Saiyan Slave Novels & Stories

Not today though. She bared her teeth, chest rumbling, and knowing what was coming, I braced myself as she slammed me into the wall behind me, the back of my head hitting it so hard I thought my cranium would crack. Lycans healed fast, but that by no means meant we are immune to the feeling of pain. We felt pain as keenly as any human. If not more. “You are worthless, slave.” she spat. “Weak, being bait fits you so well. I can think of nothing better to show you just how insignificant and expendable you are.”

Wondering how she could ever go back home, Ariana clasped her palms to pray. "Then, do you know what a 'slave' mean?" Arian asked to see the girl shaking her head innocently. "Slave is us, the person who would be sold until a buyer comes and become our master." Unable to sentenced out the girl's life, Aurby broke free from the girl's large eyes and drew out a few breaths. "If they become our master, we should forever obey them. If we don't, they would kill us in the worst case." "K- Kill?" Her fidgeting hand fell nervously.

Nina exclaimed through the speaker. “Are you listening to yourself? Didn’t you hear the part where I was kidnapped, threatened and almost raped by the thugs? And then I had to become a slave pet to pay off Mark’s debts??” Evelyn asked in disbelief. She wondered what was going on in Nina’s mind. What was so exciting about being someone’s pet? It was degrading and she hated it.

I see him breathe again and his hand trembles, his sadness begins to be palpable, and his aura becomes denser. "Many centuries ago, I abolished this horrible practice of slavery from my lands... I always thought that when I found my other half, she would be free, and then we could rule, regardless of her status." Soren continues speaking and lowers his hand. "It seems that something in me had already foreseen something like this... I just didn't expect to find you in foreign lands." Soren runs his hand through his blond hair. I think he's desperate and that I should care, but after everything I've been through... Never... He's also a King, he's also a ruler, and none of that will change the

"I apologize, Master. I shall learn to speak appropriately." "You did not mean it." Rolling my eyes, I let out a sigh. "Why should it matter if I mean my words or not?" I asked. "After all, I am following your instructions." "You should serve me as though you want to." "News flash, I don't want to! I was sold into becoming your slave, so my behavior should not surprise you." "I was under the impression you were well-mannered." Snorting, I picked up the tray that contained the teacup. "I shall make you another one your majesty."

She repeated weakly, her lips trembling. “Three lines! Form three lines, fools,” Thorn growled, his long whip shining brightly in his hand. He quickly turned, his eyes fixed on me. “Get in line bitch,” he spat, his face twisted in a frown. “I'm try-ying,” I stuttered, pulling Steph. She could barely stand, her legs were bent making it impossible to lift her up. “Fuck!” I groaned, filled with frustration. The other slaves were already in line, murmuring within themselves.

“Well… look who it is.” She tugged the whip once, trying to pull it from my hand. I didn’t budge. Her eyes darkened slightly before she finally yanked the whip free. “You may have the title of a Luna now,” she sneered, lazily twirling the whip in her hand, “but don’t forget who you are.” Her gaze slid down my body with open contempt. “You’re still a bond slave.” Several slaves nearby lowered their heads nervously. Yara shifted beside me, but I lifted a hand slightly, stopping her.

Sloan yelled. Octnavin paused as if, for the first time, he was considering something Sloan said. "I am ruler, master, king, and you are my slave for the time being. You are not people." Octnavin ran a tentacle slowly over Sloan's body. Fuck that. Sloan was not a slave and he would bite off whatever the alien had. There was nothing Octnavin could do to change his mind. One night of saying he'd hang out with him was not a commitment to be his... anything. Sloan was no one's slave and no one's whore. He had more pride than that.

“How bad?” He took a breath before answering. “She was once a slave. To a sylph captain.” Arah’s eyes widened. “A slave? I thought sylphs and salamanders either killed their enemies outright or took them as prisoners of war.” Eitan gave a short, bitter laugh. “You truly have lost your memories, haven’t you?” he said. “Both our kinds have done unspeakable things to each other—only it’s not widely talked about, even within our own ranks.”

He simply sat there with a drink he clearly had no intention of consuming. Adrian stopped two meters away. “Who sent you?” The slave didn’t respond verbally. Instead, a slow, twisted smile curled across his lips, revealing faint, sharpened fangs—nothing like the elegant ones of a pure vampire. These were stunted, cracked, like they belonged to a creature trapped between worlds. Like Adrian. “Outcast…” the slave whispered, his voice like metal scraping glass. Adrian’s jaw flexed. “Answer the question.” The slave tilted his head. “You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be alive.”