Shadow Slave Light Novel Pub Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: The Auction Block The air in the grand hall of the Obsidian Citadel was thick with incense and the low murmur of powerful men. Torchlight flickered, casting long shadows over the raised platform where slaves were paraded like living treasures. I stood among them, wrists bound loosely in front of me with silk cords, wearing nothing but a sheer white shift that barely reached mid-thigh. My heart hammered against my ribs as the auctioneer’s voice boomed through the chamber.

The Shadow Wolves can rip their head from their bodies with just a swipe of their shadowy powers. Trapped within this dark and desolate dungeon, where sunlight or moonlight barely made its way through the narrow cracks, Sasha, a once vibrant and spirited soul, languished as a captive slave. Trapped within a cell that felt more like a tomb, the air heavy with despair. The other Slaves and Omegas of the Fire Moon Pack endured unimaginable suffering. Each of them endured something. But to endure this ‘no food and water for three days’ torture altogether…this kind of suffering is not meant to be survived.

" The Trial of Shadow ended with me standing in the white void, tears streaming down my face, but no longer drowning in pain. I had faced my trauma. Accepted it. And chosen to be more than just a survivor. One door remained. The door of Light. The final test. TRIAL OF LIGHT The light door opened onto a future. I stood on a battlefield. Bodies lay everywhere—wolves from dozens of packs, all dead or dying. The Veil above was torn, bleeding darkness into the world. Reality itself was coming apart at the seams. And in the centre of it all stood two versions of me. One wreathed in silver flames, eyes blazing with power, standing over the corpse of Draven.

the Lycan king said. He picked up his laptop and went out. Soon, I heard the sound of his car engine driving away. I heaved out a heavy sigh and closed my eyes tightly to feel in my surroundings. Thanks to the moon goddess who gave me a second chance to live. I walked out of the spiritual room and opened a dark brown door. It looked dark inside, so I moved to turn on the switch. I was really astonished because of how beautiful the room looked. There were lots of books of different genres.

Shadow reappeared, her eyes filled with sorrow. 🌬️Ayanna, you've fallen. Your soul is lost.🌬️ Ayanna's response was a cold, calculated smile. "I've won, Shadow. Louis is mine." The darkness pulsed, its power coursing through Ayanna's veins. Louis's vacant gaze never wavered, his heart trapped in Ayanna's spell. "Together," Ayanna whispered, "we'll seal our fate Tonight." Shadow Smirked 🌬️Ayanna, remember who you once were. Fight the darkness🌬️

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

“What exactly do you think I am?” Nick looked away from her, he took in a gulp of air, “A Shadow Dweller, someone who can see both good and evil in people.” he said looking down at her hands. “Your hands are turning purple, so it's happening. When you come of age, you'll have to make a choice. Everyone does.”

“And oh, include the level of your shadow and the type.” Z’s eyes widened. She stared at Sloane with disbelief, as though she’d gone mad, as though she’s a talking corpse. She could lie, of course. However, she knew very well that’d be a risky business. What if they asked for proof of her statement? What if they demand to see her shadow? She closed her eyes, biting her lips so hard. ‘This is such a mess!’ “Right! I’ll go first.” Sloane smirked. “I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.”

- Samael explained more specifically, wanting to focus on the reason he had summoned Nathaniel to him. - Of course. Just tell me who, my lord, and I will find this person fast.- Nathaniel replied with remarkable humility, which his master liked very much, as indicated by the light blue color of his eyes. It was the color of the cloudless sky. - You need to find Nadir, one of the succubus, and bring her back.- Samael told him, satisfied there is someone in the Underworld who fully respects him and show it very clearly. - Finding a succubus won't be a problem for me.- Nathaniel assured proudly.

“You came!” “Yes,” I sat on the bed beside her and gave her the letters. “I found out that Vandal writes in poems. Not everything, but ones that he doesn’t want others to understand or find out about.” I pointed out a few letters to her. “Like this one. It sounds like a love letter with a tragic ending but it’s actually about a vampire guard who’d fallen in love with a slave girl. It’s an execution order. And this here,” I brought up another letter. “That’s about a slave transfer to a facility in Canada where all slaves are drained of blood and killed.”