Shadow Slave Light Novel Pub Novels & Stories

"Tonight, my Chosan is ripe! And by law, she will be brought with me into my home as my Destined Slave! May this night of the Black Moon bear witness to the process of a new beginning in this land! A new dawn will emerge in the Holy Bond pack!" They threw their heads back and howled sharply into the night. Glancing down at my slave, there was this ringing inside of me, 'to rip her apart and see what's hidden inside'. "We should leave now. I need to take my bath and get to bed." "Yes, Alpha." ****** Chosan's POV

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🌬️

Malik turned back to Santos, ready to finish what he started, but all that remained where the wolf used to lay was a black piece of paper. Phasing back to his human skin, Shadow picked it up, reading it with a sense of dread, there were only a few words, but they were enough. This land belongs to me, and I intend to take back what's mine, consider this notice Alpha Stalker, the war between Vampyres and wolves is upon you... Authors note: This concludes 'Shadow Stalker'book one of The Fated series, I hope you'll join me in 'Tri-mates curse' the second book in the Fated series.

said Amar with a smile staring at Axelina's innocent body in front of him right now. Will God give Axelina a chance to be happy, or vice versa? Axelina is forced to be Amar Trixeon's sex slave for the rest of her miserable life.

“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.”

He finished a couple of six-packs, slumped on the felt couch, watching images that barely excited his eyes, let alone anything else. But then he felt a small boner rise up as the scenes became more gruesome. Carnivorous slave sex, Dink’s favorite. Still, it was not enough to join the other stiffs who sat around on velvet couches with open beers, visibly more active. Everyone in Deep 6 was referred to as stiffs, due to their extreme paleness from a complete lack of sun. He went to the Slave Quarters for a quicky and picked a Polish girl. But she didn’t inflame him enough. He blamed her. He beat her.

“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.”

Nadir woke up in the morning terribly confused. She felt as if was drunk, except not with alcohol, but life energy. The last time Nadir felt something like this was when she was still a young succubus and out of greed was able to kill her victims, depriving them of all life energy. Miguel was sleeping right next to, visibly weakened, which made her add two and two.

“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.”

UNKNOWN POV In a darkened mansion somewhere was a women sitting on a rocking chair. Hair straight black hair reaching her hips and clothes looking very expensive, she rocked in the chair while holding a photo of Josiah in her hand and rubbing a finger over it. "I promise my love. I will get revenge for you. You wanted that bitch's baby. I promise that you will get that bitch's baby. I miss you sweetheart. I'll make them pay for what they did to you. I'll make them all pay." I sobbed out as I looked at the wall of the dungeon. It was covered in the photos of the people who were going to pay. Who I was going to make suffer for everything that they have done to me and taken away from me.