Shadow Slave Reaction Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Orrin nearly tore me in half getting to her. I'm sure." "Goddess." He sat down, hard. A grin was starting to spread across his face, the helpless kind. "Who is it? Which House? Does Petra know yet, she's going to be insufferable…" "She's a participant. In the Slave Games" The grin fell from his face.

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.

My wolf coming to the surface, fighting for control. My sister reaches over Adea and slaps my shoulder. "Shane, don't be such a dick. She's not a slave!" Thinking of all the things I'd do to Adea if she was a slave has my cock pitching a tent. Thankfully Mavy apologizes to her and they don't notice.

“I promise to make the night blissful for us.” If I didn’t know this animal better, I would have fallen for his stupid tricks. “I despise unsubmissive women.” He presses the bridge of his nose, irritated. “I don't want to be here.” I find my voice, pushing my anxiety to the depths of my stomach. He wiggles a warning finger. “You are my slave.” “That doesn’t make me less of a being. I’m not an animal who follows every order.” “Wrong. Slaves are animals. Now come to me.”

She is vicious and sometimes hideous because she wanted her husband to be the most favored among the Klatts. Celeste did not dare to argue with her anymore. She walked up to her room and locked the door. She sat on the side of the bed and stared blankly to the wall. 'Mom is so hideous! I don't get it why I cannot be friends with everyone! I don't want to be controlled anymore!' After a few minutes she went to the bathroom and took a shower to release her anger. She heard some rustles in her bedroom but she did not go to check it out. She was confident that she locked her door. After she's done, she blew her hair dry and went out.

I haven't had any conversation except when I screamed in pain. I whined at the memories clouding my head. "You were a slave before coming here? I should have noticed, your wrist has shackles marks. Your ankles too." Lana pointed and I looked at my wrist, they were badly bruised, turning a deep shade of purple and I glanced at the marks on my ankles. They were fading a tiny bit. "The Alpha has never had a slave before. So don't think you're a slave here. You're a maid and there's a huge difference between the two."

It didn’t sound realistic to me either. “You’re right, I was just bought from the underground society, but can’t slaves change their lives? You see, I am the one standing before you while you are there kneeling with shackles in your hands and legs. You’re looking down on me because I’m a lowly slave even when I don’t look like one, but who looks like a poor dog right now?” Nikolai growled and tried to claw me but he couldn’t because of his shackles. I gave him a small smile, which pissed him off more.

I knew it was only a scheme to get her away from me, so I wouldn't take her to the slave ground. “She is a sharp talker who has no control over her mouth. People like her should be able to bear whatever they see, after all, they aren't scared of voicing out their feelings. A few detached body parts shouldn't be a big scare to them.” I said mockingly and turned to look at her. She was already shuddering, and I couldn't wait to see how she would react once we got to the dungeon. Oh, the joy I feel whenever I make her suffer like this.

I had never seen this vulnerable side of her before, and it shook me to my core. I opened my mouth, ready to pull her into a comforting embrace, but I quickly reined in the urge. "You will donate your blood to Carol," I stated firmly. "Whether you like it or not, You have no say in the matter, and I am not giving you the reward anymore, remember, you are still my slave."

"W-What's your story?" She froze at this, the light in her eyes slowly draining. I frowned, watching her expression, "You don't have to—" "It is alright to ask. We're all slaves here. I have nothing to hide," she replied. Her eyes flashed to mine, offering me a small smile. "Slaves, yes." I confirmed, "I am a slave because my parents were rogues. Shade is a slave because she was born without a wolf despite our blood running through her veins. Half of the slaves here were either rejected, rogues or like me- but-"