Viking Slaves Novels & Stories

It meant our land had just expanded, by claiming theirs. “Good job, everyone!” I announced, to the Valmore pack warriors, who hailed and jeered in support. “It’s our pleasure, Alpha Kai!!!” The warriors bowed down at me, submitting. I waved my hands at them, bringing it to the middle of my chest, just as it was done in our tribe. "I curse your clan!" someone suddenly gasped, from the captured slaves. It was a woman, with a fuming expression of withheld anger. "Your descendants would kill themselves, for what you did to us! Your Kingdom would be burnt to the grounds!! You will kill your children with your own hands!!!"

She removed all normal werewolf slaves from the castle as she saw these as threats unless they were heavily chained in silver and secured. The only werewolves allowed now were the ones captured to use as a blood and sex slaves, blood slaves had to be secured to the wall within the blood slave quarters, and sex slaves had to be secured to the bed of their master. Any found wandering around without a slave collar would be killed on sight.

the man who was a leader asked. “No, but they did treat someone very important to us all as a slave for years, and for that I want them to feel what it is like to lose everything you love and then be treated like a slave on top of that. Because I know that the survivors if any, will be taken in by other pack and they will be nothing but the lowest ranking wolves.” Said the seer.

“Back home, only humans captured in war could be slaves. Does the same happen here?” “The ways of your kind are very different from the ways of the Icelanders. If you’re rich, you can acquire slaves at the slave market. If you’re indebted to someone, you can offer up yourself or your offspring to pay your debt. Majority of the slaves here are humans who are aware that supernaturals exist. The princes go out once in a while to find those humans and bring them back here as slaves. Many of them like it here and don’t want to leave”. “That’s..that is a lot to take in. And you, do you like it here?”

They were the most ruthless and feared group of noblemen in Lycaronia, known for their insatiable appetite for power and pleasure. "The high ranking wolves?" I repeated in disbelief. "What do they want with the king?" Bina's expression turned grave as she leaned in closer to me. "I don't know, Serafina. But I do know that during this period, a lot of slaves get into trouble with the high ranking wolves." My mind started racing with all kinds of dreadful scenarios. What kind of trouble could a slave get into with the likes of the high ranking wolves? "What kind of trouble?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Never. In my memory, it's only ever been you." I was a little surprised, but I quickly rationalized it. "That makes sense. Who would be willing to return or resell a top-tier specimen like you?" He shook his head, his brow furrowed slightly. "No, it's not like that. Werewolf slaves are divided into high-grade and low-grade." "Low-grade slaves can only passively wait to be bought. High-grade slaves, however, can live freely and even control immense wealth." "You're so perfect, but you were classified as low-grade?"

" My heart pounded. This was exactly what I wanted to know. "She's right." I looked up from the book and saw Eleanor. She seemed utterly breathless. "What did you find?" I asked her immediately, fear spreading in the depths of my chest. "The descendants of Wolfrick were cursed along with him. All of them. The last of their kind swore not to rest until they had wiped Selene's wolf goddesses for what she had done. It included imprisoning witches with a poisonous potion. They're being held captive, Chloe." I placed my hand over my mouth.

Because most of the slaves here are rogues from the previous invasion of Blue Moon Pack. Eight years ago, Alpha did not kill all the rogues, but left some of them as slaves, making them work for the Black River Pack. Alpha ordered the tongues of the slaves to be cut out to prevent them from communicating with each other. Obviously, the slaves have a lower status than Omega, although both work for the black river pack. To be precise, Omega is a member of the Black river pack. And slave is the captive of black river pack. As for me, all members treat me as slave, although I live with Omega, because of the mute commonality I have with slaves. And Alpha DOES NOT correct everyone's misconceptions

He pointed out, helping himself to pour a glass of water from a new jug that one of the maids had quietly provided. We sat in silence and only the sound of our breathing could be heard. "Well?" I asked finally. Archer cleared his throat, setting his cutleries down. "We found some wolves around the east province. Turns out that's where the rogues came from." I nodded urging him to go on and Archer continued, his hands stayed clasped on the table. "Majority have been killed but a few slaves were taken." My eyes linger behind Archer as I consider what to do with more slaves. "Number?"

she gasped, "she's got you there. I can maybe see you fucking his ass with your eyes closed if we shaved it, or even letting him suck your cock if you closed your eyes and pretended it was one of us, but I can't imagine you sucking his cock. It would be difficult to pretend you're doing anything other than sucking another prick. You may as well suck Master William's dick, save Julia the trouble and you all the mental anguish." Everyone started laughing harder, even William Thornhill and my parents. "I'll gladly cede my next cock sucking to you, Master Scott, just to see you do it," Evelyn said. I was laughing too. "I forgot about that rule," I admitted. "Wait a minute," Shasta said. "There a