Slave Mind Bg3 Novels & Stories

🌼🌈Day 1🌍 I woke up feeling dangerously tired, many things and question on my mind, I have to talk to someone about this power to mine, who did I have it, why, has it been there since, how come am noticing it now, the big bell ring sounding loudly, ahh I shouted lying down again, I yawn rushing down what's so important that they had to wake us up early. I got down meeting the other slaves

The Realization Armaloth “My master, we need your authorization to send a contingent of demons to the outside world. We want to bring more human slaves, the ones that have arrived are not enough. Our clan prefers to feed on human blood, and we can easily overpower them." Blooderek, the clan leader, has been here long enough to enrage me just hearing his voice. His demands have increased in recent weeks. If it weren't for my queen suggesting this reunion, I'd be somewhere else enjoying her.

The cloud-covered moon and the onset of heavy rain added to the macabre scene. Annihilator howled into the stormy night, its call echoing through the quarters and instilling even more fear in the hearts of the slaves. Satisfied, the beast turned and walked back to its chambers, leaving behind a scene of horror and despair. Once inside, it shifted back to human form. . He entered the bathroom to wash off the blood and grime, his mind already turning to his next desire. Freshly cleaned, he called Mikhail on his phone. "Get me a slave for the night. I need April Lopez."

I gulped at the height. "It is your home now. And you shall obey to only one voice," his eyes darkened when he turned to face me, " Mine. Did I make myself clear?" I nodded. " I want an answer straight from your lips, woman." I gulped, " Y-Yes, Master." I saw a playful smirk when he heard what I just called him. I mean, that's what most blood slaves call their masters? "I like that. But I shall formally introduce myself to you, " his jaw hardened, " I am Minirvus Corvinus, a Lord of Moon West."

The three enforcers at his back don’t appear nearly as confident because they are all who remain of Bryson’s team. Meanwhile, all my wolves are still alive. Because I have something he doesn’t heart. He uses hive mind manipulation and enslaved pussy to tame his wolves. That only allows for so much loyalty in a pack. And those wolves at his back don’t appear too keen on dying for their insane leader right now. Because they know that’s what’s about to happen. A roar comes through the phone, the source of it all Vanessa , and a loud crash follows. Beta Gafton dropping the phone, I translate.

Another man pulled me to the tent that they created and put shackles on my hands and feet to prevent us from escaping. "If we see someone escaping from us, don’t blame us if we kill you!" Practically, they want us to rest for three hours. They gave me a medium-sized piece of bread that made the other slaves scream in excitement. They were making a commotion because they were starving, like me. The Lycan King was watching their slaves panickingly get the bread while I was standing at the corner watching them plead with the guards. His eyes landed on mine, which made me lower my head.

‘What a bastard. Even so, there was a huge change in my body after I experienced my first cum. Honestly, it was thrilling, and felt like my body was flowing. ‘I am crazy. I shouldn’t think about that anymore!’ I shook my head and tried to focus on what was before me. And in front of me, there was a door. Yes. A door. It was then I remembered that I was standing in front of Mr. Lanceil’s condominium. Today, I am going to meet my target. He is the only way for me to escape from the slave contract.

A bad sentiment rose in my heart, but before I could say anything, Brenda opened her mouth in high spirits. Her tone was full of joy as if she had gained a victory instead of being rejected. "I, Brenda Wilson, the daughter of the deceased Alpha Logan Wilson of the Rising Moon Pack, hereby accept your rejection." Brenda's tone was relaxed, and there was a pleased smile on her face. On the other hand, I felt like I was pummeled by thunder. At this moment, her smile was too intense for me to look at. What was she talking about? How could she be the daughter of the deceased Alpha Logan Wilson of the Rising Moon Pack? Wasn't she just a lowly slave? How could a slave be from an Alpha bloodline?

he orders. Without hesitation, I make my way to him. I carry out the order without any remorse or objection. "Today, I will be his submissive." Kneeling before him, I lift my gaze to see that hammer up close. He runs his thumb over my mouth, and I obediently open it. I swallow saliva as I see that hammer getting closer to me. "Mmm..." I moan. His hard and painfully swollen penis rests on my lips, and I eagerly receive it with my open mouth. Holy mother...!

He simply sat there with a drink he clearly had no intention of consuming. Adrian stopped two meters away. “Who sent you?” The slave didn’t respond verbally. Instead, a slow, twisted smile curled across his lips, revealing faint, sharpened fangs—nothing like the elegant ones of a pure vampire. These were stunted, cracked, like they belonged to a creature trapped between worlds. Like Adrian. “Outcast…” the slave whispered, his voice like metal scraping glass. Adrian’s jaw flexed. “Answer the question.” The slave tilted his head. “You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be alive.”