Shadow Slave Novels & Stories

Real. “Elina,” I breathed out. I barely heard my own voice. But then I had to remind myself. I didn’t bring her here to protect her, I brought her here to belong..to me. I’ll break her, rebuild her, and she’ll wear my very name like a collar. My pretty little slave.

He paced slowly, voice even, almost instructive. "In our ranks, slaves are categorized by function. The highest is the personal servant, then administrative property, and below that—the blood cattle. At the bottom are the field slaves, the old and the broken, serving until their last breath. The longest any of them last is about a year... though that’s mostly because they’re ‘serving’ the overseers in other ways." His gaze flicked toward Caelum, sharp with implication. "In bed, if you’re curious." Caelum pushed himself up on his elbows despite the flare of pain that shot through his ribs. His voice was quiet but steady.

"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

His bad treatment of her got worse that he even influenced Sandy to act the same way towards Shannon. Now Shannon for the first time felt that she did not belong, she felt that she was an orphan because Austin never failed to remind her of that, and the pack also started mistreating her and he allowed it. That is how she became a slave. ‘Get here now!’ he sent a message to her since she did not have her wolf, he could not mind link her so, he got her a phone that he used when he wanted her.

It did not seem like they had taken a little moment to rest at all. I was all alone now as the boy had to go back to the palace to continue his duties. By six fifteen, the loan shark came around to inspect just like the boy had told me. I was thankful for the fact that I was now beginning to sweat like the other slaves so it would look like I'd been working here all day like the other slaves. Then suddenly, I heard him whip one of the slaves just like I was whipped this morning only that this slave had fallen down and had most likely died.

“Go ahead, this is no meat for babes.” With that, they walked past us. They snarled and strode away. As they left, the slave behind me fainted and fell to the ground. Before I could turn, Shadowvale caught her in his arms.

Shin knows – the moment that her friends revealed to her that the Black Scorpio is doing some shitty things in the country again she already had an idea that they are not the only ones who took the chance of her absence Well, Shin commends their courage to do those things but also, but recognizes the fact that it is natural for the slaves to be on the loose if their master is actually not around and yes, she did just downgrade the people who took the chance to do whatever they want when she is not around and that is simply because they deserve it in the first place.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

The whip cracked through the air, its leather tip biting into my flesh. I clenched my teeth, determined not to cry out. He circled me slowly, his boots scuffing against the floor. "You thought you could escape, did you?" he sneered, his voice low and dangerous. "Foolish girl. You could run from me? I am not a weak teenage boy. You are a slave and I am your master now." He leaned closer to my ear and whispered.

I only realized that I was when I saw big drops of tears drizzling down my legs. “Hush now,” a warm voice called me, and then I felt a hand touching my cheek. Slowly, I looked up and met his brown eyes. “Don’t cry. As long as you obey me, I won’t kill you,” he said. Is he… comforting me? The man who bought me for $5 million was giving me comfort? ‘What a load of b*llshit!’ “From today onwards,” He continued, “I am your master, and you are my slave. If you play nice, I'll treat you well."