was nothing else to indicated what he was. He must have been at least six feet tall, and was chorded in thick muscle. His skin was a strange coloring, a near shimmery, metallic blue, and from the sides of his head protruded long, pointed ears. He had a single, dark strip of hair from the front of his head going back, and his face an angular, high cheekbones and carved jaw.

  He stared back at her, this tall, strange creature, clad in a black suit that conformed to his body. His eyes were light, a pale sort of green she had never seen. He was entirely otherworldly. Handsome, even, and she was quiet for a moment as she pondered that fact. She swallowed a bit, and when he said nothing, she gained her courage and spoke.

  “Who are you?” she said first, gambling on if the man would even understand her at all. “What do you want with me? Why did you take me?!” Standard questions, she thought, for someone who had been captured and was now facing her captor.

  The man didn’t say anything, for a moment. He merely stared back at her, his eyes narrowing as he looked her over. He stepped forward, and with every heavy fall of his footsteps, her heart echoed a nervous, pattering beat. She watched him unwaveringly as he came to her, stood over her. His form was imposing but she steeled herself. Certain he wouldn’t harm her now, if he hadn’t already? She nearly winced when he leaned over her, putting his face close to hers. He smelled strange… Earthy, almost. Natural. It pulled her strangely to him, but that pull lasted only a second, broken when he spoke to her.

  “You will not speak.”

  She was surprised that he spoke any Earth language, let alone in English, and that shock had her mouth agape. He seemed satisfied with her silence and smirked, nodding.

  Kira watched as he stood at his full height once more, and kept her eyes on him as he moved a small distance away from her. His armed folded over his chest and his head tilted as he peered at her. Kira remained silent, waiting for him to say something before she dared speak back at him once more.

  “You are mine,” he said finally. The statement sent a chill through her spine. “I have chosen you, as is my right as a warrior of Ka’thon. You will give me many sons. That is your purpose. We will be on Ka’thon soon. You will stay here until then.”

  Kira didn’t even have a chance to be angry, or protest, or to even fully process the straight-forward way that he spoke to her, before he turned on her and left with little more than that.

  ~*~

  The man didn’t return after that
. The only company that Kira was left with was the dull hum of the ship, and the empty darkness that she had woken to.

  She had heard of Ka’thon. It was a civilization that was… indeed different from most. Where most planets either fell on the ‘technologically advanced’ or ‘backwater’ spectrum, Ka’thon fell in the middle. Their way of life was barbaric. Men ruled, bred women like cattle, claimed territory for themselves and their clans. They were brutal in the way that they ruled, fearless and godless in their beliefs. That being said, they were also highly intelligent. Their battle ships and weaponry were vastly superior to systems with similar social practices. In that, they were ruthless beings; most systems tended to leave them to their own devices, not wishing to get involved with a race bred and born to fight, kill, breed, and repeat.

  And she had just been captured by one.

  Why this particular Ka’thon had chosen her, she didn’t know. But there was little that she could do about it now, when she was already on a ship bound for the planet. It would take a while before anyone noticed that she was gone in the first place, and she doubted that she would be able to just hot wire one of their cruisers and leave once she was on-planet. She knew enough, theoretically, of interstellar travel to write an essay about it, but she was woefully without practice. She could take a speeder for a wild ride on the weekend – space travel was a different story.

  The thing that pressed most incessantly at her mind, then, was what the Ka’thon had told her. That she was his. That she would give him many sons. She didn’t know if the Ka’thon typically took women from other planets to breed with – though she studied many civilizations, Ka’thon was one that she less knowledge on; few had ever dared venture far enough to study its people first hand, and those that did rarely made it out alive. Her curiosity as a researcher, then, was there, but she wasn’t keen on the idea of the way she would potentially experience this ‘research.’

  The tears that fell from her eyes were angry ones, hot as they ran down her face. Perhaps she wouldn’t be able to get off the planet… But certainly she could figure out a way to keep herself alive and well.

  She had purpose, she decided. And it was to survive.

  ~*~

  Kira lost track of time. There was little for her to do, or to plan, until she finally got a look of the planet Ka’thon. She slept. She woke. At some point, she realized that she was hungry, but her captor had not returned since coming in to see her, and she didn’t expect that he was going to anytime soon. He had said that they would arrive soon, but she had the feeling that her idea of soon and his were two completely different things. It was this cycle – the restless sleep and the hungry, foggy awake – that kept her company as she waited.

  Her reprieve came in the form of the ship shaking, and the whoosh of her cell door sliding open once more. Kira looked up, her eyes red from the lack of decent sleep and they narrowed in suspicion. He seemed unperturbed by her discontent, and leaned against the wall. His eyes stayed on her, gaze unwavering, pondering almost. She wondered if he was as curious and wary of her as she was of him. Did he wonder what she was like as she did of him, considering the purpose that he had taken her for?

  Their stalemate lasted moments, the two of them keeping their eyes on each other. The alien’s gaze was penetrating, unnerving. Kira steeled herself against the onlooking creature, and didn’t speak up.

  He did instead.

  “We’re descending into the atmosphere,” he said, in that rough voice. “You will accompany me to my clan. You will be silent until you’re spoken to. You will remain with me.”

  Her brows furrowed then. So that was her place, then. A subservient role. She didn’t like that, not at all. She averted her eyes for a moment, thinking.

