The Slave Community Book Novels & Stories

“I must warn you, little wolf. You will see other mortals here—all of them human. They are not here of their own free will, and intervening would be very…messy.” The truth settled in my stomach, both heavy and hollow. “Slaves? There are human slaves here?” His fingers fell upon my lips, a silent warning that my voice had been growing in volume. Could he blame me? Humans had made the terrible mistake of owning slaves and had abolished it centuries ago. Even today, the effects still rippled throughout their communities.

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

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."

The worn flat top caught the late afternoon light in the same way it had caught it the first time I had seen it—the specific quality of old stone that had been in the same place long enough to have a relationship with the light above it. In four weeks Sable and her son would arrive to a community that had prepared a specific kind of support for them before they arrived. Colm had already decided. The community had already agreed. I thought, "This is what the community is supposed to be." I thought, It is becoming what it is supposed to be. I thought, My great-grandmother would know these people if she met them. She built the founding document for people who would come to collective decisions

In my heart, I knew that this was the path we needed to follow to honor our true potential and to build a thriving community. Under the stars, lost in a world of our own, the future had seemed brighter. I knew I was close to causing a revolt, and even though it would not be easy for a bunch of slaves to go up against trained soldiers, warriors who did the Alpha's bidding, but we had strength in numbers. Nearly all of the slaves that had been ripped apart from their loved ones, their family and their pack, had sworn their loyalty to me. Soon, it would be time for us to turn the tables against the cruelty of Alpha Keith, and we would become free.

It was the worst thing in the world to have to put up with being with the alpha and sleeping with the beta when all I could think about was how much I loved Mathew. But it was what we had planned for; despite the fact that I did not yet know what the rest of the plan entailed, I knew that I had to put my own safety first, which meant that I had to get pregnant. I couldn't stand hearing that word anymore, and the fact that two men were touching me drove me crazy. However, I did not have a choice. In the slave house, being with two people is preferable to being with hundreds of other people. What I observed in that slave house is something that will never leave my mind. They subjected the girl

“Didn’t you say no one was allowed inside the library?” She hesitated, then gave a reluctant nod. “What happened?” she pressed, her eyes narrowing. “Follow me,” I said before I could stop myself. Minutes later, we stood before it. The library loomed over us, tall and foreboding with its stone walls and white painting. “They say a spirit lives here,” June murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “One that hates slaves. That’s why we’re forbidden to step inside.” I frowned, tilting my head. “Then how is it even cleaned? Isn’t that always the slaves’ work?”

Then he held the slave's wrists with his white palms to calm his struggles before saying seriously: “You are free now. Now, you are no longer a slave and you no longer have a master. We are all members of the Hidden Race like you. We are your compatriots, we will protect you and help you. Please come with us." The slave was dizzy for a moment. Just when I thought he was convinced, he suddenly shouted, "No. I don't want anything to do with you. I only want my master. I will never have any freedom. I can only live with the protection of my master. I want to go back!" After that, it didn't matter what Vincent said. The male slave refused to listen and insisted on returning to the dungeon. Vince

They were in Shadow Land after all and the slaves were mere humans. The eyes that followed her made her skin crawl. She may be a sorceress and under the protection of Balthazar’s top soldier, but she was still a human in a realm where humans were regarded as the lowest of low. Venturing this far from the safety of her nucleus meant she was also far away from her protector. Did these people know her to be the sorceress? If they tried to harm her they’d quickly find out. It was a little more difficult to spot the energy of a human around the cottages, since the entire slave community was made up of them, but she eventually decided on a cottage to enter.

Era rushed out these words, so excited to know what was going on in her life as Michelle shook her head saying, “No, I am not a slave. I was given my freedom by the prince months ago, after they took you, he sent me to the house of an old woman, Mrs. Danni by name and she is the kindest soul you could ever think of, she is the one who took care of me taking me as her daughter. I am not working as a slave. But although I am accepted by my people here, I am not happy. Nobody wants to hear anything about you, they all believe that you are bad and I hate them for that.”