Kurapika Chained Novels & Stories

She was trained to be invisible. He was born to dominate. Isla Corvane is a ghost, a deadly omega spy who has spent her life in the shadows, serving an organization that taught her one truth: trust no one, feel nothing, survive everything. When she's sent undercover as a captured slave into the territory of Alpha Dylan Thornwood the most feared ruler in the supernatural world her mission is simple: infiltrate, extract information, disappear. But nothing about Dylan is simple. He's brutal, magnetic , impossible to read, and he looks at her like he's seeing straight through every lie she's ever told. Then she discovers the truth: Dylan murdered her parents. Now, chained in the den of her enemy, Isla must play the perfect prisoner while planning the perfect revenge. But the longer she stays, the more dangerous questions arise: Why does Dylan's touch feel like coming home? Why does he protect her when he should destroy her? And why does she feel a pull toward him that defies every instinct to run? Because beneath the lies, the blood, and the betrayal, a darker truth is waiting One that will shatter everything Isla thought she knew about her past, her power, and the man she was sent to kill. In a world where fate is a curse and love is a weapon, the most dangerous prison isn't made of chains. It's made of a bond that refuses to break.

Ethan Hayes and I grew up together, but we ended up resenting each other for a lifetime. He blamed me for taking matters into my own hands, forcing his memories back, and causing his true love to jump off a building. I blamed him for going back on his word. He promised to love me forever, but after losing his memory, he fell for someone else. In the early stages of our ten-year marriage, we were as cold as strangers who knew each other too well. When I got diagnosed with ALS, everyone in town urged him to divorce me. He only carried me to a chapel, knelt among the burning candles for an entire day and night, and prayed for a miracle. On my deathbed, he held me through the night, his forehead against my cheek. "I've done my duty to you in this life," he whispered. "If there's a next one, I hope you don't make me remember. Just let me be with her." Tears slid down my face. I finally got it. I shouldn't have chained him down with our teenage love, dragging him through a whole life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I found Ethan. This time, I chose to let him be with his true love instead of waking his memories.

I dated my younger brother’s best friend, Dylan Lane, for three years. More than once, he told me how much he loathed arranged marriages and how he hated being chained by family interests. However, one night, after another bout of indulgence, he wrapped his arms around me and begged me sweetly to design a wedding ring for his fiancée—someone he had never even met. The smile froze on my face, yet he just said indifferently, “Aren’t people like us all destined to marry for our families' benefit?” Seeing the blood drain from my face, he even chuckled. “Vee, don’t you tell me you're still as naïve as a 20-year-old girl, thinking I would ever marry you? At most, we're just… pillow friends." Later, I agreed to the marriage my family had arranged for me. Dylan showed up on my wedding day, disheveled and red-eyed. He fell to his knees and begged me not to leave. I stood beside my new husband, hand in hand, and smiled faintly as I chuckled. “Didn’t you say people like us were born for arranged marriages? I’m simply doing what you always wanted me to do. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

"She is betrayed, left broken and then reborn." Kaelis Veylaris thought she had everything. Well, until the night her husband pushed her from a tower. She is the only daughter to the Alpha of the Ashfang Pack and destined to be the first female Alpha in years. When her rule is objected to, she agrees to get married to Valrik Dreadmoor, a warrior in her pack. She helped him rise, helped him soar, and what she got in return was a cheating man because she was unable to conceive. Then he chose to toss her over the window when she confronts him. She awakens in the territory of the enemy with no memory, chained and imprisoned. There she discovers that she's not just any wolf. She is a hybrid, burning with the fire of veganance and possessed by two spirits. Now she is caught between two men: Orin, the fierce biker who saved her, and Draven, the powerful rival who once tormented her. Both want her heart. Both could destroy her. Kaelis is confused on which choice to make just as an ancient prophecy rises. The seer tells her that her heart can not serve two masters. One will fall. And if she fails to choose, all of them will fall with her. In a world where power is survival and love is a battlefield, the first female alpha must make a decision. Will she reclaim her throne? Or will the fractured spirits within her tear everything -and everyone- apart?

“I’ve found my mate…” Those were the last words Elara Nightshade ever expected to hear, especially not from the most powerful Alpha in existence, and certainly not inside a brothel. Orphaned, wolf-less, and treated like dirt by her own pack, Elara has spent her life as nothing more than a servant to the Iron Fang wolves who despise her. So when Alpha Henry Blackthorn, the feared ruler of all four clans, claims her as his mate, Elara believes her suffering has finally come to an end. But, she’s wrong. Behind the crown and the throne lies a darker truth. Alpha Henry already has a Luna, one who cannot bear him an heir. And Elara is not chosen for love, but for her blood. Imprisoned, violated, and used as nothing more than a vessel to produce an heir for the kingdom, Elara is discarded the moment she becomes a threat. Left for dead and betrayed by the very Alpha who swore she was his mate, her execution awakens something ancient within her. She is Moonborn as the last of a hunted bloodline. And she will not die quietly. Now reborn with devastating powers, Elara returns not as a helpless omega, but as the storm destined to destroy Iron Fang. With vengeance in her heart, twins hidden from the father who tried to kill her, and a bond she cannot break no matter how hard she tries. Elara must choose between the mate fate chained her to or the vengeance that burned in her veins.

