Elf Slave Novels & Stories

“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?"

That he can make it right, that he truly wants her and no one else. "Probably, that mostly happened to slaves who give birth to their master's children. Their child will be given to the wife, and the mother will be a whore, a wicked whore that seduced another woman's husband. But that won't happen to you, because you aren't planning on staying. You are going to go with him, aren't you?"

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

Elena took a long sigh and turned again and said "I am Elena, a slave here" "slave?" He asked in confusion because after Ashton became a king, he made all the slaves into working maids and servants with a regular salary, and no one is allowed to even call themself slaves, so he asked again "when did you come here? and... who is your master?".

Eli was quite angry. "Your Madam is indeed a kindhearted person, but we are here to work. If you don't like your job, you may leave and go somewhere else to work. A Country has abolished slavery policy a long time ago, and there is no such thing as servants or masters here," Eli said with a smile. Her smile was solely to express her kindness. "A job?" The maid smiled in disdain and said sarcastically, "Your job is really a dream job." Eli was speechless.