Servant Novels & Stories

I, very much exasperated after the week I’ve had, told the servant who had followed me into the forest, all the way to the snake pit. I bit my lip, staring at the muscular, dark-skinned servant that had asked for my aid in his escape. It was a tough call. The guy had that guarded look in his eye that I knew so well. It had been in my own once, the stare of an animal slowly turning rabid. He had strength to him, though. His body was stacked with muscle, taut with a six pack one only saw on the warriors here. I knew all of the servants at camp, and this one had only been here for ten months.

I’m doomed, but because I’d rather chew caterpillars than verbally admit to him that he’s right, I stay very silent. “I thought as much.” He senses my defeat and concludes. What an insensitive prick. “Is this the reward you spoke about?” I ask the second question buzzing in my mind. “You can think of it whatever you wish. Now, back to the issue of you being my personal servant.” Yes. Yes. That horrible reality. “A personal servant. What does that even mean?” I’m still feigning innocence as I ask the question. “Willow, with regards to the role you used to play in your father’s castle before you were brought here, I’m very sure yo

“A blood attendant, no matter how essential, remains a human servant. I do not confuse utility with kinship.” “My future wife,” Vincent continued, his tone precise and detached, “must stand as my equal. Lilith is of my world. She belongs where I belong.” I dropped my eyes, the public dismissal a fresh brand of its own. “The Elder misunderstands,” I said, forcing a placid tone. “My bond to the Lord is purely one of service.” For a heartbeat, Vincent’s mask seemed to strain at the edges. Then it solidified. Lilith’s fingers tightened on Vincent’s arm, a subtle signal of triumph.

“I’m sorry…your what?” I thought he wanted something else.. “Servant,” he repeated, casual. “Personal one.” I stared. “You’re joking.” “Nope.” Hands in his pockets now. “Unless you wanna sell your organs to pay me back in that same two weeks. Nothing less, nothing more.” Two weeks. There was no universe where I’d earn that much that fast. Even if I pawned my soul and my bed. “You can’t be serious,” I scoffed. “You already have palace maids. What, you need a personal one for your ego? Or your emotional support issues?”

I jolted awake, my heart hammering against my ribs as straw flew into the air. Standing at the head of the aisle was a broad, square-jawed woman in a dark wool dress reinforced with thick leather straps. Where Mistress Veda was a stern soldier of the scullery, this woman wore the silver keys and ivory whistle of the Head Servant of the Obsidian Spire. Head Servant Mistress Brida. Brida was known throughout the lower levels as a cruel, petty tyrant who derived vicious pleasure from breaking young women sent from the defeated Southern packs. She strutted down the central aisle, her sharp, watery blue eyes scanning the terrified fa

the woman who had come to wake her up earlier sneered. “Envy, tell her she's the least of the servants here and will serve every servant in this pack house” another servant bellowed. Oh, the woman's name is Envy. So as it is, she's the servant of all servants. What a position she'd earned.

What was said at the spur of the moment turned out to be exactly what she was looking for? Her previous comment about the vampires' servants being useless came back to me. She must've expected something out of the ordinary when she became interested in them. And then got rid of them when she didn't find what she was looking for. Vampires' servants are either tools for their lord's or future recruits. But just like Protégés, it has to be consensual. They are not servants in the way humans view servants. Meaning that they signified something for their lords. They shar

I tensed when he asked that, I was hoping he would not ask. What do I tell him? For my alpha, that sounds weird, it would have been better if I were saying for my mate or for my boyfriend. For my alpha sounds, I sighed, it does sound like am just a slave running errands for his master and that is who I am. “They are for my alpha,” I answered then left him standing there not giving him a chance to question me more.

"Who do you belong to, Trish Bousquet?" "I belong to you, Mistress Bousquet." "That's right, Servant Trish, you belong to me. You're mine. Get it? You're mine." "Yes, Mistress Bousquet. I'm yours. I belong to you." "What is the purpose of your life?" "To do stuff for you, Mistress Bousquet. To do what you tell me." "That's only part of it. You're purpose in life is to satisfy all of my needs. I am the reason for your very existence, Servant Trish. That's why I bought you. Do you understand?"

Chloe was confused. “I mean, he is my friend,” Arthur confessed. Chloe’s eyes turned wide in horror. “A bloody servant is your friend?” she asked sceptically. “No, no… let me rephrase it,” Chloe stressed with one finger jabbing in his chest, “A bloody human servant is your friend? You couldn’t find anyone else in this whole god damn kingdom? That witch and this human servant,” she rolled her eyes. “Chloe!” Arthur snapped. “It is rude to call someone a witch and it is not decent to be so harsh with people like Rah. Yes, they are our servants, but they are not our sla