Viking Slaves Novels & Stories

The way Dedrick seemed so soft now, his hand rubbing small circles in her back and his eyes full of concern. "A long, long time ago, when heathens and Vikings began to raid, then to migrate to new lands, they would build what was called and Apex. This was a place of great spiritual importance, and there the keepers of tales and legends built homes and halls alongside gifted individuals, most called Volvas, some called Seers, though there were many names." He couldn't get over the way her eyes seemed to sparkle as she spoke, everyone listening in and even shifting forward some.

I kept looking but there was nothing that was important and I was starting to get angry because I wanted to get rid of this connection with Antton so he can't keep manipulating me, but I wanted to do it without him noticing. I had discarded one as it looked more like a journal than a history book with information, I didn't even know I brought it with me, but I had nothing else to do so I decided to take a look at it, every time I read it catches my attention more because it has the about strange things like slaves. "When a draugrs takes a slave, it feeds on them for a while and when their blood no longer tastes sweet, it gets rid of them." I googled the synonym for "draugrs" it means vampire

Qusack wasn't exaggerating when he said they were requests for slaves. It was amazing to see the choice of words that were used to describe werewolves. Goods, servants, commodities, weres, and these were used in the most derogatory way. It was cruel. I read through the letters and knew it wouldn't be wise to reply immediately. I had expressly told them that I did not have slaves to sell, yet they still thought I should be able to spare some.

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

Weird guy. He growled for being removed from his favorite toy. “You are my slave. I own you. You are in this kingdom, alive and kicking because of my mercy. I bought you, to save you, so yes, you are my slave.” “You piece of shit!” she gritted her teeth. “I will ask Tova to buy me off from you. I am sure he can!” “No he can’t,” growled Ludwig as he stared at her bikini. “He won’t be able to pay all the interest that has accrued over the time.”

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.

Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s. “Deal” Beta Miguel did the same as he grabbed the other members hands and shake, the deal was completed and I, Emma Mondragon, had officially become a slave. ** I don’t know how long it’s been all i know is that we’ve been in a constant rush for the past few days, we came by quite a few stops to collect the other slaves that the Slavers were supposed to deliver, as of now, we were here in one of their bases to collect the other slaves held there and unlike all the other slaves, I am not chained with iron chains. Instead, I am handcuffed with silver, shackled hands and

At his unexpectedly detailed explanation, Silje said to him, “You surprise me, Kail. I wouldn’t have expected you to know things like that.” He chuckled and replied, “Most people think Vikings are cruel predators with no culture, but that is not true. I read a book which stated that Vikings used to have their own legal courts. Isn’t it funny to know that the Vikings actually used a democratic concept? Of course, I don’t think you would like the Vikings because I am very much like them, right? Silje, do you still think the Vikings were just vicious pirates?” When Kail gave her an odd smile, Silje remembered that he took a literature class.

Which I didn't even have any idea what. He was the dangerous rogue Alpha, one with a witch who obeyed his every command. I hadn’t seen the slaves, but I knew what happened to his enemies. I remembered what Jared said, how Viktor had just killed the Alpha of Crimson Hollow and taken every pack member, except Lysandra, as slaves. Ice slid down my spine. Becoming a slave was the last thing I wanted. Their fate was cruel. Even rogues had it better. Escape felt impossible. But what if I tried? What if I actually made it? I could disappear into the human world. I’d hide my wolf forever if I had to. Anything was better than being enslaved.

That is a very bold and courageous step but now that I think of it, I don’t know how I can make that happen. The Vikings and Black Harem hatred goes beyond just a regular one. Any Viking citizen that sets foot on the Black Harem land is immediately killed and vice versa. How am I supposed to end such feud? “I’ll see him tomorrow,” I finally said to Cleo who nodded and took his leave. I retired to bed with heaviness in my heart.