Esclavo Novels & Stories

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

and E added to her assigned number so that when she arrived my people would know that she’s a submissive, a virgin and at least out of high school. Satisfied by my choice I move to think about the other letters that we often use when sorting out slaves. Letters such as B for when we stumble upon Brats. D’s are given if you're a rebel or a fighter and Dominants are given an automatic X. V is for virgin in which, like that girl, she'll receive the letter V and N if you're no longer a virgin.

Some whispered in awe, others in scorn, but every mouth spoke his name. Edrian. The slave who was not a slave. The wolf who had broken chains. The prophecy reborn beneath the moonlight. The one who might yet tip the court of knives into chaos.

Why the hell does she need a sex slave? “Sold,” he announced and there were little claps. Aurora found it absurd and she scoffed a little which Lucino heard but he didn't turn to look at her. “And our next item,” he said, and another lady was being pulled out the same way the others were. The lady looked different than the other, beautiful, Mexican, and thicker. “One of the best we have. Straight from the Albanian slave trade. Fresh, hasn't been touched yet.” he described and paused for a few seconds before speaking again.

Sergio repeated calmly and he nodded as tears streamed down his face. "Yes, anything. My actions are unforgivable, and I am willing to pay the price. I will surrender everything—my pride, my freedom, my wealth. I will be your slave and your loyal servant, bound to your will. I deeply regret my attempt to usurp your power and claim the throne that rightfully belongs to you. Your throne is yours by right, and I was mistaken to ever think I could take it. Only grant me your mercy, Don Sergio, and I will spend the rest of my days making amends"

I didn't know what Vincent was going to do. He extracted a magnet-like object from his pocket and unlocked the chains which held the male slave. Then he held the slave's wrists with his white palms to calm his struggles before saying seriously: “You are free now. Now, you are no longer a slave and you no longer have a master. We are all members of the Hidden Race like you. We are your compatriots, we will protect you and help you. Please come with us."

“I should end you right here. You’re a disgrace to this pack. A weak, pathetic wolf who dared to claim me.” Pain shot through me, but I refused to look away. “Then do it. Kill me. If you hate me that much, end my misery.” For a moment, his eyes softened, his grip loosening. He looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. But then he pushed me away, his face hardening once more. “No,” he said coldly. “Death would be too merciful. You’ll live—and you’ll suffer for your sins. From this day on, you’re no longer Ella Thorn. You’re nothing but a slave.”

"You are nothing but a slave now! You have no right to touch anyone from my pack!" The word "slave" hurt Elena like a slap. Her face got hot. "I am not a slave," she said through her tight teeth. Vax laughed in a mean way. "Oh no? Then what are you? Salvatore's pet dog? His plaything?" Elena saw red. All the pain and betrayal from years ago came rushing back. "I am what YOU made me!" she shouted, her voice breaking. "You sold me! Your own daughter! You traded me for land and money like I was a cow at market!"

I heard some whisper my past name, and some snorted at me. "Delmar is now a slave? What a fate he has?" "Yeah! He was once a great warrior, but now a digger of soil!" Another slave laughed. "I bet, Alectrona brought him back. I told you no one can escape or leave this dark world alone. Not unless!"