The Beasts Slave Novels & Stories

Bane I quickly tore apart the rogue who had the effrontery to enter my pack with no permission of any sort. My beast stared at the dis-figured parts in contentment. He derived pleasure in doing just this. After a while, he went inside. This made my human wolf side come back out. Thomas and Samantha were just behind me. They didn’t do anything because they knew my beast was strong enough to even take 50 men down. That was one of the advantages of that side. The rests were just nonsense curses by the Moon Goddess.

It called her Master? "Master? What do you mean?" Frost couldn't help but ask. She was so confused, okay! 'It was just what I said. You're my Master. I chose you to be my Master.' The Ancient Phoenix said. Frost fell silent from what she heard. There are two types of beast; beast that is ranked from bronze-ranked beasts to Divine-ranked beasts, then there is the spirit beast. Spirit beast came from the spirit world. A place where immortals lived. It was said that all spirit beasts in the spirit world are all Ancient beasts. And it is very rare for it to choose someone to be its Master. Even in the history of the World of Mage, it could be just counted in one hand to how many mages were chose

"You will learn, Aurora, that you are no longer a princess. You are my slave. He sold to me to stop me from invading and killing your family. So you will serve me any way I please or your family will suffer the consequences. Is that better understood?" "Yes!" "Yes, what?" I look at him, confused. He then lets go of my hair and slaps me again, knocking me to the floor this time. "It's yes, master or yes, sir. Do you understand Aurora?" There is no way I am calling this beast, Master! So I opt for the Sir, even though I prefer calling him Beast. "Yes, sir!" "Good girl. Now come with me..."

"Many individuals go beyond these beastmen in their evilness. These slaves are purchased by them to be kept as pets, and occasionally they even eat their meat. Yet who cares? I am not someone who would judge people and their fetishes, so for me, money is what matters. Zikk put everything together. This time, he understood, the caravan would be transporting these slaves to a specific destination. 'I need to learn who is purchasing this beastmen. Despite the fact that they are our adversaries, the person carrying out such actions is too inhuman'. Zikk pondered. I ought to inform the princess about this in a report. Due to the fact that the Beastmen were already enemies, there was no law that f

"Perhaps you'll be ordered to lick a cunt after. You'd rarely licked a cunt before Shasta's sale, and on Tuesday, Shasta thinks you should be training her slave to be a better pussy pleaser. You're a natural slut, Regina. You climaxed while I whipped your cunt today. You're climaxing while you get your ass fucked. You love it don't you. Love being a slut slave; having your body used by everyone." "Yes, I love it, Domina," she growled. "I do. I love it. I've never felt so alive as I feel now." "On Friday night, you'll be serving as a table slave, sucking the dicks and licking the splits of the winners. How much cum will you swallow that night? At the end of the night, you'll be sold for the n

He explained. I can feel a pang in my chest and don't want that. I don't want to feel hope... It will only break me more. "I'm just a slave," I said, sighing. "I don't have the right to ask for or feel anything." I can't blame anyone but myself for being stupid enough to think it could be something more. "No! You're my mate!" The beast said. I closed my eyes and leaned my face against his hand, not caring if it cut my face.

She couldn’t imagine herself a slave to that man, if he looked that as a vampire that means he was over a thousand human years old, he gave her a disgusted look that made her know that he was interested in more than her blood, she wanted to gag. Prince Damien had a smile on his face, Lord Benedict was an old pervert who regularly buys young slaves and ends up killing them with his deranged preferences, it was so bad that any girl he buys does not live up to two weeks in his care, HIS girl will definitely not go with him.

I used the one tool I had to lure her here: her curiosity and that damn serial killer discussion group I infiltrated. I leaned in close to her and whispered, “There’s no escape. Once we’re alone, you’re mine.” * * * Her scream came out as a hiss of air, and I couldn’t resist adding to her suffering. To see the arrogance in her eyes, for all the times she laughed and put me down, to be outweighed by the power I now held over her. “Relax. This is your secret fantasy... a kidnapping Jeffery Dahmer style.” The effect I had wanted showed in the widening of her eyes, but she slumped down in the seat, unable to get her arms and legs to work. Payback was bliss.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"