Viking Slaves Novels & Stories

“William may not have decided to kill me, but making me into a slave? You know as well as I do that that’s even worse than being exiled. And here I thought I wouldn’t be used as a tool ever again…” Slavery amongst werewolves… While it was not something common amongst any werewolf pack, it was still a well-known punishment amongst many. Usually done to werewolves who committed an unspeakable crime as irredeemable mutts, or members of a fallen pack’s Alpha’s family as trophies. Either way, once branded as a slave, no longer would that werewolf be seen as an equal. No longer would they be treated as a person. Instead… they will be treated as a tool they aren’t. Since slavery was a practice that

Following the direction of his pointing finger, she observed the Norsewoman securing the horses by means of a makeshift halter fashioned from her belt, before leading them across to a tree. “This is Ragnar, my half-brother,” Ketil said. “In case you were wondering.” “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” she asked and held her breath. “Her name is Mia,” he stated. “My slave.” “Enchanting,” Ragnar said. This time, he wasn’t looking at the mare. When she saw the longship with its red sails and line of circular shields, bare-chested men on each side preparing to row, Miriam’s heart sank.

Even though Alexa and I didn't start on good terms, I wouldn't wish her father to be dead because he's the only parent that she has. "The slaves were treated harshly by my men before because of the hatred they have towards Werewolf, Half-breeds and Lycans who joined Werewolves."Luciano paused and heaved a deep sigh. "I warned my men against treating them harshly for the past few months. I will let all slaves go once I become a king.They will be free to go to their packs or settle here in the South because some packs were destroyed."Luciano explained and I listened carefully, agreeing to his words.

The others could blend in with the crowd because it was only during their transformations that the color of their eyes depending on their rank was revealed. But pure-blood Alphas had red eyes and unimaginable strength. They were uncommon, dangerous, and uncontrollable. Killing machines... If I can put it that way. I took a deep breath as a memory came back to me. Denver. Slave # 345. He was a pure-blooded Alpha... His red eyes were intriguing, both handsome and observant. So fascinating that I was afraid they were going to burn me... Other more personal memories surfaced... I closed my eyes, refusing to think about them...

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

Dalia Grey Vision Nordic lands 650 B.C Bjørn Stormrider was returning from his viking raids and like every other drakkar he had a longship full of loot from his pillagings and an unrelenting hitched to be buried once again in the arms of his wife and daughter

Sebastian shuddered but didn't stop her. "Did you get these from fighting?" "Some of them..." Glancing up she frowned. "Some of them?" He avoided her gaze. "I wasn't born a king, Victoria." "What were you born as?" Sebastian paused, before answering roughly, "A slave." "What?" "I was a slave. All of my kind were." "You mean berserkers?" "Yes." "But why?" How could anyone enslave a man like him? His body tensed even further. "Berserkers were strong and easily controlled. The demon lords used that to their advantage, forcing us to turn and fight for them."

Spinning around to check the king's expression, although it's wrong, knowing the rules between her and the King, but she wanted to know her fate through the king's expression…not sure if she would be able to read his expression. “No” The king screamed, although it escaped his mouth, listening to Aloha thought made him screams, although he wasn't sure she understands the reason for his scream. A flash of sheepish ran through his eyes for a second, and he adjusted his seat, noticing the awkward intent gaze, Aloha and the two visitors giving him. After what looked like a whole day, Ragnar finally spoke. “You do know who slaves are, especially who they are to their master, you do know the only p

I don't want to go there but they send invitations nonstop as if they think that I will go to their disgusting auction. “But, sir. They already know about your identity and you are still a member." What he said made me growl in annoyance. I actually don't know why I ended up signing up for them. All I remember is I was drunk and wanted something sweet when they asked me to join their secret group called Sweet Delights. I really thought that it was for VIPs however when I attended their invitations, it was a human auction for slaves. Men and women are there with their masks on. Well, I do love having a slave and I had so many ones before but nothing interests me which made me want to leave th

He nodded, hiding his smirk as he walked back to his bench “Hai, Hai, master” I turned back to the slaves, clapping my hands twice as to catch their attention. They all gathered around me, leaving the chefs to do their work as they waited for my orders. Today was going to be a hectic day, even for them as slaves after the wolves shifted. Most of them might be seeing the wolves shifting for the first time today and I needed to ensure that those who were human stayed inside. The fact that we barely showed ourselves to humans was something. But some of these girls were either sold into slavery from orphanages or were kidnapped from their hometowns. Each one of them knew her duty when it came to