Shadow Slave Free Novels & Stories

"You're a damn equalizer," she tries to slap me again, and I stop her, but I don't stop there. Just as she disrespected me, I feel entitled to do the same and without thinking, I slap her, leaving her paralyzed. "Don't try to touch me for the rest of your fucking life, I warned you, I won't let myself be humiliated, and I won't let a wretch like you lay a hand on me. I don't owe you anything! I don't owe you shit and let me tell you something, your son enjoys having sex with me, he follows me, he wants to be with me and neither you nor anyone else will take that away from him."

Andy’s POV: “can you explain? what the hell does this mean?” he asked one more time, “this is my freedom, I’m not your slave anymore!” I said looking into his eyes, he raised his eyebrows in shock. “is that what you think you are? A slave?” he asked, I nodded.

I flinched at even that light touch, my nerves raw and hypersensitive. "Now then," he purred, "let's see how well you've learned your lesson." He moved in front of me, lifting my chin roughly. "Look at me," he commanded. I forced my tear-filled eyes to meet his cold gaze. "Who do you belong to?" he asked. "I am not a slave," I whispered hoarsely. "Louder," he barked. "You can’t do it" I cried out. "I am a free woman. You were a slave, a weak….” He reached out and roughly pinched my nipple, twisting it harshly. I gasped at the sharp pain and couldn’t even complete.

I heard him sigh. "Ayla, it's important that you understand that you're no longer a slave." Victor put his hand on my chin and made me look up. "You don't have to lower your face when you're spoken to, you can deny something if you don't want to, even if it's from the teachers. I know it's hard to understand everything, but try to improve." Empty words, they've been trying to convince me for days that I'm not who I am, except that I was born a slave, I've lived like one up until now and I won't be free any time soon...

I held my breath, sensing the weight of his words. "You will be killed," he declared. My breath caught in my throat as the reality of my situation sank in. Drake continued, explaining the harsh truth. "The punishment for killing someone as a slave is death. According to the last slave reforms of 1976, no slave is allowed to kill, even if their life is on the line." I felt numb, unable to process the fact that my life is about to end. "Slaves don't have the freedom to live," Joe declared.

I stepped back into the vibrant world outside, a realm that celebrated the chosen while relegating the overlooked to the shadows. In the midst of the revelry, I navigated the corridors with newfound determination. The weight of being a slave, once an anchor that threatened to drown me, now became a catalyst for resilience. The celebration continued around me, but within, a spark of defiance ignited—a resolve to redefine my worth beyond the shackles of societal labels.

Turning away from us, he spoke to Elvin, who I assumed was a steward of some sort. “The Game begins in three days. Ensure they are physically fit for island deployment.” His voice was steady and controlled. “Of course, Master Kalev,” Elvin responded. My heart clutched. Game? A cold weight settled in my stomach. My mind raced, piecing it all together. We weren’t being inspected for labour. We were being inspected to participate in the… …the Slave Games? The realization ripped through me, sharp like a razor blade. We weren’t brought here to work. We were brought here to die! To fight for our lives on some island, all in the name of entertainment.

If he doesn’t keep his promise then I will kill him myself, I thought ominously. Despite my ominous thoughts, I knew the Alpha was too proud to back down from a challenge even if it meant giving his youngest son away to a woman who had once been a slave. A slave who was seen as the scum of the earth, they were often harassed and beaten as those who controlled them looked down on them like simple objects, objects who were disposable, objects who they could kill if they saw fit. It was a life that I had pulled Seren from, it was an act that had forever changed her life as she was now living as a free woman.

Rhyland’s POV I felt foreign in my own body, the only think I could do was protect her. Thats the only thing I cared to do. My eyes snapped from my father’s bloodied body to the petite little maid crying over Queen Fara’s body. “Rhyland! Get Raven out of here now!” Cassius struggled in the ropes until he let out a gurgled shout and his arms burst into flames. The ropes sizzled as they collapsed off of him.

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.