Viking Slaves Novels & Stories

“They said today was given to them as a day of rest because of the Luna celebration yesterday. They used that chance to seek my help.” His gaze sharpened slightly, but he said nothing. “They spoke about Vanya,” I added. “They claim she has been abusing her authority as head maid,” I paused. “Punishments beyond what is necessary. Beatings. Withholding food. Assigning impossible tasks.” My fingers tightened slightly against each other. “And, not only her.” Ragnar’s eyes narrowed a fraction. “Some warriors have also taken advantage of their positions,” I continued. “Using slaves and omegas however they wish. The complaints describe cruelty… and pains.”

However, some of the sheds had also become semi-permanent, perhaps only relocating within the market compound itself between different monthly meetings, never being dismantled or completely dismantled. The soft mooing of cows, the pitiful bellowing of lambs, the crying of slave elf children separated from their mothers along with the wailing of the Ferals being whipped came to Viktor across the damp meadow, along with the characteristic smell of manure. from livestock markets everywhere. Slavery was totally legal in the Empire. There are three ways to be a slave, to sell yourself as a slave to pay off a large debt; to be born a slave, since the children of a slave were slaves or to be a capt

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

"Of course. People employ them sometimes but I don't think that's so in this case," Green nodded. It got me more confused. "You look confused, Iris," "Because I am." "Okay, here's the thing," Kylie began as she spread her feet. "The slavers have nothing. They're like a tribe of really poor people who have to rob to make a living. They once thrived in cannibalism before their new King abolished it. They continued robbery, started trying to conquer settlements and towns with the little fortune they had accumulated by coming into their place, making the people fall to their knees and pledging their loyalty to him and burning down settlements who refused to pledge allegiance. In that case, that

"Would you want it served bare or clothed?" Ivanna felt nauseous inside her stomach as she listened to what the chief servant referred to as a dish. It was another slave being emancipated to the Youngest Master of the Breguet family as a meal. Slaves were dined as food for the nobles. They were molested and fucked, which often led to death, but the nobles never felt any concern. To them, humans were just food and sex slaves.

I can’t help but admire how easy it seems for her to talk about these things, things that would’ve broken most people. She’s been through hell, and yet, she stands tall, not letting it define her. And now she’s telling me about how some of those rogue wolves were once slaves—running from the underground camps that have been haunting my kingdom for too long. She’s so casual about the whole information, like it's just a small detail, but it's not. “They’re escapees. They came from the underground slave camps, forced into servitude, probably their whole lives.” I lean in, my hands clasped together, elbows resting on the table and listening closely. “We need to find those camps,” I say, my voice

Viktor came out of his weapon's making factory and headed to his pack house. His slaves bowed him as he left the place. They have a high respect on him as he doesn't treat them as slave but as a fellow wolf who works for him. Because of this, everyone is loyal towards him and no one holds any grudges against the man who put them inside these four walls. They know the world outside these walls would be much worse and cruel compared to this. One of his woman slave walked towards him and Viktor stopped hear her even when his beta yelled at her to walk away.

What happened the next morning was so far beyond what anyone could have foreseen. Upon waking, Halen and his men discovered that their slaves were missing. They realised what we had done, plied them with alcohol, stolen what was theirs, we had made fools of them. In their eyes it was an eye for an eye. We took two women from them, they would take two from us, each.

I countered as I could already hear the murmurs coming from the slaves and the women that were around. "I'm sure you are too innocent to the point where your slaves have something too important to say, probably waiting to reveal your sins." I scoffed as I looked around to see the tired and battered-looking faces of the slaves who were too eager to speak. I ordered them to say what they had in their minds. The slaves revealed how he and his warriors had fought and killed many people in the small wolf packs, and also how he took the women and children to his pack as slaves. They revealed that his brother was also a great accomplice which made them the worst.

Looking at her, I gave her my coldest glare as I replied, "Your apology means nothing to me. You are a coward and a liar. I thought I could trust you, but clearly I was wrong!" Ashleigh continued walking with me in silence, as we made our way past the large pond, and walked toward the tree line which was located on the far side of the yard. We had just reached the treeline, when I was suddenly ripped from Ashleigh's side by two male werewolves, and slammed against the rough bark of a tree. As my front was pressed up against the tree, my arms were pulled around the tree and handcuffs were fastened around my wrists, securing me to the tree with my hands out front. Once everyone had gathered ar