Saiyan Slave Novels & Stories

Sinking himself into the pain of the moment. Mate. Love. Respect. Pack. Loyalty. Mate. Love. Respect. Pack. Loyalty. Mate. Love. Respect. Pack. Loyalty. He kept repeating the same words over and over again in his head. Finally, something exploded, and the pain simply faded as he collapsed to the ground. “Luke, he did it.” Closing his eyes, Nathan let sleep claim him. When Nathan opened his eyes, he looked toward the single basement window to find it was dark outside. Glancing down his body, he saw he was back in human form. Had it all been a dream? Then he saw that his body was different, bigger, larger, more muscular than before.

It was the most animalistic sound I had ever heard in my entire fucking life. “Where is she now?” Ziyah demanded to know. The woman looked like she was maybe in her mid to late twenties. Her features did not look human or shifter, but I was not certain what she was though. The asshole’s head tilted until he could see her picture. His eyes watered when he looked back at my mate. I was fairly certain that he was two seconds away from losing his sanity if my mate had anything to say about it. “Slater. She’s Alpha Dion’s slave.”

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.

She does not allow Celeste to mingle with other people who do not belong to their status. "Quit befriending him. You don't want him to get hurt right?" Her imposing aura is dominating the living room. She immediately turned her back and left Celeste astounded. Celeste's mom is Wensly Simeon-Klatt. Wensly is the third among the Simeon's siblings. She married Dawson Klatt when she was only twenty-two because of an arranged marriage. The gorgeous matriarch of the Klatts is a strong-willed woman. She is vicious and sometimes hideous because she wanted her husband to be the most favored among the Klatts.

I glanced over at Ashton, who wore a tense expression, clearly surprised by the man’s outburst. “That human girl you called Aliyah is a slave. She’s a property of the Connor pack, so you should return her. Otherwise, the royal council will doubt your authority and decision-making. abilities. You’re the new king of Jadeisles, Ashton. So the least you can do is make wise and strategic choices for us." His harsh words painfully constricted my heart. Was this all I was—a slave, an unwanted burden? I knew bringing a human to their kingdom could pose a threat to their secrecy, but I couldn’t help the sting of rejection that washed over me.

The servant replied, and I clenched my fist in fury. "No f****** way! There's no way I'll let this happen. He can't... He can't choose a slave Instead of me. How can he compare me, Tara the only daughter of the powerful Lord Xeus. The heiress to the Xeus empire, and he dares to choose a slave over me?" I jerked up with so much annoyance. "He must have been out of his mind my lady. What do you want me to do now?" The servant asked, and I gritted my teeth.

I only realized that I was when I saw big drops of tears drizzling down my legs. “Hush now,” a warm voice called me, and then I felt a hand touching my cheek. Slowly, I looked up and met his brown eyes. “Don’t cry. As long as you obey me, I won’t kill you,” he said. Is he… comforting me? The man who bought me for $5 million was giving me comfort? ‘What a load of b*llshit!’ “From today onwards,” He continued, “I am your master, and you are my slave. If you play nice, I'll treat you well."

Lia said as she had her seat beside me on the sofa. "Team?" The Ronan of a guy called, he took a glimpse at me and I returned him a scowl. "He's just a mere human, he's way lower than any of us. A soul slave." Soul slave? How dare this motherfucker call me a slave!

Two more followed, one across her belly, another across her thighs. "This one’s for making Anton look at you like you’re something. Like you’re... better than me." Saphira was losing control, eyes burning red with hatred, lips twisted in jealousy. "You want to know what you are?" she hissed, crouching down and yanking Selene’s hair back, forcing her to look into her eyes. "You’re a slave. A whore. Even your father knew you were worthless, that’s why he sold you for a title. Anton can fuck your body, but my name will be next to his when he’s crowned King of Wolves."

His posture radiated authority, and the energy around him seemed to pulse with raw power. He walked to the center of the training ground. All eyes turned to him. “Warriors.” Silence fell instantly. The soldiers lifted their heads, attentive. “This is Airys Monveil, a human, a slave purchased by our Lycan king.” Each word was spoken with calculated weight. The emphasis on “slave” made me clench my fists tightly, biting my tongue to hold back the curse that wanted to escape. The stares around me intensified. Malicious smiles appeared on some of the warriors’ faces, and an unpleasant shiver ran down my spine.