First Class Servent Novels & Stories

It was the young servant who had served us wine in the command tent yesterday. I tried to walk past him, but he stepped into the centre of the hall, bowing low. "Alpha Vane," the servant said, his voice hesitant. "Forgive my intrusion... but what will happen to Lieutenant Serviag? Is he really going to be executed?" I stopped, looking down at him with a glare. "He betrayed this pack. I am going to have his head cut off and spiked on the main gate before sunset." The servant flinched, his eyes darting back and forth nervously.

Lira just shook her head like she could not help her and she slightly agreed with Eric. Rosy sat and drank with a disappointed expression for she knew, Eric was expert in judging people. He couldn’t be mistaken. “Sorry, Let’s eat now.” Charles came in with a servant beside him. “Beth, this is Mr. Eric Grant, please serve him the best you can, okay?” Charles sounded beside Eric. It was obvious that Charles was treating Eric the most VIP by giving him his own servant. The servant was a young girl like she was just in her 20s.

I sat up, wearing a frown instantly, "What are you doing here?" "You've been asked to vacate the guest quarters." I sighed in relief. This is it! Andrew has come to his senses. "Andrew sent you to escort me?" "The Alpha has asked you to be sent to the level one servant room." My jaw dropped. Level one? That's the lowest of the servants rank. Being a level one servant meant you had to scrub the floors, toilets, and basically every belittling chore. It also meant the whole pack looked down on you.

The chief maidservant made those statements, as she introduced me to everyone and for a moment; I felt very ashamed of myself as I was introduced as a maid. I immediately waved my hands to everyone with a half smile on my face, as I was deeply sad in my mind and thoughts. "As we go on, I want us to always remember our mindset and believe here, that no one is above anyone among you all and do not ever refer to each other or anyone as a slave... You all have your stories and reasons why you are here, so let's keep things among us respectful!" The chief maidservant made that declaration and reminded every one of us, as she had a very fierce look on her face.

It was a fortress of glass and stone, surrounded by perfectly manicured lawns that made the slums he had lived in feel like a distant, dirty memory. He was directed to the servants' entrance at the back, where he was met by the head butler, a man named Miller who looked like he hadn't smiled in forty years. Miller didn't waste time with a tour. He handed Cal a set of crisp, white gloves and a uniform that felt like a straitjacket. "Mr. Voss expects absolute silence and perfect timing," Miller warned. "You will be in charge of breakfast service and personal attendance for the master and his guest."

“Quinn, like I told you, you are still not a freeborn in shadow pack, and you are also a maid” Lincoln started, “ but because of some setting things I will announce to everyone here that you are the new chief servant” “The new chief servant” Quinn gasped. “This dude is something else. How can he think of putting me in such a position?” She was supposed to start from the lowest position as a servant and now that he was making her higher than every other servant, she certainly knows she was going to make so much enemy than all the friends she has ever had.

she ask and lowered her gazed into the meal. "Yes My highness, He said you need to feed them otherwise they will eat your Small intestine," the Servant said and she couldn't help but to laugh sarcastically. "İ didn't aware of his Humorous side, That's so hilarious," she said before having bite the sandwich. "Thanks for the food how about you, have you eat already,?" she ask. "Yes My highness before we proceed our work here, we follow the Fırst important rule of the king that we need to feed our pet so that we could able to did our daily work here with the high energy," the servant said and she just smiled.

I asked and started walking at a normal pace. Once we reached the Servant's House, all of them greeted Diane but avoided looking at me which I really understand. In this pack, I am a servant who keeps on attracting problems, so I can't blame them for looking at me like that. Still in my eyes, all of them are as equal as me.

~ JESSE ~ I looked at the two submitted males, bending at the waist so their heads were well below their waists, and I was shocked. Were they offering that to Cazz, or to me? It all happened in seconds, so I found myself watching them over my shoulder, chewing on my lip. Then we turned and there were three servants, one of them a female who clearly managed others, because she had the big loop of keys at her waist that only the Lead servants carried.

The skinny man facing them cackled ominously. This man was known as Rat Servant, one of the 12 servants nurtured by the Trio Alliance Island in Wyverna. After Tiger Servant, he was another who had reached the formidable semi-Empyrean level. Facing a semi-Empyrean, the four Dukes of War struggled, barely holding their ground and on the brink of being overwhelmed. The difference between a Duke of War and a semi-Empyrean was a narrow gap in rank but a vast chasm in power.