From Slave To Queen Novels & Stories

Cassandra was a spoiled princess in a castle that dreamed of becoming queen, but that will never happen because I will take it away from her. “Why am I not surprised.” I smiled sweetly, enjoying the way her perfectly flawless face hardened with rage. Her fist tightened, trembling as she barely contained the anger trifling through her. “A fucking human doesn’t belong here.” She spat with disdain, “You will never be worthy of him, Lazarus will never make a human the Luna and Queen so drop out.” They all joined in, reiterating the same nonsense. “Humans don’t belong here.” “You are nothing but a slave.”

"Enough with all this shit, Aliyah. You're coming with me. Right where you belong!" He was about to lay a hand on me when a voice boomed from behind him, freezing us both in place. "She's not going anywhere, Brayden. She stays here." Brayden chuckled and spun around to face King Ashton. "I told you, you can't keep a slave without the royal committee, Ashton. She's mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she knows it!" "She's no longer a slave, Brayden. If that's what you believe, then you clearly haven't been paying attention," the king said, tipping his chin toward my neck. "She's not yours to claim."

“Do you want to buy a slave?” My face darkened while glaring at him. “Why would we buy a slave? I thought you would be touring me around the city?” “I was thinking that you don’t have a personal attendant. You did not have one. I’m planning to buy one if you do not like any of the servants in the palace.” “That was in your mind when you asked me to come with you?” “What else?” “I am a slave. Do you know what the rumors circulated? That I am a slave queen. Servants called me Queen Slave. I don’t need another slave to tend to my needs. Funny isn't it? They call you Dick King while I am Slave Queen.”

Nevertheless, Brixton pushed through the paper on my hand out of his slipping patience. I opened the parchment as my eyes widened on it. It was big, and a lot of written words in modern English were on it, including the rules and regulations in this kingdom along with his own rules. The parchment says I am now his slave, one who will do everything for him, and an instrument to bear a child for him. "B-Bear a c-child?" I mumbled in astonishment. "Yes," he answered directly. "I am the successor. If no one would present themselves to be my queen, then you will step up and bear one. You ought to give me an heir, as that is one of your duties to be my slave."

I couldn’t handle her disobedience and if she was to remain my personal slave, and accompany wherever I went in the world, then she’d need to now the basics about being the slave to a king. I quickly scanned my handprint on the scanner, the door to the downstairs swinging wide open. Instead of taking the stairs, I opened to jump down them, quickly landing at the base of the stairs. I hurried along the Corridor to the slaves quarters, opening the door for the females. The main part of the estate was quiet, all the lights turned off. At this time of night, all the slaves should be sleeping. I walked down the hall, the beast inside me stirring when I caught a faint with of Mary, she was definit

The Queen’s eyes sweep the group, landing on Liam and softening, then hardening again. “Rise, all of you,” the Queen says. “I want to see my daughters’ faces.” Zayla stands, flanked by Bella, Liam, Jenifer, Alex, and Amanda. The Queen’s gaze lingers on Bella’s jaw, the tilt of her chin, and a faint line of pride. Then, she moves to Zayla, inspecting the violet shimmer of her scales. “So. You have shifted. Congratulations. Few survive the first time without… incident.”

“It is my pleasure that you have revisited this place, Beta Valentine. Will you repurchase another slave? I have a lot of options for you. All are beautiful and hardworking. Come, come.” I wondered what kind of hard work they would do. Does it matter now? Perhaps my new master will make me his new pet or, worse, sex slave. A shiver ran down my spine. "No. I am not doing that." “You came here?” I asked. “When we bought the previous queen.” “Excuse me for interrupting. But isn’t the current queen the one you bought a couple of years ago?” Ah. The beta was with the alpha king and witnessed how the king found his mate.

Like he hadn't just been standing there shaking with his head down. A pause. Then Syris's voice through the speaker. Quiet and dry like always. "I wasn't aiming for you, Varek." A small rattling sound. A laugh maybe. "I want my queen back." Another pause. Slower. Heavier. "How does it feel... knowing everyone who gets close to you ends up in pieces?" Varek said nothing. The lights hummed. Watching his back from the table. The stillness of it. The way his hand holding the phone had gone white at the knuckles.

Afraid this palace would swallow me whole. I stood in the snow, my breath freezing in the air. Ruby did not invite me in. That, too, was part of the message. A warning to me, and to Silver Ridge Pack: anyone who defied the Pope would be punished. At last, Ruby emerged from the shadows of her chamber. I dropped instantly to one knee, bowing low. “Cleaner Nina, greets Handmaiden Ruby.” Three years as a slave had carved that title into my bones.

I have always loved baths like these. I wonder why the King is being a different Master. He keeps me close but doesn’t want me near. He makes me his slave but treats me better than slaves usually are treated. It made me worry. Would this all lead to my death? Treat me well before you murder me? Is it some sick twisted way to torture my family? My ancestors?