Saiyan Slave Novels & Stories

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.

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

“You promise me a home after you have your heir, and that you’ll never hurt me, or use that… that power on me. And I will give you everything you’ve asked. If I don’t, well… it sounds like I’d be dead anyway.” He was still gaping, but as if he’d caught himself doing it, his eyes suddenly hooded and his mouth snapped shut. “That you would,” he muttered. I nodded. “So… what do you have to lose?” ***** ~ CASIMIR ~ It was a fascinating proposal. The moment she’d said she’d give herself to me willingly, my cock had twitched. Then, when she named herself a slave… my power surged. Even now, it raged in my veins as if it could reach through my skin to take her.

"She'll be trained to be one of my assistants." Lilian and Lily's auras became more aggressive. "She was a slave!" Lilian said indignantly. This time I raised my aura. "You said it well, she was... In our domains, slavery is one of the last resorts." I spoke in a controlled voice. "As far as I remember, you two have already bought some slaves out there, and I didn't say anything." I know my aura is heavier, so they both bowed briefly. "Yes, my King." They spoke in unison.

This reckless path fate had thrust upon him was filled with disaster. He was still a human slave, while King Daemonikai remained the powerful ruler of a species that hated his kind. Still disguised as a boy and a Syren in hiding, carrying the secret of his true identity. And there was still the looming threat of his full heat, and even the challenge of navigating the mini-heats now that the beast was gone. A sharp rap on the door jolted him from his thoughts. "Are you in there, Slave?" "Yes, soldier," he replied.

He had a chiseled face and incredible jawlines. "Why are you staring at me?" He asked in a cool voice. I said nothing in response, allowing myself to be mesmerized by his strange and somewhat scary eyes. They were green but occasionally flashed with an orange glow— it was not humanlike. The aura he gave off was not pleasant. Everything about him screamed dangerous and that I should stay away, but how exactly was I as a slave supposed to stay away from one's master? "Get your things, I am ready to leave."

I could see the fear in her eyes, her face clouded in mysery. She was usually the stronger and fearless one, but seeing her panic sent a cold shiver down my back. “What do I do now?” I wondered. ‘Do I ignore the rules and participate? Or do I step out and head back to those filthy cages?” These thoughts filled my mind as I contemplated on my next course of action. As much as I hated being a slave, pretending to be a lycan was more than suicide. Apart from their striking physical features, lycans were also known to have blue blood, humans don't.

In fact, they were already on two completely different levels. How could he not be shocked upon learning that? Moreover, the most terrifying part about this was that he had already failed to withstand a single slap from Zayn. His arms were broken and he was drenched in cold sweat from the pain. One should know that he was a 5S-class transhuman, an equal force to a perfect-class master fighter in Rheasia’s martial arts world. Moreover, he was close to being unrivalled amongst his peers, yet he had lost the ability to fight so easily after taking a slap from Zayn now.

“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.