Shadow Slave Free Novels & Stories

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

When the crowd saw the downfall of the three slaves, everyone remained quiet, no one will be free from slavery unless they want death. "Now they gained their freedom...."

"That is all I have left." The deal is struck. There is nothing I can do about it. I have given myself to another person. I am now a slave. I am in shackles, even if it is not physical. I wonder how many babies I would have to push out to get my revenge on my freedom. I am the Property of the alpha king

I’m crying now, my forehead pressed against the cold stone. "You’re nothing but a hole to us.” He lands the paddle with one last, heavy strike that leaves me seeing stars. "A place to dump our stress and our cum. Never forget your place again, or I’ll strip the skin off these pretty cheeks myself. Do you understand me, slave?" "Yes... Yes, Sir!" I cry out, my body twitching from the sting. The floor bites into my knees as I hang there, panting, my whole backside burning with heat. I think he is going to let me breathe for a second, but his dark voice breaks the silence.

She should be careful because there are cannibals here that only want her to be their dinner. Her price is now on fifty million which is funny because they want to buy this woman. I stare at her and I must admit that she looks beautiful but not that much. She also looks soft which annoys me the most. The bidding was about to close when she looked me in the eye. Her eyes were screaming for help which made me raise my hands. “Sixty million! I will buy her for sixty million!" I yelled. “Anyone who can beat sixty million?" He yelled as he showed the woman to the crowd. “Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

"W-What's your story?" She froze at this, the light in her eyes slowly draining. I frowned, watching her expression, "You don't have to—" "It is alright to ask. We're all slaves here. I have nothing to hide," she replied. Her eyes flashed to mine, offering me a small smile. "Slaves, yes." I confirmed, "I am a slave because my parents were rogues. Shade is a slave because she was born without a wolf despite our blood running through her veins. Half of the slaves here were either rejected, rogues or like me- but-"

“I don’t know where to go. Please, take me with you.” “I don’t want to. Be responsible for yourself,” I raised an eyebrow. “You should be the one to do it since you freed us. I was always a slave, I don’t know anything else.” “Why should I? I gave you a golden opportunity; one many wished for and couldn’t get,” I stared at her, disgusted. Was it normal for slaves to be this submissive? I didn’t even care for my injuries. Why should I do it for another one? I swallowed my pain, left her behind and moved on.

But I was going to find out one of these days, every single thing about him, that was what I was supposed to do from the beginning. These few days I stayed all indoor and tied up without going out showed me how much freedom meant to every individual and how important it was. I could actually stay indoors for almost a week when I was at home and not feel bad because I decided to, but this one was totally a different one and was nothing close to that, knowing that you had no restriction and could decide to go out whenever you want but decided not to was different from not being able to and also suffering inside the bondage. I thought of the slave trade era when people were sold into slavery an

The darkness of the night covered her miserable and terrified face. “You bitch! I was being nice to you, and this is how you repay me!” The driver shouted furiously. He pulled her hair backward with all his might, while his other hand slapped her face hard. Dirty and abusive words poured out of his mouth. “How dare you slap my face!”

Scott!, That was what I wanted to say with pride. I could see myself doing it and naming all his promises to me. I'm sure even if didn't Scott would find a way of bringing me out of the tight corner. A slap landed on my face, bringing me back to the reality. “She is pregnant and smiling to herself, Is it a thing to be happy about?”. I felt my world crashing as I realized that indeed a slave wasn't permitted to get pregnant just like it was rumored.