  “Why?” she asked, turning her eyes back to him once more. She wanted explanation.

  For a moment, she thought that he wouldn’t give it to her. His head tilted at her, and that pondering look remained on his face. He approached her, then, walking close to her. She stared up at him apprehensively as he leaned over her, and that scent that wafted off his skin tingled at her nose pleasantly once more.

  She flinched when he took her face in one of his hands, but he didn’t hurt her despite the firm grip with which he held her. Warmth radiated from his fingertips, and rose an interest in her that she couldn’t quite place. A flush bloomed upon her skin, and that seemed to please him as he smirked in response.

  “Because you are mine; the bond doesn’t lie.”

  ~*~

  The bond doesn’t lie.

  That was the phrase that the alien uttered to her, every time she asked him to explain to her what he meant. The bond doesn’t lie, he would say, and then go about her cell, opening panels, pressing blinking buttons, sliding his fingers over touch-pad surfaces. What he was doing, she had no idea, but he was in no mood to tell her, that was for certain. It ate away at her curiosity – curiosity that she knew she should control, given her situation and what he had told her she was taken for – but she couldn’t help it. It was in her nature.

  Perhaps it was that strange feeling that came over her when he got close to her and she could pick up his scent once more? How strange…

  After a while, the creature left. With no windows in her cell, there was no way for her to see what was going on outside her bleak confines. She could feel the vibration of the ship, though, and stiffened a little when the whole thing jostled a bit.

  Were they landing? Had they finally gotten to Ka’thon? What’s more… what awaited her when they departed? Her caution wove in and out of the curiosity she felt – curiosity over the man who had taken her, where they were going, the bond he claimed that they had. That one was the most persistent, and she couldn’t place it as to why. So she simply continued to lay against the slab, knowing that she would not get her answers until the alien man returned. He did so, a few moments after the strange jostling that she experienced.

  “We have arrived,” he said, confirming her suspicions. “If you try to run, I will stop you.”

  He didn’t need to tell her that for her to know it, but she watched him as he began to undo her bindings. He started with the ones across her chest, and arms, moving down to the binds that were at her legs. She remained perfectly still, only moving when his bare skin managed to touch hers and the warmth of him tingled against her. She wasn’t sure if the feeling of it should make her uncomfortable, but it gave the same effect as his scent did. She watched him, his movements. They were strangely fluid despite the solidness of his body and the sheer size of him.

  The creature stood back when he was done, and Kira took this as a sign that she was allowed to sit up. She did so, wincing a bit; her back was stiff from how long she’d been strapped to the slab, and she rolled her neck, loosening herself up a little. With the light that was now in the cell, she could see herself reflected back at her in the surface of the black metal. Her bright red hair was a mess, and she was glad that her image was at least a little distorted in the metal. She didn’t want to know just how rough she looked, and she ran her hand through her hair a bit in an attempt to tame it.

  Kira could feel the eyes of the alien on her as she did so. Despite the creeping red blush of heat that went up her neck, she chose to pretend to ignore it. She swung her legs over the side of the slab with the intention of standing on her own. The creature was at her side in an instant – did he think that she was going to run?

  “I just wanted to stand up on my own.” She stepped a little away from him, and he took a step toward her. She tilted her head, silently measuring how much she was allowed to get away with. “Am I not allowed to walk?”

  “Do not run,” he repeated.

  “I wasn’t. I’m standing. Not running. Where am I going to run to, anyway?”

  He seemed pleased by her assertion that she had, truly, nowhere to go at this point.

  If she had expected the rest of the ship to be brighter than her cell, Kira would have been woefully disappointed. The hall
was lined in the same black metal that her cell had been, and the only source of light came from strange, illuminated orbs that floated in the air of the hall.

  She took in as much of the ship as she could, on their journey down the hall, but there was truly very little to see. All of the walls were the same smooth paneling that her cell had been. Every few feet were panels of blinking buttons, and she could only assume that there were rooms on the other side – perhaps more cells. She wondered idly how many women from other worlds had been taken and boarded on this ship, and she decided that she’d rather not think about it, save for the hope that maybe there’d be women like her, that perhaps she wouldn’t be so alone, that maybe she’d be able to learn a little more given her captor certainly wasn’t one to willingly offer up information.

  They came to the back of the ship quickly. The creature’s strides practically drug her along; his legs were considerably longer than hers. He placed one of his large hands on a touch-pad along the smooth expanse of the ship. Kira watched, mouth open in awe, as the entire back wall of the ship dematerialized before her eyes. In preparation for the flood of light from the outside, she squinted, though the action was unnecessary.

  It was night.

  Darkness encompassed the outside, and she opened her eyes fully when she realized this. She could see the faint glow of light from more of those strange lit orbs. She wasn’t given much time to consider this, as the creature started to walk forward, taking her with him.

  From what Kira could make out with the light, they were at the edge of a village. Stepping onto the ground from the ship, the terrain was rocky. Further ahead, where there was a higher concentration of those shiny orbs, and Kira could make out large, high-reaching shapes against the blackness of the night.

  Her captor didn’t let her have much time to take anything more in. His hand gripped her forearm, and he pulled her along a rocky path, leading towards the dark shapes and the concentration of the shiny orbs giving off light. Her eyes strained to make out much else, but she could hear the sounds coming from the group of strange shapes. She could have sworn it was talking, but it didn’t sound like any words that she had heard in her life.