Elf Slave Novels & Stories

“That sounds good, I agree!” “I agree!” “l agree!”. Just like that, the words i agree’ echoed repeatedly within the crowds, for money, they were willing to risk being hunted by humans to sell me. My legs finally gave in as I finally collapsed on the cold ground. Being sold as a slave was something worse than death. Who knew what hell would come upon me once i became a slave, it was so unimaginable but I stood no chance for a bargain seeing how enthusiastic the crowd was, and their affirmation of Beta Miguel’s suggestion, alpha Lawrence nodded his head, having to take up his mind, he turned to look at me nonchalantly and finally voiced out his decision,

“How bad?” He took a breath before answering. “She was once a slave. To a sylph captain.” Arah’s eyes widened. “A slave? I thought sylphs and salamanders either killed their enemies outright or took them as prisoners of war.” Eitan gave a short, bitter laugh. “You truly have lost your memories, haven’t you?” he said. “Both our kinds have done unspeakable things to each other—only it’s not widely talked about, even within our own ranks.”

He breathed his words out, warning, " This is Vanisa Kingdom, Slave Elnora Caldwell. Run your mouth like you did in front of your pack. You will be a dead meat for my dragons. Remember, you aren't my woman, my love, or my girlfriend. YOU ARE MY SLAVE FROM THE ENEMY!"

I asked and I noticed veins popped out of her head but she was struggling to keep it under a check. "Even if they are king's slaves and they are living comfortably. I don't mind. But hearing that my people were being taken to our sulfur land to mine sulfur and bring them on their heads to the Elited for use is wrong. Those who refused to mine sulfur were taken to the cold mine to freeze to death, hard punishment and one food daily." she stopped to catch her breath and then cried in a low voice. "My people are suffering." "Were slaves meant to be enjoying before?"

Since she was thirteen years old, I'd kept her, and she was more than just a pet to me; she was my closest friend. As he continued, he moved to sit cross-legged on the floor. "You see," he said, "when slaves reach the age of twenty-eight, our regulations stipulate that they must be disposed of in one of two ways." They are either delivered to a facility where they will be bled to death, and their blood will be added to our supply, or they are transported to a breeding clinic where they will be artificially inseminated an excessive number of times until they are unable to have children.

I held my breath, sensing the weight of his words. "You will be killed," he declared. My breath caught in my throat as the reality of my situation sank in. Drake continued, explaining the harsh truth. "The punishment for killing someone as a slave is death. According to the last slave reforms of 1976, no slave is allowed to kill, even if their life is on the line." I felt numb, unable to process the fact that my life is about to end. "Slaves don't have the freedom to live," Joe declared.

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.

“Giselle would make sure you had someone on the outside to help you with her mom.” “I’ll do anything for her,” Nelson said without hesitation. And that made me laugh ironically. “It’s funny because you called me a whore for getting involved with my true mate,” I said without hesitation. “The truth is, you should understand me when you feel such devotion for Giselle that you have a bond of slavery to her.” Nelson looked up and froze at my words. “How is it that—?” “We’ve seen the signs of slavery; we treat them and help slaves escape that torture,” Elijah muttered. “It’s clear that’s the only reason you put up with such humiliation.”

I don't want to go there but they send invitations nonstop as if they think that I will go to their disgusting auction. “But, sir. They already know about your identity and you are still a member." What he said made me growl in annoyance. I actually don't know why I ended up signing up for them. All I remember is I was drunk and wanted something sweet when they asked me to join their secret group called Sweet Delights. I really thought that it was for VIPs however when I attended their invitations, it was a human auction for slaves. Men and women are there with their masks on. Well, I do love having a slave and I had so many ones before but nothing interests me which made me want to leave th

he drawled, like this was some sort of business deal instead of my entire life being sold off. I ignored him, lips pressed into a thin line, but the silence only seemed to amuse him more. His mouth curved wider, slow and cruel, like he enjoyed the taste of my dread. “Don’t sulk, little menace. You should be honored. Out of all the worthless wolves, I chose you.” Honored? I wanted to laugh in his face. Instead, my nails dug crescents into the paper, the words Omega Slave blurring under my grip. “Why’d I want to be your slave?” I asked, finally finding my voice.