Elf Slave Cyoa Novels & Stories

Chad continued. "No but I think one of them is called Elora or something," Damien replied. "Elora!" I exclaimed as the name rang a bell in my head. I began racking my brain to remember where I had heard the name. "Sir I think it might be those slaves that escaped from the sliver moon pack," Chad said to me excitedly. Immediately I frowned. "What do you mean?" I asked. "My twin told me that amongst the slave that ran away yesterday night. There was one amongst them called Elora," Chad said.

Once the assistant checked the words, she gave them a map and they head through the maze. “YOU HAVE THIRTY MINUTES LEFT!” The announcer said through the campus speakers. “Shit, we only have thirty more minutes left. we need to hurry up and get outta here.” Essence said as her and Unique rushed. All of a sudden Unique ran and jumped the wall and looked out to see where the exit was. “You better hope nobody saw your ass, if we lose our flag because you cheated I'm punching you in a gut. I have used parts of my brain I wasn't planning to use until my finals.” Essence said shaking her head. “Don't worry nobody is willing to snitch on me.” Unique said grabbing my hand and lead us both out of the

dodging fallen tree trunks and boulders gracefully even at the speed they moved. They turned right, sure that this was where Elizabeth would have gone, for this was the direction her village was. Time passed, yet there was no sign of his mate. "Damn it." "She must have gotten lost." Loren said, listening quietly to their surroundings. The urgency to find her was acute now. The thought of nomadic slavers coming upon Elizabeth made Marcus's heart clench. The slavers were rough beings, traveling from one place to another, luring strays into their camps, kidnapping others, forcing them to be sold as slaves on the market. They took mostly young girls, bred them to be sold as sex slaves. The youn

"What? Nine out of ten?" "That's right. But what you said earlier is also true. To ordinary people, Buck Town is indeed not a good place. Therefore, Buck Town has a rule: if a slave is promoted to a servant, they get a chance at redemption. A servant only needs to gather ten gold coins to buy their freedom. With another ten gold coins, they can leave Buck Town and teleport to another major town. Of course, each major town has its own price."

The only obstacle was crossing a river. Eve stared at me, her eyes full of helplessness. "But I don’t know how to swim." I lowered my gaze and whispered, "I’ve hidden a small boat in the cornfield. When the lantern ceremony begins the day after tomorrow, we’ll sneak away and escape." The old fishing boat had been discarded by a fisherman in the village, left abandoned in the fields. I had secretly repaired it and stashed it in the cornfield when no one was watching. Eve’s eyes lit up.

Princess Avila sneered and Lydia scoffed internally. "I'm really sorry princess, it was a slip of the tongue, j would never have eyes for the master when I know he's for you please pardon my manners" Lydia apologized. "You better not because if I find out you also want what I desire then I won't hesitate to pluck off your eyes" Princess Avila scolded and Lydia bowed her head in apology. "I will never my Princess. The master is not my class for I'm just a mere slave" Lydia uttered but in her mind, she forbade it.

Turning away from us, he spoke to Elvin, who I assumed was a steward of some sort. “The Game begins in three days. Ensure they are physically fit for island deployment.” His voice was steady and controlled. “Of course, Master Kalev,” Elvin responded. My heart clutched. Game? A cold weight settled in my stomach. My mind raced, piecing it all together. We weren’t being inspected for labour. We were being inspected to participate in the… …the Slave Games? The realization ripped through me, sharp like a razor blade. We weren’t brought here to work. We were brought here to die! To fight for our lives on some island, all in the name of entertainment.

I couldn't bear the thought of losing anyone else. My chaotic thoughts were abruptly interrupted as we stepped into a large courtyard. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses. It looked like a celebration. My eyes widened in shock at the sight before me. Men and women were dressed like me-in sheer, revealing clothing-and they all had collars around their necks, most of them in gleaming gold. They were slaves, just like I was now. So, this was it. I was Elijah's property now.

ABEL EVERHART'S POV "Are they dead?" I ask, knowing she can guess who I am speaking of. "No, the slaves are back in their cells," she answers. "Now get me the gift boxes by the wall and open them," she commands. I stand and make my way to the huge pile. I pick what I can manage and return to the bed. Did she stop King Elon from killing the slaves? She is the only one he would have listened to since he loves his sick entertainments. Sadly she wouldn't tell me even if she saved them, out of pity or feeling annoyed by their screams.

I have noticed that he is quite tricky. "Alright, if you are searching for the most ruthless slave masters then you may as well head to Red River Park. Alpha Jason and his Beta own over a hundred dying slaves. If your aunt and cousins were sold to them then they are probably dead already." He says. I am not going to give up so easily just because so many people keep telling me that they are probably dead. I will visit Red River Park just like he has advised because that Queen may have sold our mother there if she thought that would be the worst place for a slave to be.