He stole the wrong girl. Or maybe… she chose the right king. Dante Valenti rules his empire with cold precision and a reputation soaked in blood. No one crosses him. No one deceives him. And no one escapes him. So when he kidnaps a woman from the Moretti estate—a trembling little princess meant to be leverage—he expects fear. Instead, the woman chained in his basement looks him dead in the eyes… and smiles. Aria Moretti has spent years hiding behind silk dresses and a porcelain mask, pretending to be the quiet, obedient daughter of the Moretti crime family. But beneath the pretty facade lies a secret no one suspects: She is the Moretti’s most lethal weapon. A phantom. A blade disguised as a flower. And she walked willingly into the lion’s den for one reason— to kill Dante Valenti. Her mission is simple: Get captured. Get close. Get his trust. End the king. But nothing about Dante is simple. The moment he discovers who she truly is, he doesn’t kill her. He claims her. "You came to kill me, little killer... but every king needs a queen.” Now, Aria is caught in a deadly dance between loyalty and desire, betrayal and obsession. Dante matches her darkness note for note—twisted, brilliant, and devastatingly irresistible. He should be her target. Instead, he’s becoming her temptation. And the deeper she falls, the clearer the truth becomes: She isn’t the only weapon in this war. Dante has claws of his own— and he’s willing to use every one of them to keep her.

Some stories begin with love. Lyra’s begins with a fall. Once, she was the heart of the Sterling Estate—an orphan girl cherished by three powerful Alphas who swore to protect her. Lyra believed in them with everything she had. Trusted them. Loved them. Until the day they chained her to a chair… called her a murderer… and destroyed her with their own hands. Betrayed by her family. Framed by a serpent in silk. Cast out and broken, Lyra was hunted to the edge of the world—where Genevieve finally revealed the truth behind every lie, every tear, every stolen glance. Then she pushed Lyra off the cliffs to die. But Lyra didn’t beg for mercy. She prayed for revenge. And the Great Mother answered. Reborn five years in the past, Lyra returns to the moment it all began—armed with memories of betrayal, cruelty, and the cold touch of death. This time, she refuses to be their victim. She will rewrite her fate, destroy the girl who stole her life, and walk away from the three men who once shattered her soul. But something is wrong. The Alphas who once condemned her now watch her with guilt. With hunger. With something dangerously close to devotion. They remember. As enemies close in, secrets unravel, and a forgotten royal bloodline awakens within her, Lyra is forced to face a truth far more dangerous than betrayal— What if the monsters who broke her… would burn the world to save her this time? Power. Revenge. Desire. Redemption. This time, Lyra doesn’t fall. This time, she rises.

"You can't be pregnant,..no..Tasha..you must be joking," he scoffed, jiggling his head as he took a step back away from her. "I can't be pregnant? Was I barren when you met me? Or does it mean your middle leg is infertile?" She snapped. "You better think of a way to tell this to my brother," she added. "Now, that's the problem. How do I break this to your ruthless brother and father?!" He slammed. "None of my business, I wasn't there when you were busy chasing after his wife. Are you planning to reject this pregnancy? You can't reject a billionaire's grandbaby and you know it," she said with a smirk. He heaved a sigh and scratched the back of his head. "If I take responsibility for this, I'll die. If I don't, I'll still die anyway. So why take responsibility for something I'll end up dying for anyway?" He blurted and her eyes bulged. ** A lothario found himself in the chains of a beautiful strange lady whom he rescued from a deadly accident. But  what was supposed to be a rescue turned into a one night stand. A one night stand became a fling and then a fling turned into a game which would see him chained to her for the rest of his life. But her personality as a ruthless billionaire's daughter, and sister to the cold hearted billionaire whom he once had a feud with proved to be an obstacle that felt hard to overcome. What would his decisions be? Run away or stay to fight for his baby?. Follow the book for a rollercoaster ride.

The day my adopted sister Xina was diagnosed with a rare blood disease, I was captured by rival pack hunters and taken across pack territories. In a hidden den beneath the mountains, I was chained like an omega during the day and subjected to endless humiliation. At night, they locked me in a moonless chamber and extracted my blood and bone marrow while I was conscious. By the time my pack found me, my body was broken beyond recognition, covered in bite marks, and infected with numerous diseases that even our supernatural healing couldn't combat. My mother, Alpha Serena, looked at me barely clinging to life, and howled so painfully she collapsed several times. My brother Ivan even traveled beyond our ancestral lands to find healers who could treat me. But in my half-conscious state, I accidentally overheard their conversation: "Mother, we captured Lisa just to save Xina, and let her be violated by so many rogues. Now we're taking one of her kidneys too—isn't that going to kill her?" Mother was silent for a long time, then choked up and said: "For Xina, I had no choice." "Besides, Lisa challenged Xina's rank all these years, made her severely depressed. This is just me atoning to Xina on her behalf." "It doesn't matter if she's been tainted. From now on, we'll keep her in the packhouse and take care of her. That'll count as compensation." As the silver blade sliced into my body, tears streamed uncontrollably from my eyes. A den with four wolves... was simply too crowded.

Victor and I were nothing more than a pair of sworn enemies married inside the camp. He hated me for handing over my frail sister to the research institute, all so they could extract the antiviral serum from her blood. And I hated him for never seeing anyone but her, even in the apocalypse, when she could barely lift a metal rod. For the ten years of the apocalypse, the words we said to each other most often were, "Die a miserable death." … However, when the zombie horde finally broke through the last line of defense, he chained me to the modified mech truck and went out alone to face it. "Live…" I watched as the tide of corpses swallowed him whole, the crack of breaking bones mixing with the sound of flesh being torn apart. On the edge of death, he pulled out my sister's faded photo and placed it over the one clean spot on his chest. "This life is yours. But if there's a next one, don't go near her again." … That night, when I returned, I blew up the camp. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the zombie king. His razor-sharp claws closed around my throat, and I smiled as I took hold of his hand. "Let's make a deal. Give humans five more years, and I'll willingly be your queen." Last time, he gave his life to save me. This time, I'll be the monster—so they can all get what they want.