The Beasts Slave Novels & Stories

My wolf snaps to attention, recognizing the primal call of a mate in season. "Perfect timing," I smile, letting my fangs show. "Go. Monitor the borders. I have a little wolf to interrogate." Marcus hesitates at the door. "And if she is what you suspect? If she carries their curse?" I lift the book, breathing in its ancient knowledge. "Then the Beast of Silver Creek has found something far more precious than a simple slave." I've found a blood-wolf. And this time, she won't escape. ALORA Steam rises from the massive pot as I stir the pack's evening meal. The kitchen bustles with activity – other slaves chopping vegetables, kneading bread, preparing meat for the warriors returning from border

He was enjoying the pain he was inflicting on me, the way I was screaming, everything. I watched the crowd dancing. It was as if I was looking at them through the eyes of a prisoner who was locked in a cage. They were free, and I was locked. I couldn't be with them. I couldn't enjoy the freedom. I was a slave and all I could do was watch the outside world. And it was true. I was a slave, and Romano was my master.

“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.”

I’m crying now, my forehead pressed against the cold stone. "You’re nothing but a hole to us.” He lands the paddle with one last, heavy strike that leaves me seeing stars. "A place to dump our stress and our cum. Never forget your place again, or I’ll strip the skin off these pretty cheeks myself. Do you understand me, slave?" "Yes... Yes, Sir!" I cry out, my body twitching from the sting. The floor bites into my knees as I hang there, panting, my whole backside burning with heat. I think he is going to let me breathe for a second, but his dark voice breaks the silence.

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

she beamed, gaining the other two ladies' full attention. "Gist you on what?" Sophia chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. "Two grownups alone in a house with walls and curtains covering them up, and it's a guy and a lady, of course, something is bound to happen. So tell us already, how was his action?" Annie smiled softly with an arched brow and immediately, Sophia's face darkened. "Don't even think too far...nothing like that would ever happen. Besides, I'm his SLAVE and I'm afraid you might have forgotten the meaning of that."

Do people still smell good after falling into a canal? “You know what, your Mom, will get mad at me when we go home right now. God, what if she’ll fire me because of this?” she seemed sad right now and I see tears dropping in her eyes, her hands are shaking. Why are our maids afraid of my Mom? She’s nice... for me I guess. “Don’t worry Yaya Celine, I won’t blame you. Indeed, it’s not your fault, it is my fault, not you. So, you don’t need to be worried.” I said and forced myself to smile.

People had begun to close up shop, wooden boards drawn over stall windows, cart fulls of produce drawn away by severely whipped donkeys, mothers amok snatching their babes while orphans frolicked out in the open fields naked as day with tongues lolling out of their mouths waiting for the free shower. The slaves were the only unstirred of the lowly. Backs bent like warping branches over the stalks of sugarcane and cotton, they worked hollow-eyed and with quiet apathy as overseers stood in the distance beneath umbrellas suspended by servants while thumbing long leather whips holstered at the hip. “You ain’t said.” Gerfast blinked in confusion at the sight of the boy still standing by the windo

The drunk man asked him, attempting to push him off. Zane held him in place however, his heart strangely aching with the small whimpers of the girl behind him. "Did you cause trouble again, Jasmine?" Came the gruff voice of her employer. Before she could say a word, the big woman had turned her to face her, and landed a slap on her right cheek, following it up immediately with another on her left cheek. Her hair came on both sides of her face as she lowered her head, her eyes filled to the brim with tears.

The Warden made little shooing motions, egging Ransom on. "Well?" Ransom asked, one brow raised high. I could hear the mounting frustration in his voice. Mason better jump on the info train or someone was going to get bitchslapped. Mason blinked rapidly. "Bestia was the Prime of Beasts. He held dominion over all beasts, great and small."