Shadow Slave Webtoon Release Date Novels & Stories

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.

It was only after I came to the capital of Atheon that I realized the truth: Wolves owned the world, and the king owned them. I was an ordinary human now. A girl who could be sold to scrub floors or auctioned to sell her body. There was no lupine blood in me, no witchcraft either. And if there is one thing I hated, it's the Werewolves. Once, one of the girls at the brothel told me that when the werewolves came, years ago, they turned everyone into slaves. If you were lucky, you were sold as one. A house slave. A war slave. Sometimes a girl was called lucky if a wolf claimed her and she became one of them. The worst fate of all, she said, was to be sold for bodies instead of labor.

How are my days inside a room? My days are the same; when the sun comes up, I wait for my aunt to give me a cup of coffee with a slice of bread, then I lock myself in the shower and stay there for a long time until my skin becomes as soft as a grandma's skin. I come out of the shower and spend hours lying in bed, watching the blue sky remain blue, although there are days when it gets completely cloudy. There are days when I skip lunch because I fall completely asleep, and to avoid disturbing me, they prefer to leave me alone. My eyes automatically open when the sun begins to set, and that's when I start complaining because I force myself to get up to leave the room to find something to eat.

A week had passed in a blur. It was mostly fake condolences and medications that finished half off the money Slade left behind. He did not want me to work, I guess basically because he wanted me to rely on him, and I was stupid to be manipulated by him. Slade hadn’t come back, nor had Zaya. They had moved on. Their wedding was coming up. A baby on the way. But I… I was still trapped in this nightmare. On the seventh day, I signed my release forms and walked out

“Very well. Do you want any refreshments? I am asking just to be sure.” “Hah!” Shadow opened her first folder. “I can’t kill you. You are my talented slave. As usual.” “Very well, My Lord. Also, I am very grateful to be granted the slave title.” He bowed yet again even though his mouth was full of sarcasm. Shadow clicked her tongue, but maintained her smile. With that last word, Midas disappeared, leaving the amused Ajiad, Dhia, and Aulia and a scared massive man. “Wow, Midas receives no wrath.”

She smiled as she laid the paper on the floor and sat on the floor ready to write. 'Hey, I'm sorry to announce this to you in a paper and not physically but then again it's important to let you know.' 'I would no longer be staying here anymore as our author and finisher has defined.' 'I mean, Ice Pick. He already assigned my duty to me today but then the most shocking news came and I had to pack my luggages to his apartment.' 'I don't know whatever reason he has and I don't want to know but he said it clearly that I'll be Personal slave.'

Damian’s eyes connects with Sebastian who looked as if he was about to blow up, this was the most beautiful sight Damien had seen in centuries. “One hundred and one gold coins.” Screamed Sebastian, they were about to break a mold because the highest amount spent on a slave was two hundred gold coins, Sebastian’s bid was a challenge to Damien who didn’t even bother reply because the crowd had already gone haywire, everyone was bidding. “One hundred and twenty three gold coins.” “One hundred and twenty four gold and ten silver coins.” “One hundred and twenty six gold coins.” Damien had lost count of the bidding till it got to “One hundred and thirty gold coins.” And he decided it was about tim

I heard myself whispering as I dropped to my knees so fast, pain shot through them when they hit the stone floor. I pressed my forehead to the ground in the submission pose they had taught us on our first day as slaves, and my whole body shook as I waited for death. This was how slaves showed complete surrender and maybe if I made myself small enough and pathetic enough he might kill me quickly instead of slowly. "I am sorry. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Please." I babbled into the floor, tears running down my face. I knew what happened to slaves who offended important wolves and death was the kindest thing I could hope for.

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

The blast of arousal that floods my panties had me momentarily stunned before the words he spoke slowly started to sink in. Did he just call me his slave? Anger burns away any lingering arousal that is left behind from the drop dead gorgeous vampire, causing me to see red when I turn to look at him. “I am not a slave.” I tell him, giving him my best glare that I can come up with. There is no way that I am going to allow this drop dead gorgeous, well…dead guy…take me back to his home to become his slave. I thought he was there to save me from being sold as a vampire’s slave, not take me home to be his own. There has to be something I can do to get out of this situation that I have found mysel