Shadow Slave Free Novels & Stories

She was tired of being belittled and humiliated, tired of being treated like a second-class citizen. But amidst the sadness and despair, She also felt a fierce sense of determination. She refused to let the slave pack break her spirit, refused to let them dictate her worth. She was stronger than their words, and she knew that she had the resilience to overcome the challenges that lay ahead.She was filled with a new sense of determination,ready to deal with whatever come her way and whatever Lydia and the other slaves had install for her.

Blair and other slaves were assigned to their duties, they would have to work once again. Blair felt humiliated and degraded, her spirit crushed by the realization of what her life had become. She had been used to a life of freedom, where she could do what she wanted and in any way that pleases her. She wasn't even allowed to do the dishes by her mom. Now, she was reduced to a mere slave, with no power or control over her own life.

It slopes downward before curving slightly, leading toward the outer edges of the estate. My breathing quickens as I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. Every step forward is another step toward freedom. Finally, I reach the end and am faced with a huge metal door. I open it and take a deep breath, stepping forward, but suddenly my joy is crushed when I hear his voice. “Where do you think you’re going, slave?”

Rico stated as he hugged his son. "I just got lucky dad. I'm so grateful for meeting Mr. L.A. His scholarship is the only one in the world. Imagine being provided of everything we need to finish Medicine. Don't worry about sending me money anymore. Everything has been arranged already. I have free board and lodging, allowance, books, and anything I'll be needing in school will be provided." Clive excitedly narrated to his parents. "I hope we will be able to meet Mr. L.A. someday. He's really a philantropist by nature. He has provided you everything that we cannot provide." Rico stated in a self-pitying tone.

I don't know how I got so lucky, but I thank the moon goddess every day for her blessings. I was once an Omega slave, now I'm a Gamma with a wife and children, if this can happen for me it can happen for anyone. The End

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

"That wasn't a nightmare, Gwen. That was reality. You are stuck here forever." "I want to bargain, then," she said and now she saw both men's interest was piqued although she could see how the two of them were looking at her as though waiting for her to try and give her best shot. What she learned from talking to Henrietta earlier is that she has a choice. And if Hades won't give it to her for some fucked up pact he made with her parents many years ago, she would try and negotiate. "I will do the service," she said and she was surprised to hear her own voice not trembling. "I will be your slave and you use me whenever or wherever you want."

She scoffed. “Listen to me.” I facepalmed. “No, you listen to me. I don't need your fucking help, okay? You can't keep using me and expect me to keep quiet about it. I am not like the other slaves. I am entitled to voice out my opinion and speak up whenever I'm wronged. You can throw me out of your pack if you're offended by my outbursts. At least, I would die a rogue and forget about this bullshit!” She exclaimed and was about to leave, but I drew her back and hugged her.

“Let me tell you something, Irene. Stop thinking about when you were still a slave. You left that life eight years ago. You are no longer a slave and please stop seeing yourself as a slave,” I exhaled. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

“Did you believe in the gods?” “Oh yes. And I believed they were fucking sadists who took pleasure in our suffering, that’s why they allowed slavery, why they allowed humans to torture other humans, and why they made my own made toxic to me.” “But they also spared you. You are free now.” “I’m not free, little queen. I’m still a slave, but to blood now.”