Esclave Novels & Stories

"I've had it. Bring the trash collector and have these slaves killed. Their last master lied to me. They are nothing but a nuisance." "It's three sotons." The airnot grunted as he glanced to Chasm and then Norwell. "The cost is high. Just let them die of the peela. There can't be much left of their pathetic human brains." "No. I'll pay." Varnas scowled. "I'm not dealing with another escape attempt. By Zola's head, these slaves need to be destroyed." The slimy pig-man nodded before strolling away. Varnas kicked Norwell's cage a second time while muttering under his breath. Chasm's beat-up language band lit up at words like "worthless," "waste," and "escape."

"Please... don't do this. I’ve never... nobody has ever touched me. Please, Cassius!" "You're begging? I spent ten years begging! Every time Gideon or Draven used me as a punching bag, I begged. And you know what they said? They said a slave has no right to words. You aren't a Duke's son anymore. You’re my property. My personal toy." "Stop! It hurts! You're breaking my skin!" "Crying won't help you here. This is the first payment on a debt that can never be settled. From the moment your father’s heart stopped, you became my asset. My slave. My ghost. I am your Master now, and you will learn to obey."

' He asked, chuckling, 'The council must be irritating you. I chose not to respond to Kade because, at that moment, the busty blond servant had brought in my meal. This blood slave was elderly, not my usual type, but I knew I would be feeding to kill with my current appetite, and I wasn't ready to take the life of one of the younger slaves. Once my slaves got to a certain age, I would typically free them, giving them the paperwork and a unique mark that marked them as free humans. There was only a couple. I kept past that age, usually the woman who chose not to leave. This particular slave was Martha; she'd been mine since she was eighteen. She was now into her nineties, and the doctor had d

"I just want to tell you that you will be accepted in my pack. You will be my property , and nobody will be able to touch you. You will live a happy life. You will never work in your life. Lucan would never come near you. I will help you take your revenge as long as you do your own part within the terms we agreed on." I stare at him, trying to understand what he means. I don’t understand. Am I supposed to be happy? He just called me his property. I am a slave, just a special slave to him. He is still going to control me. How could control and slavery be lighter? How can he suggest that I would be happy being a slave? I don’t need to hear such rubbish! It is only aggravating me the most!

“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

They were even standing as they were not with Jennifer. "Sorry, but I'm not like you and i will never be like you. You are a slave and that is what you will always be. Your destiny is to serve others and i can see you are fulfilling it already. You should be grateful that my dad gave you away to fulfill your destiny."

Beautiful and sad. Suddenly a guard walked towards me and grabbed the end of my chain, yanking me forward. I stumbled and fell flat on my face, then slowly lifted myself up with my bound hands and knelt before the table of the alpha. "Who is this?" I heard someone say from the group of old men. I turned and saw an elderly man, who was looking at the alpha with questions in his eyes. "She's one of the slaves that was captured from the last battle with the vampires." The alpha answered coldly. He wasn't looking at me.

Gia exclaimed. “I know. I heard he’s buying slaves to feed for his pet.” “T-that’s... forgive me for the word, Luna, but that’s f*cked up!” “You don’t know how they treat slaves. During the auctions of the slaves, there is this called the ‘Terminator’.” Gia snapped her finger and straightened her back. Her full attention is now on me. “Wine, Luna?” A waiter suddenly appeared with a glass of wine on his tray, interrupting our conversation.

“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

Now I know the girl who wants to escape is called Jenny. “No, we will not! We will not survive here! The werewolves are going to get us killed when they fight their mates! We are nothing to them! They do not care about us or our lives!” Jenny shouts hilariously. I can feel that she is very desperate just like what are used to be before. In her words, I estimate that Jenny is also a human slave. “But if we escape, we will die anyway.” The other girl says calmly. Janet does not give up. “But at least we tried.” Jenny is determined. She tries to get her friend to agree with her.