Harry Potter Slaves Novels & Stories

Calithea's POV Wails of agony could be heard all over the land of the witches. I was resting at that time after the tiresome training when groups of men attacked our land. My kind can't fight them because they are using guns to destroy us. Tears were already streaming down my eyes upon witnessing what just happened.

King Lucian announced and his voice rang through the hall with finality. "The slave will die for the crime of using dark magic and for the abomination of forcing a mate bond with a wolf.”

“I-I’m sorry, I heard she was in here and assumed it was nothing important.” I scoffed before I could stop it and all eyes turned to me. “Something on your mind, slave?” I cast down my eyes and turned around, heading for the door. They didn’t know about anything that had happened earlier. Relief washed over me as I walked to the kitchen. It was almost dinner and I helped out the chef. ‘Slave’ That one word had more power than I would like to admit. But it was true, that was me. A slave. “Selene, grab the potatoes and then make a salad,” Cathy, the chef said as I walked in.

Facing the older maid, Rose. "What did you just say? Uhmm....you were saying something just now. About the master's slave. Is there someone in here apart from Jericho and I ?" She asked, trying to confirm what she heard seconds ago. "Yes, David and we the maids are the only one in the house." Rose responded and left before she could say anything else. "I'm sure I heard her say something right now." A new girl in the house? Jericho's slave? How come? Who's this slave? And why did Jericho suddenly want a slave for himself? What came over him?

There is a drain in the center of the white tile floor, and the walls are all stainless steel. Elbrus takes a chain still attached to my wrists, and snaps the shackles onto my wrists. He winds the chain around my arms, and runs the chain through a loop hanging from the ceiling. He pulls the chain until my feet are swaying, two feet above the ground. He runs his hand along the edge of a spotless metal lab table, finally coming to rest it on a whip, it’s leather is braided with chunks of bone. He picks it up and gives it a crack, my whole-body tenses when he turns to me. I can’t use magic against him, the protection spells around him are too strong. I can only wait. When he finally reaches me,

she gasped, "she's got you there. I can maybe see you fucking his ass with your eyes closed if we shaved it, or even letting him suck your cock if you closed your eyes and pretended it was one of us, but I can't imagine you sucking his cock. It would be difficult to pretend you're doing anything other than sucking another prick. You may as well suck Master William's dick, save Julia the trouble and you all the mental anguish." Everyone started laughing harder, even William Thornhill and my parents. "I'll gladly cede my next cock sucking to you, Master Scott, just to see you do it," Evelyn said. I was laughing too. "I forgot about that rule," I admitted. "Wait a minute," Shasta said. "There a

I uttered in a fiery tone. Suzy didn't say much more than sneer at me while mockingly laughing at me. “Oh, I beg of you. You have no idea what kind of person he is, you naive little lamb. Don't be impolite to him or call him any slurring names. If he really wants to, he could easily pull your neck off. Believe me, many of our maids and slaves has been killed by my Master because he doesn’t like them. If you keep on being a brat, you might end up being dead.” Suzy uttered that completely made my while body goosebump.

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.

Their hands were placed on their chest, still thinking back to how Alex violently killed everyone. The final skill that he performed, the furnace of forbidden spells, was mind-boggling. None of them had ever heard of this power. They were simply confused with the entire situation. In the end, they all turned to look at Hermione. “Is he really your master’s husband? As in that goddess’ husband?” “Who is he then? Is he really some superhuman from ancient times?” Hermione waved both her hands. “Don’t ask me. I can’t tell you anything. I can only say that the sect master’s daughter of the Sun Shrine gave Sir ten billion spiritual stones.”

Ivara's POV “Isn’t that the five hundred million dollar slave?” “Who thought they’d send such an expensive slave to the labor field? Like—the labor field.” These and many other derogatory comments came from the other omega slaves loitering nearby. I kept my head low as I walked. None of their words moved me. All I was concerned about was my dream and Kerion.