The Beasts Slave Novels & Stories

I answered. " The master is right, Those fragile children and new borns will surely die one day, They will find redemption after been slaughtered by the Monsters of our master, Mysterious ways are the ways of purity " Frost chipped in and I nodded. " Well, you dimwits can stay all day watching me kill this pathetic creatures or do you all care to join me and commit murder " Mysterious asked and the Spirit Beasts including Storm jumped up in excitement. Damn it feels good to be a cunny killer, All my spirit beasts appeared before me, Transforming into their War form and that made me proud, I am really a nice master, Training my spirit beasts and improving their skills.

And there, in front of the hut, stood the beast. A strangled cry, laced with raw terror, ripped through the air. "What is going on—Holy Ukrae!" Master Boris's voice reached Emeriel before the male stumbled out of the house. The slave master’s face was drained of color, eyes wide with a primal fear as he took in the sight of the raging, panting beast in front of his home. Never had Emeriel imagined he'd witness such stark terror contort Master Boris's features. Master Boris's gaze whipped through the small crowd with frantic desperation, finally landing on Emeriel like a hawk seizing its prey. "You wretched creature! You betrayed me? After I explicitly warned you not to?"

“Because I just know she will be, she doesn’t even look like a slave. And frankly, does it matter? You’re starving your beast because you’re punishing those women and while your reason is valid, the cost is too high right now. You can barely sleep.” Truthfully, my nights had been hellish, restless, drenched in sweat and filled with violent dreams of tearing something apart. “I know you don’t want to admit it,” Jareth continued, “but the beast needs this and starving it would break even the strongest Lycan. Including you.” “And how much did she cost?” I asked as we resumed walking. “Thousands of gold coins.” I stopped dead, because he couldn’t be serious. “That is an absurd amount of money fo

“We have received a missive from the King of Wolves.” My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. “He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the Beast of Northshore.” A sharp collective intake of breath followed his words. My own breath caught in my throat as I remembered all the whispered rumors I'd heard about the Beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward.

Beast, I sneered inwardly, my gaze filled with contempt. "Strip," he ordered, his voice low and twisted with amusement, eyes raking over me like I was nothing more than a toy to be used and discarded. I froze. "What?" "Don’t make me repeat myself, slave," he growled, stepping closer. "Strip. Now."

But losing to someone who was his exact opposite—sharp where Henry was warm, unpredictable where Henry was disciplined—must’ve burned like hell. I barely had time to breathe before someone’s shadow stretched over me. Three girls. The famous ones. The pretty ones. The ones who looked like they were carved out of I*******m filters and glitter. Jessica. Mara. Ally. Queen Bees of the “you don’t belong here” club. Jessica crossed her arms, looking me up and down like I was a stain on the ice. “Why was Henry hugging you?” My mouth dried. Here we go. “He wasn’t hugging me,” I lied, gripping the clipboard tighter. “He was just—”

Worried that Thalyx might harbor resentment toward me, I used the ten cities under me as leverage, exchanging them for his flimsy slave contract to set him free. To prevent anyone in the palace from looking down on Thalyx's beastman identity, I knelt for seven days and seven nights, begging my father to grant him a promotion and a title. I thought Thalyx and I were both in love, so I gave him my whole heart. I never imagined that Lyra and I would both be thrown into the surging river when the Beast Clan attacked again. I cried and begged Thalyx to save me, but I watched helplessly as he jumped into the water and held Lyra instead.

Dragons | Dark romance | Hate to love | Stockholm Syndrome | Slave | Psychopath | Spicy When Hazel accidentally presses the wrong button on her father's invention, she is transported to another realm. A realm with mythical creatures, a realm where dragons exist. She is captured straight away and imprisoned by the King of Dragons as slave. The dragon inside Zyndrahr already knows it. His new slave is his most valuable possession he has ever owned. But no dark ruler will bend his knees to a mere human. He hates her, despises her, but can't seem to get rid of her. She speaks weird words and does things to strange, she doesn't seem from this time. Zyndrahr keeps her as a slave and for

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

Blocking her 5'2" frame from view completely. Rosy is sweet and confident, but she has never done well against bullies. And these three are the biggest bullies we have ever faced. "Elaborate, and we might come without a struggle," I say, trying to buy us time while learning as much as I can. "If we elaborate completely, you will become even more frightened, sugar, .....but..... since you asked nicely. ......There are three different slave types that you could be sold for. Sex slave, regular slave, and blood slave. For example, you are tall, beautiful, and strong. Perfect for being a sex slave or maid. Your friend is petite, timid, and beautiful. She fits with all three categories. We shall