Saiyan Slave Novels & Stories

“Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

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.

Ragnar still hadn't retreated. “But of course,” Melany said. “You do not really worry about your slaves, do you?” My eyes lifted to meet hers. “I heard what happens to them,” she continued, slower this time. “You fuck them. Then they die.” I did not flinch. I’d grown used to the blood on my hands. But hearing it from her, said aloud... Still, I kept my voice calm. “Who told you that?” She just shrugged, sinking deeper into the water.

Looking at Charles, the old man said with a smile. "I'm here under your master’s command, Sir. I didn't expect that my Slave Clan would meet the Inuit again. Once, the previous chief of the Slave Clan followed Soren to fight with the Inuit. With time passing, there will be another reincarnation." The old man looked up at the sky and said with a sigh.

“I’d like to keep it that way. That is why I keep you locked in your quarters. The fewer they know the better.” “But how exactly could I be a threat, Master?” I couldn’t hurt a fly. I’m just a human slave who got sold upon the death of her parents, was taken to a human pet shop and then got sold again. At least I still believe I’m human. Until I see some supernatural abilities, I would take Dahlia’s words with a grain of salt.