Viking Slaves Novels & Stories

Edith asked again with the same disgust on her face. "yes, he killed almost all the people, other than her and some of the young wolves from the pack. I don't know what His highness was thinking when he wanted to make her his slave. She asked him to kill her because she doesn't want to be disrespected as a slave, but His Highness forced her to accept being his slave by blackmailing her with the young wolves. She is like this only because of the young wolves' safety. Looks like she cares a lot about her pack" Mr. Edith said, thinking about all the things that happened on that day.

Making Axelina his sex slave, which he can use at any time as he pleases. Amar doesn't care about the warning Rio had spoken to him. Because for Amar, his power and money can buy anything in this world. Born into a wealthy family, Amar is accustomed to luxury. Amar Trixeon doesn't like rejection, whatever he wants he must be able to get. Although later he will use trickery to get it. For Amar, his wish is like an order that must be carried out. Not infrequently his men were affected by Amar's anger. “Poor girl like you, I'll be easy to get, just look at you, Axelina, how do I get you. Until you yourself can't reject me. Wait for the surprise that I will give you,” said Amar with a grin on hi

EVELYN It was no secret that werewolves worshipped power. Hescor was believed to be a mostly peaceful place with a variety of different people but there was no use denying the truth. Those without significant strength or a noble lineage would find it nearly impossible to achieve a respectable status in this country. Wolves without significant status were known as Omegas. In the past, some Omegas were forced into slavery. Those slaves’ sole purpose was to serve high-born families and nothing more. They were treated as if they weren’t wolves at all.

Ivara's POV “Isn’t that the five hundred million dollar slave?” “Who thought they’d send such an expensive slave to the labor field? Like—the labor field.” These and many other derogatory comments came from the other omega slaves loitering nearby. I kept my head low as I walked. None of their words moved me. All I was concerned about was my dream and Kerion.

“We sent out our warriors that patrol our perimeters just like always, but when they didn’t come back after an hour, we got worried. That’s when we found that they were being attacked by rogues.” “How many are hurt?” I asked, as my mind couldn’t stop thinking, why this was happening. It was one of the reasons why the alliance was formed. In the earlier years, during the time of my father, the rogue wolves used to create chaos in every pack that they went to. Claiming their lands and even making those who survive their slaves. The men were forced to fight each other to the death as the rogues placed bets on them. The women, on the other hand, were divided into two types of slaves. The first g

They were currently affective in several parts of East Greenland, affectively taking up ground and killing supernatural monsters with no struggle for a while. Hayze, Gantaka, and Keanu were in a separate nearby city, where nearly 75% of its population consisted of slaves. There were much more enslaved people than free human beings, until the trio from The Itaska arrived to set them free. Just southwest of Richland, The Itaska run of freeing slaves on the tobacco belt came to a halt when a powerful spiritual pressure arrived. Richland was under heavy fire; The Itaska and Terrance were killing valuable demons that were capable of helping them win the war. The Greenland Army shouldn't be able t

“He wanted to make a point.” I narrow my eyes, listening to every word, “But where does the money come from?” I watch as Veronica shifts on her feet, “I think it’s slave trade, personally. There may be other illegal things as well, but the after party for the Alphas there was slave buying and trading.” “Where do they get slaves?” Mia asks and Veronica looks at me to tell her. “They are rogues, or omegas. Sometimes captives from pack wars even,” I tell her. “They are usually the most despised of their pack.”

“I didn’t mean that they were chasing me for money. You know all students at the school are also rich. What I mean to say is they made friends with me because I’m rich like them...” “You know what, there’s a poor student, and she got a scholarship. That’s why she’s studying in school. She’s not rich, so she’s being bullied at school.” “It’s because they think she does not belong in that school, sweetheart.” What about me? I belong to that school because my family is rich. Is that what is it? “That’s why I hate it, it’s unfair, Mom and Dad. Wealthy or not, we should respect each other. We’re all the same. We have eyes, noses, hands, etc. The only thing different is the status of our family.”

I asked and I noticed veins popped out of her head but she was struggling to keep it under a check. "Even if they are king's slaves and they are living comfortably. I don't mind. But hearing that my people were being taken to our sulfur land to mine sulfur and bring them on their heads to the Elited for use is wrong. Those who refused to mine sulfur were taken to the cold mine to freeze to death, hard punishment and one food daily." she stopped to catch her breath and then cried in a low voice. "My people are suffering." "Were slaves meant to be enjoying before?"

Samantha looked at me bemusedly, “Most. But I suppose you’re not Val? Because you look very different from them. You are always gallant and frank, and those qualities will never be found on other slaves. Have you noticed that Ben always seemed to be timid in front of those servants? I can tell you that he would just freak out while facing with a master. It was because his parents used to be in the army and they killed loads of werewolves during the war. She paused before continuing with a serious voice, “Slaves could be different. A few are wolves with low ranks like me. Some are human kids with no families or relatives to rely on, such as orphans. And the other, the most, were criminal. Tho