Shadow Slave Manwha Novels & Stories

Donna’s POV The stench of sweat, fear and rot clung to the air like a curse. Body pushing bodies, chains rattled as another slave was dragged forward, her cries echoing like the wail of a broken soul. “Twenty thousand. Going….. going….gone” An old man, skin sagging like leather left too long in the sun, moved forward, his eyes glinting with malice. He smirked as his crooked fingers grazed the trembling girl's face. She whimpered, thrashing weakly in her binds but no one helped her.

The passage narrowed, the air growing heavier, until I saw it—a staircase descending into shadow, ending at a single door below. I started down. Halfway there, I froze, because footsteps echoed above me. I rounded the curve of the staircase and ducked beneath it, crouching low in the narrow shadow, my breath trapped in my chest as my heart thundered against my ribs. From there, I watched as a guard appeared at the top of the stairs, his hand clamped around a man’s arm... a human. The man stumbled as he was dragged forward, his wrists bound, his clothes filthy, his face hollowed by exhaustion.

The crowd murmured in approval as she rotated between them, pleasuring each one with desperate skill until one finally bid high enough to claim her. I felt my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin. These women had been stripped of everything—identity, will, dignity. Reduced to numbered flesh trained to crave the cruel hands of powerful men. Slave 52. Slave 23. Slave 7. Slave 41. Each one was displayed fully naked, their chokers the only mark of ownership. When bidding lagged, they offered themselves without shame—mouths working cocks, bodies grinding, hands stroking, voices pleading. All of them conditioned to find purpose only in submission.

I will give you everything. I shivered with both fear and excitement. “Show me more. Darker things.” It obeyed. The next memory was rough. A woman chained in a stone room, fucked mercilessly by a powerful man who called her his breeding slave. He slapped her tits, pulled her hair, pounded her until she cried from pleasure. I loved it. I pinched my own nipples hard while I read, then spanked my pussy lightly like he did to her. The sting mixed perfectly with the ache.

Jean caught her breath in surprise. "Who chased you? Ghost?" He asked innocently. "Scarier than a ghost." Jean replied. The man Jean called Chan is Park Chanyeol. A native man of South Korean nationality who has lived in New York for a long time. Jean and Chanyeol have been friends since junior high school. Even in high school, they were in the same school. Jean called Chanyeol with Chan, and Chanyeol called Jean with Je. They were always together. They were even being called couple goals by the whole school.

Clive stood up and face the woman in front of him. "May I be your friend then?" Clive asked. "Even if I am not worthy? Unkempt? Dirty-looking?" Clive added. Celeste was dumbfounded with these questions. "Am I not clear yesterday that I like you to be my friend?" Celeste domineeringly asked. "Won't you deny me as a friend if I come close to you?" Clive rebutted. "You are a woman of status and fame. I am a nobody. It might tarnish you befriending me." Clive stated as he looked straight to Celeste's eyes.

"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."

Looking at the way beneath us getting father and father away from my home, I feel maybe it is good to be with Cody. Cody parks his car in the garage and we both walk out. This time, we are going back to the palace so we don’t need to hide anymore. Suddenly I hear a woman scream. I stop to have a look. “ Please, please let me go. Don’t kill me.” This voice is kind of familiar. I feel that I have heard it somewhere. “ Dillon, I don’t want to die. Let me go.”“ How dare you call me by my name?” I hear a werewolf growl. Then the poor girl was thrown away like a piece of rag. Now I know that this girl is also a human slave and her master is called Dillon. “ Jenny, you are only a pathetic human sla

Princess Avila asked, her gaze focused on the slave who was gulping the cup of wine offered to her. "My princess, I do not know much about her but I do know she was sold to the master by her father as a slave, and ever since she came, the master no longer calls in any of us to his chambers" the slave replied. "You mean ever since she came, no one else was able to satisfy the master other than her?" Princess Avila asked in incredulity.

Someone like her? She's never called anyone that; never! People had been the ones to always adore her. Too bad she's not the multi-billionaire Nina again. She's now a sex slave to a devil. "You know what to call me. Don't call me by my name again." He warned. "Ma.....master, I'm...too weak to do anything. My body aches." She finally concluded and waited for an answer. An answer that determines whether she's going to be set free from him this moment or the one that determines she's going to pass soon.