Lawless Servamp Novels & Stories

She took his hands as they did some ritual yelling and handshake and she turned to me— “This is Blake. The guy that’s gonna take us to the Serpent boss. He’s my guy so we’re good” She nodded before looking to him. “We’re good” “And it’s Murphy” He said, squinting to see the roads as he pulled away. “The serpent boss” He continued as we shared a glance. “She’s a woman?” I asked, refusing eye contact.

He muttered and Zach scoffed, he doesn't fucking want his apologies, he wants him to answer him and the earlier he does that, the better it would be. "I don't want your apologies, I want you to tell me who made the law that servants should be treated like trash here. They might be a servant but that doesn't make them a non-living thing and as far as my pack is concerned, no servants would be treated like trash..." He paused and turned to look at everyone, his eyes cold and angry.

I nodded and said, "That feels good. " "Get down on your knees. Beg me. " My head snapped up and I shouted at him, "Are you playing with me? " "How can you say playing? You're the one who said you liked it and wanted more." I blushed, "Our agreement was that I would be a servant for you, not a whore." "In my world, a servant has to do everything to make his master happy." He winked at me, "Right now, what makes me happy is the sex with you ."

Liam had watched his Alpha coming apart for months now. Rather than humbling him when they were forced off their lands by the bear shifters, he became more and more bold and dictatorial. Now he was simply unhinged. Liam had never trusted Brand. The shifter had a huge chip on his shoulder where his brother was concerned and it was never smart to get involved in a family fight.

made it clear, his new master wasn’t acknowledging that blood. “Liliana Silvershade, I, Neval Whitefang, pledge an oath of servitude. I will obey every command, even if you order my own death.” Liliana smirked triumphantly. The man who had ravaged her in her last life was now under her command in this one. “Neval, hear your first order,” she said. “Take me to the rest of the berserkers around the area. It’s time for me to make my own army.”

Logan leans his massive torso back against the wooden chair, his vocal register adopting a blunt, business-like tone. "Samson has hoarded a massive mountain of resource tokens within the Barnes borders across the past winter cycles, but his claws are not clean of blood-vices. His enterprises are booming exclusively because of foul, illegal under-the-table border trade deals that violate council law. Unlike the low-tier elders who are sloppy with their footprints, Samson is a master at masking his dark transactions—which renders his profile vastly more lethal to your operations. Whenever his perimeter encounters a tricky legal problem or a rival border threat, his public mask pretends that he

The skinny man facing them cackled ominously. This man was known as Rat Servant, one of the 12 servants nurtured by the Trio Alliance Island in Wyverna. After Tiger Servant, he was another who had reached the formidable semi-Empyrean level. Facing a semi-Empyrean, the four Dukes of War struggled, barely holding their ground and on the brink of being overwhelmed. The difference between a Duke of War and a semi-Empyrean was a narrow gap in rank but a vast chasm in power.

"This vampire is a bit… special. His needs are very strong. I’d recommend a model with a gentler temperament." I was confused. "Strong needs? Like, from psychological trauma?" "You could say that," the rep replied vaguely. "Then it's no problem," I said, decisively tapping ‘Confirm Payment.’ As a psychologist with eight years of practice, a creature with deep-seated psychological issues was basically my catnip. Besides, that psychopath had started following me all the way to my front door. I needed a two-for-one deal: someone who could protect me and handle the chores. After the Supernatural Beings Legalization Act, hiring vampires as bodyguards had become pretty standard for humans.

Kilian stepped in front of me. “She does not speak english. IShe is my new servant. Dad, you can not have her. You bought her for me!” The word hit me hard. Servant! Was he telling his dad I was his servant? Would his father take me now that the truth was out. “Lyra?” Dragan’s face turns to regrat.