Jabba Slave Novels & Stories

There was only one probable explanation. I was living in a dream, a funny and terrifying one. "N-n-northern wolves?" "Yes," Cyrus said, then acknowledged the man in front. "Theo, has the crisis been averted?" "Considerably so. We reached a compromise." "They should know better than to mess with us," snarled Cyrus. "Greedy pests," he hissed. "Who is she?" "Ah, my new slave. I paid a fine price for her."

And I wonder how he even got the 'lethal concoction'. The mare — Hijar, which means messenger of death in Kintilese — snorts as we reenter the forest. I pat her head, leaning on her neck and wrapping my hands around her. It took us mere hours to arrive at the village when we were making our escape and I wonder why the security around the forest isn't tight at all. Do the slavemasters underestimate the slaves that much? Well, it's my luck that I can gain easy entry. The taskmaster won't stand a chance against me. Even the whole army of taskmasters who oversee the plantation won't stand a chance. I'm invincible.

“I, Pavan Tuffin from the Tuffin family, the ninth chief of the Milky Way Battle Institution in Stella Civilization Galaxy, am making you and other earthlings my slaves forever. Elders, plant the slave mark!” Pavan sounded like he was God as his voice reached everyone's ears. “As you wish, Master Pavan,” the four elders said respectfully. At the same time, they instantly appeared around the huge ‘slave’ word in the sky. At this time, the golden ‘slave’ word was almost completed. If one zoomed in 10,000 times to look at it, one would notice that this word was made up of countless other dense and tiny ‘slave’ words. There were at least 100 billion of them.

And yet here he was. "Killam. Killam," Jabir called out. Killam lifted his head and looked across the lounge to where Jabir was leaning over the bar. He had a cigar in one hand and was pointing it at Killam. "You are a badass," Jabir proclaimed. "You're too kind," Killam said. Jabir howled as if Killam had said something funny. "When are we going to get to see these cars?" Zak asked, glancing between Jabir and Killam.

“ Mister Knight, how did hell look like? Sure you got a slight glimpse of it.” I glared at each and everyone of them , till I got to the last, Julian. “who else haa something to say?” they were all silent. I turned to the boy. “who are you?” “Milord” he bowed.“I'm Kabal, a slave's soon, the youngest of four.” the boy humiliated by his own words stopped. “im grateful milord” he fell on his knees. “ welcome to the legion Kabal” “he would be your Knight” I pointed to the night on the ground.“trust he won't be rebellious

Alpha Kingston's POV. My mouth became more widened when Jade tried to slap Phoebe back but Phoebe caught her hand. She pulled her away from my side. "How dare you hit me, slave?!" Jade yelled in anger, her body was shaking and I doubted it was out of anger. "Don't you ever call me a slave again, let me inform you and if you haven't heard the news that I am going to be your new Luna, how about that?" Eve shrieked.

Welcome back to the fold, little slave. I closed my eyes in the dark. They were right. I was nothing. The dream of Jaynayah the mate, Jaynayah the free wolf, died in that cabin with Mace. Only the slave remained. And she was home in the dark, where she belonged.

I ask then they smile, "I'm Shane the 3rd Slave this is Kathleen the 4rt Slave-" She pointed at the girl on her left side, "Then this is Sapphire the 5th Slave" then she pointed at her right side they are waiving their hand's to say hi, then I wave my hand to her. "Oh, I'm Brittany," I introduce myself and shake their hand's I guess they are friendly because they are smiling and all, "You're the 10th Slave Brittany haha," Shane said and I was shocked to know that I was the 10th that many?, that freak has so many Slaves? wow.

RAPHA OKOYE POV "Did my grandson fail to claim your neck and mark you as his true mate last night, Rapha?" Elder Jabari Adebayo asks, his heavy, blind-looking eyes staring directly into my soul from his grand stone throne. My breath hitches in my throat, my pulse hammering violently against my ribs. If the old Alpha supreme digs into the absolute failure of our mating bed, I do not even know what lie to feed him.

“Cilla Markle.” “You’re still new here, but you will adjust. Have you seen the other slaves? Most of them came here acting like they owned the world but we shaped them into what we wanted. We are going to shape you into a proper slave, as well. I will do it. I have to go now, but mark my word. I always get what I want.” After threatening me, Jardon marched away while I stared at his vanishing figure. He reached the herb again and disappeared into the row of trees next to it.