Elf Slave Novels & Stories

Robert said, rushing over to them. “Eli?” Frederick said, eyeing Robert carefully as he approached; he didn’t understand why this slave was referring to the duchess as her nickname. He stepped forward and reached his small arm out to try and shield Elianna from this slave; not sure what was going on. But Elianna placed a firm hand on his shoulder and pulled him back slightly. “It’s alright,” she told him. “Robert is a friend.” “A friend?” Frederick repeated, wide-eyed. Having a slave for a friend was highly illegal, and he knew his father would never approve of such things.

I look at her, confused. Why is she saying sorry? She did nothing wrong. “Why are you saying--- wahh! Look Yaya Celine, there’s an Ice cream!” I pointed to the man who was selling Ice cream. “Senorita, you’re not supposed to eat outside food. Your Mommy says that you're not allowed to eat outside.” she said. “Then I’ll buy an Ice cream and eat inside so it’s not forbidden.” I giggled. “Your Mom said, all you have to eat is home-cooked or maybe cooked by professional chefs... if you want to eat Ice cream, let me tell her so she can call--“

“The real challenge begins after victory when we sort through the survivors for useful information or potential hostages.” “I see,” Amelia said deep in thought. “I heard that Cidade dos escravos was a city of slaves… what will happened to the slaves?” Luz’s jaw tightened at the mention of slavery– a practice he had always despised, even before handing himself over to darkness. The black veins on his neck pulsed violently, mirroring the disgust roiling beneath his controlled exterior. “They will either be incorporated into our ranks as labourers or sold off,” he answered grimly, his crimson eyes flashing with something darker than mere military strategy. “Those who resist will be executed pub

---Elijah An Quers & Co. POV--- I already forgot how long I've become a slave, ever since my small old kingdom was defeated in the heat of wars, my own kin, my own race, my own family has thrown me under the wheel. This foolish self even willingly offers to be the sacrifice, just to save those who I once called beloved, at first I thought what I did was noble, selfless, and I as a Queen and a High Elven were supposed to do, but instead of honoring my selfless act, my own kind disowned me. Words saying I was weak, tyrant, foolish, selfish, and a harlot spreads to the whole world and this hideous rumor was spread by my own beloved.

“I just have this feeling, Okay? We are going to the Rogue’s land anyway. Our parents are there, remember? So why not let Lennie sell us? I am sure she can find a way to bypass Cory. It’s two birds with one stone. Why not give it a try?” “Because we are civilized persons with dignity. We don’t sell our peers and we don’t allow ourselves to be sold,” Elena couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Don’t you know what happens to sold people? They got slave marks on their necks, chains and shackles on their limbs. They will never be free again. They will never belong to themselves. They will get masters to tell them what to do. They might spend the rest of their lives in cages. Do you really w

By the time the slaves were freed, their blood was so intertwined and meshed with white blood that we felt taking back their true name would be disrespectful to the purity of their heritage, and returning to their native land was out of the question. Elsa’s people were people who belonged to no one. The white race considered them black and tainted and the black race considered them white and unworthy. Even so, both whites and blacks recognized her strength and power in the underworld. Because of this, she was the most sought after of her kind.

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

"We spoke of it when I was showing him the progress on your house. Treating my slaves this way has been as hard on me as it has been on them, I assure you. I still have issues watching them with other men, but I am doing my best to overcome it because they're the most generous, loving and giving people I've ever known. However, if they're willing to share me with other women, so I should be willing to share them as well. I really do hope you and William will show them the best possible time. I want them to enjoy every moment of the experience as much as they can." Evelyn gave me a peck on the cheek. "I'm glad you're not the bastard you appeared to be. Perhaps I can convince Master he should

Ethan The Slavers. The description matches what we know of them—humans who have dedicated themselves to hunting and controlling our kind, who have somehow gained power over us through dark means we don't understand. "They had weapons," she continues, her voice growing fainter. "But also . . . chains. Special chains."

In the Human Area, enslaved people were already the property of their masters; they were forced to work for the rest of their lives and were not paid. "Even though we are enslaved, we still get paid. Don't you know that?" Serena looked at me with eyes like she was looking at an inanimate person. "Really? I don't know! I've never been told I'll get a salary." I replied with a confused expression. Serena's gaze made me feel a little embarrassed. "Didn't Ashe tell you that? Maybe she's trying to steal your paycheck. She's too much!" Serena loathed Ashe a little more. But she quickly brushed Ashe aside and asked me, "So you, do you intend to run for management?"