Of Human Bondage Goodreads Novels & Stories

“Nina, the one you saved, tried to resist arrest while the youngest cried, Abigail, isn’t it?” I couldn’t breathe. I felt something inside me shatter. My mind kept replaying everything I had endured at the hands of this pack. From the death of my parents, to the Farmheads' abuse, and now, the Alpha himself was blackmailing me. My magic was bubbling inside me aching for release as I glared at Cassian. “I advise you to think very carefully about whatever you are about to do,” Cassian warned, his green eyes reflecting anger. The elders stared at me with pure hatred, like I was nothing but a stain to be wiped off their spotless pack.

Eloise Elijah approached, and when he realized what I had seen, his face contorted completely. It was Nalia who dared to say what my mouth could not. “Do you have a dark bond of slavery?” the Gamma asked her brutally. The woman lowered her head and closed her mouth. She wasn't going to say anything because of the bond. “I thought this practice had been abolished centuries ago,” Elijah said, looking closely at the woman. “She is truly alienated and subjugated to her master.”

He wasn't confused. He was worried. For her. "What book?" Ragnar repeated, more firmly this time. Elara swallowed. Her throat felt dry. "I… I don't even know how to explain it," she said, her voice unsteady. "Let me… let me introduce myself first." She drew a shaky breath. "I am Elara Montclair. I'm… human." Her gaze flickered around the room as if reaffirming that fact. "I got a book… an old lady gave it to me. She didn’t look old, not really. Just… strange. Like she knew me."

he shared and paused. “I could tell by the taste of the man’s blood that he was heavy into alcohol and drugs. When a human is that addicted, there is usually not much hope for them. Most often, they continue until they inevitably overdose or commit an act of violence that lands them in jail. I could tell by the disheveled state of the girls that his life wasn’t worth sparing. Once he was dead and I was able to calm Tasha and Trisha so they would listen to me, I learned their truth. Their mother had passed away during childbirth, and the man was their father. The girls had never been given an education and barely had their most basic needs met. It was a risk, but I told them what I was and of

“Do you think I love it—killing and hurting people at the slightest to prove a point?” “No—” he shook his head. “There is no way I do.” “I don't enjoy it one single bit. I have hurt even my own family because of him. It's not an ordinary bond we share. It's more than what you think it is—more than an operating human mind and I need you to understand this.” I didn't speak. What was I supposed to say to the tale of a man who was in bondage as I was, or maybe not? Maybe this was all a lie. I'd be damned to trust anyone here. Another tired sigh ran out of my mouth and I fell on the bed.

The way both of us rushed to him without thinking when he cried out. That was not normal. That was not acceptable. If I stay here, I’m certain I will become that human’s slave if not his puppet. And I would not stay here long enough for it to become permanent. I slammed my bag shut and stood in the middle of my room, breathing hard, my monster pacing violently inside me. “This bond is useless,” I muttered aloud. “And I will break it.” Even if it destroys everything else in the process.

We moved under the cloak of night, avoiding the scorching heat of the day. A weak woman languished in a cell, consuming only a quarter can of food daily, which left her frail and powerless, yet she clung to life. Bound by her faith, she feared that suicide would condemn her to eternal damnation, so she endured her suffering, tethered to a sliver of hope. The slave master eventually herded her out with 80 others, all long unsold and languishing, their lives dwindling away. “Be grateful, someone has bought all of you,” he announced, a hollow attempt at consolation.

I looked slightly over at Shayna, I could feel her uneasiness, this was not her typical place to be, obviously, but she is not thinking twice about dumping me here. “My friends and I are here to give you a gift, just for a small amount of money, anything would do," Linda said as she caressed the man's round belly with her hand, then moved it to his chest. Of course, I was the gift, a gift none of them owned. I was being sold as a slave.

Ancient civilizations were tainted with slavery. “I can’t let you.” “Excuse me?” “I can’t let you bring back slavery!” “You must be mad.” He looked at me like I was crazy. “There will always be slaves, Samson. Ask your fellow newcomers. There is still slavery happening in some parts of your world.” “There are people still fighting to end it.” He laughed, “Trust me, Samson. It won’t end. It’s in our human nature to enslave others for their own benefit. It happened here in this world. You cannot deny this is what humans do.”

There, a familiar aura caught his attention. The man who stole his book gave it to the familiar man. When he realized how happy and excited the man was, unconsciously he smiled and his tear dropped on his left cheek. In his mind, he reminded him of Venise. After that encounter, he went there a lot of time and investigate. Who were this people? And why this syndicate abused slaves, not just in Tillbury but also from Northcrest? He wasn’t supposed to meddle in their business, not until Andrius’ name was mentioned from the boss.