Harry Potter Slaves Novels & Stories

(Andrea) Although her face was slightly reddened by her questions, I hear the wariness in her tone. From day one I never gave them any task that a normal slave would do, instead, I made sure all their basic needs were met. In the end, this world is still a Medieval Fantasy world, where slaves were just possession and as a slave, they need to be used (No matter for what), if they were not then people around you would start doubting whether you were powerful or even qualified to be in power, As for the slaves they will start to think that they were not needed and probably being feed just to become a sacrificed in some forbidden magic ritual.

I had already been struggling so much that my body shifted in the bed and I fell on the floor. “What are you doing?Do you know that the longer it takes for you to heal the harder it will be for us to sell you off!" One of them yelled and then the other just growled at my body that was sprawled on the floor. ”Why don't we just cut her up already? honestly she looks far too damaged to fetch a good price...“ It was the way they talked about me as if I was nothing more than an item. I was an Alpha blood, and now I had to endured this again...being a slave, u rather be chopped into pieces instead of me to have to endure *living* like that.

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.

"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

I tossed and turned on my bed continually. The horror of the day's events kept replaying in my mind like a bad movie. From how someone was executed for his crimes by being eaten alive by a beast, and then the way Melanie had been auctioned off and sold to the creepy Lord Albert. The werewolves were mean creatures and I hated them. As I pondered on these things, the door to the room in the slave quarters I was in opened and someone came to tap me, handed a note and disappeared as quickly as they had come.

“Even if we break up, so what? Dave isn’t blind—why would he ever fall for someone as rude and arrogant as you?” Elaine had no idea Serona had been pursuing Dave for two years with no success. Her words cut like a knife straight to Serona’s heart. Gasping with rage, Serona slapped her again. “I’ll kill you, you bitch! How dare you toy with Dave and insult me like this!” As the daughter of a government official, Serona was favored by teachers and classmates alike—no one dared cross her. Elaine had never felt such pain or terror, convinced she would be beaten to death by the group of girls.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

He paused, looking satisfied as he watched our uncertain reactions, "Just so happens, I've got exactly one of those. Well trained, too, now that she's broken in.." Thane cut him off with a raised hand, "No," he said sharply, and Yannick raised an eyebrow, laughing as though he were being ridiculous. "No?!" he repeated in disbelief, "Are you in your right mind?" Thane only stared at him, his face hard and serious. "We've no wish to use your 'broken in' witch," he said angrily, "I hate to even think what that term implies. We don't keep slaves of any kind here, or support those who do."

I struggled up, and limped out of his room. Where is he taking me to? Why should I go to wherever it is with him? Why me? Lots of questions kept running through my mind. Are they going to slaughter me for collapsing beside the Master? Oh, no! Why did I even have to collapse. I was still walking down the hallway absentmindedly when I heard a commotion. I saw many other slaves dressed in their sack clothes, and with ashes poured on their messy hairs. They were walking out of the castle in a queue. My eyes widened in shock, and I wondered where they were being taken to.

Though truth be told, I did little more than wait my turn, yet my body has already decided that it's done enough for the day. Tossing some crispier bits of bacon and an omelette onto my plate, I make my way towards a dining table. There are three set up in the room, which sits just off of the kitchen. I plant myself at the emptiest one and feel myself tense up a little, feeling every pair of eyes at the table on me. The ones who were animatedly talking become silent as I settle down. I cringe inwardly and avoid looking at any of them. “It’s Lisandra- the slave; the bait,” I can hear a taunting voice, purposely just loud enough for me to hear.