Servant Novels & Stories

Asked the Priest. "Who is a servant of any god that is not subject to the god of the earth? Is he not the god of gods and now we are privileged to work for him, to serve his cause?. You must know that it is an honor" "Yes yes, it is my mistress. I would die in his service" The Priest swore his allegiance to the god of the earth and to the Prophetess.

Even with my foot against it, it won't let go. "Let go," a voice shouts. "Servant, let go of the bow." I turn and see a shaking, smoking Silent standing behind me. "Servant," he says, "Let go of the bow. Now!" "I cannot," the robot named Servant says. "I am sorry, Master, but she is too strong. I cannot." "Then I'm sorry too," Silent says. Without warning, Silent rushes forward. He grabs an arrow from my quiver and stabs the Servant robot with it. The robot lets go of my bow as he falls to the floor in Silent's hand.

"Gun." "Right. We came here for the remaining weapons but it looks like you beat us to it,” then he gestured towards the other guy. "Since we're on the topic of introductions, this is Kai. He doesn't talk. He's been my servant since childhood." So many thoughts rushed into my head at the same time. Servant. So he's human. Doesn't talk, but obviously just did, so I assumed that he meant that he rarely talks. Kai.

There was something in his gaze that made her feel… enchanting. “I need your service, Katherine,” he drawled. “Then…” She grabbed her robe’s tie and was about to pull it when his hand stopped her. “What are you doing?” she asked, puzzled. “I thought you want my service in exchange for helping me—” “I don’t want a service this quick.” The corner of his lips twitched. “I want it to last for a long time.” Her eyes grew wide as the realization hit her. “Y-you want me to be your sex slave?”

however, the bartender was a decent man, he smiled at me and gave me a glass of plain water as I demanded, I was too tired to move hence I was adjusting myself to rest my back against the wooden table. "Hey, you, I need a glass of wine," music was too loud to think of anything else so I closed my eyes when the room was filled with fuming music rather than passion. "Hey, you servant I am talking to you," I heard the same voice again, the same voice was bleeding my ears when I heard it getting louder and insulting the bartender as he is nothing but a servant of the world, but what if he is? we all are serv

And… he probably has a point. Servants do tend to talk to one another—a lot. They listen in on the important bits and pieces of our conversations that do not apply to them, change them in a way that will make them seem more interesting, at least to them, twist them up, and spit them out in such a way that once they get back to us, we can hardly recognize them as the truth.

“Why are you not going to the pack doctor and asking for medicine?” As soon as I asked, the servant’s body froze, however, her read remained lower and said straightforwardly, “You should already know. I am a servant.” Her words were already enough as an answer. After all, even if she treated me slowly, she was still a servant. Her status in the pack is the lowest of low, and she as a servant does not have any privilege of coming to the pack doctor to be healed. I looked at her and the pale complexion that she had. Without thinking much, I stood up and walked at her

His fangs were protruding as he spoke with spite. Alice didn’t know who the vampire was talking about, but she knew that the vampire was a blood servant by the way he spoke. Vampires are pretty desolate people, and they rarely get attached to each other unless they are bound by blood like the vampire in front of her. Black Lotus said that it was blind faith. The blood servant would do everything for their master’s well-being. "I don’t keep track of my enemies, but I don’t remember ever meeting a pureblood. Who’s your master? " She asked with curiosity. The vampire didn’t answer, still shooting lasers through his eyes.

Demon servant? What is this? Mournfully, Gray shook my shoulders vigorously: "I can guess. You don't have to pretend to be strong anymore. It's not your fault that this happened!" "So... what is a demon servant?" "Some wizards with a low magical capacity will raise a child with magical ability as their own magical reserve, and sometimes forcefully imbue these children with excess magic." Gray looked at me with compassionate eyes and gently stroked my hair: "No wonder you want to learn magic so badly. It must be the trauma that made you feel the urgent need to protect yourself. Poor child."

[A bell that served for anyone that wore it was a servant in the temple of light] The other servant that also had a bell in her both of her wrist agreed and said, “Who knows that little priest was so passionate about the father” The servant added. They were sighing emotionally when. “Ahem!” A voice that was very stern but not too loud interrupted the servants that was obviously but in an unconscious way, dilly dallying what work they needed to do and they needed to finish right away.