Jabba Slave Novels & Stories

A glowing violet umbilical cord ran from her chest to the central obsidian crystal—the "Master Battery." I looked at Jago. The man I had trusted to be the "Sun for the Slums" was standing amidst the machinery of human harvesting like a proud foreman. "You said you wanted the Spires to fall," I whispered, my voice trembling with a lethal, cold rage. "You said you were a Scrapper."

Phoebe shoots Kira another look, Kira spins on her heel and walks off without another word. Phoebe purses her lips and shrugs, “We were coming to check on you. We heard about what happened, Walt said you were both really upset, so I came for you and Kira came for Ransom.” Phoebe is the Gamma female, and one of my closest friends, Kira is a high-ranking member of the Special Ops team that Ransom uses for sensitive missions. Kira and Ransom grew up together, their mothers gave birth to them on the same day. Sometimes she’s friendly, but I think having Ransom shut her out after his mate died might have ended any possibility of a real friendship between us.

(Master General Bina) By now everyone already knew the Fierce straight face orc lady before them, Every other Master called General Bina and she seems to be everyone's leader. With her clap, all the slaves stood up and clean their metal tray before moving with their team. Once again countless loud gasp and exclamations can be heard from the old Residential Building as the slave entered their temporary house.

She had followed him to the dining area; her work as a slave was to stand by his side and serve what he wanted, but the silence from Syzar still felt like a bitter pang to her heart. Vada was already up in seconds, convincing Celeste to sit as she dragged her to sit. “You need to eat too,” she winked, and Nyssa looked appalled. “You are letting a slave sit and eat among us?” she muttered. “I see no one else had a problem with it, and she is my friend, and as a grand healer, I do have a say,” she said to Nyssa, whose face heated as she faced the table. Looking at Cassian and Callix, who seemed unfazed by it, they looked amused, both under Vada’s bespelling gaze.

One or two shifted in their seats. “We heard about the invasion,” Valassam walked to the carved sideboard at the edge of the chamber. The silence stretched as he uncorked a bottle of amber whiskey and poured it slowly into a glass. “There are problems with humans everywhere, and soon, their weapons will make them just as powerful as we are.”

Nadia looked at me suspiciously, but I just smiled. "I'll tell you a bit about myself." I picked up the other plate and began to eat, picking up the silver spoon and ignoring the pain I felt when I touched the silver. "I was a slave in the Cruel Claws pack, the Alpha there is called Julian... I was born this way, as a child I cried many times, wondering what I had done to be a slave." I take several pieces of meat and notice that she's eating them all. Nadia is suspicious, but paying attention.

Una replied. She sounded exhausted. "We know, but where are you? Where is Leia? Are you two okay?" I asked quickly. "Bosch has a spell on us. I'm locked away... Leia is locked in her own head, not in control of body." Una said, as she spoke her voice got quieter and quieter. "What do you mean? Can you tell me anything you see?" I asked. "House.. old..." Una whispered before I felt the line cut off. I ran straight towards the pack house and didn't stop until I barged into the office. "Brad?" My dad said, jumping to his feet. "Una! Leias wolf.. She reached out to me just now." I said, trying to catch my breath. "What did she say? Where are they??" My dad asked standing in front of me. "She is

I said, shaking my head negatively. The man's eyebrows widened, and he smiled mockingly. “Interesting. The slave is already starting to rebel.” As soon as he had said his words, he released the chains at his feet. The latter fell to the ground with a dull thud. I saw him remove his belt in a sudden and rapid movement. It took my brain a long time to understand what he was about to do, and when I finally understood, he had already raised his belt. “No…no, I’m sorry.” I said, lowering my head, then I let out a cry of despair, holding out my wrists.

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.

After some time, he collected himself and said, “Please don’t call me that, Sir. I wouldn’t dare claim to be above you.” Myrddin smiled. He believed himself to be too abrupt. He looked at James and asked, “My friend, who’s your master?” “My master?” James froze. Then, he smiled and said, “My master is called Jabari, Emperor Jabari.” “Jabari?” Myrddin racked his brains but could not recall any person of this name. There was no one called Jabari in the Boundless Realm if his memory served him right. He thought about it and said, “Perhaps I’ve been ignorant.”