Saiyan Slave Novels & Stories

"After all, if I hurt my master, I will receive twice the pain." Saye and Arlo don't even have slave contracts because they are willing to serve me, but they wanted to give me their blood pearl, which is more deadly than a slave contract. But the between the two are different. One is willing to die for their master while the other can't hurt the master. God, demons are such sadistic and masochistic beings. "Well?" I breathe warm air through my nose. Indeed, Merkon can't hurt me, but he's an artifact. Probably old as the Elders, he can't break the slave contract easily. I can't read his expression, but I can't let my guard down.

Even as he grew older and began to express his emotions to Hayden, the slave remained obedient. It's all thanks to his green ring that controls bugs inside his body to make him obey commands. As long as the bugs don't leave his body, the slave is forever his. Hayden continued on his way still laughing amusedly. “Hypothetically speaking, that blonde, in the end, falls in love with Fuschia, then the game will be more fun. I can see his pain because his love will not be reciprocated by Fuschia who loves me forever,” Hayden halted his step again, but this time he didn't say anything for a long time.

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.”

"Whatever it is. Ruby, I can't stay in this cage anymore. I can feel them... laughing inside myhead." "The serum uses a 'Master-Slave' protocol," Vovosexplained, ignoring Nevan’s outburst. "The Ascendancy isthe Master; the Subject is the Slave. To break the link, wemust overwrite the Master. We must give the Subject a new anchor. One that is stronger than their satellite array."

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.”

A few seconds has passed, yet I felt absolutely nothing but there's a difference on my body, a Sakura flower tattoo appears on my forehands, it looks neat and kinda to my liking actually. (The Slaves Ownership of 20 Slaves has been transferred successfully. The loyalty of All slaves has been set to 70% (Loyal/ Beloved/Trusted), Congratulations Sir. ) "Thanks…Looks like, I already got free workers now…...time to put that Ex-Queen to work..".

he flinched when the mafia roared. "SHUT UP. Did I give you the permission to talk? Huh?" The other lowered his eyes and gulped with fear and murmured in barely audible voice. "Sorry” but Jonathan heard it clearly. "You are exact slave material. This the exact respect you are supposed to give your master" For Jonathan those were just words but for Aiden that was like dagger steeping inside his chest for like 100 times. Slave Am I a slave now? Slave No, I'm not.

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.