Viking Slaves Novels & Stories

That no matter what happened from here, they would live out lives full of suffering and neglect. I felt like I would vomit. I heaved a sick breath and looked away, listening to the mutters and the bids go on. I wanted to rescue them—each and every one of them. But did I have a right to think that way? They were all slaves. We were the same, by societal standards. I wasn’t more privileged than them, just more lucky. Each slave was bid upon, but none seemed all that popular. Vampires did not fight one another, bumping each slave higher and higher in price. They did not seem desperate, nor particularly keen of any of the slaves.

"W-What's your story?" She froze at this, the light in her eyes slowly draining. I frowned, watching her expression, "You don't have to—" "It is alright to ask. We're all slaves here. I have nothing to hide," she replied. Her eyes flashed to mine, offering me a small smile. "Slaves, yes." I confirmed, "I am a slave because my parents were rogues. Shade is a slave because she was born without a wolf despite our blood running through her veins. Half of the slaves here were either rejected, rogues or like me- but-"

We were bound to them in a way that ran deeper than service. Unlike regular workers, we, as slaves, had no choice but to be loyal. Our survival depended on it. And with how grim things were for our people out there, it would be foolish to betray the Morosovs and lose the fragile safety we had in Jorvik. It was smart of them to take us along. For once, it felt like we weren’t just expendable; we were part of their strategy for survival.

Who knew what schemes Ragnar Lotbrok had in mind? "Why don't you come with me, Helen?" Sophie inquired as the older woman fastened her dress. "I have no place else to go," Helen replied softly. She had shared her story with Sophie—the tale of how she ended up enslaved, forced to leave her two children behind during a Viking Jarl's raid on her hometown. "It's been too long." "You could stay with me," Sophie suggested. "My father wouldn't object." "They wouldn't let me leave, Sophie," Helen said. "We both know that. I'm still their slave."

The other slaves paused their work, their eyes widening with alarm as they gathered around me. Another slave, Jenna, stepped forward, her face full of contempt. “How dare you lie!” she exclaimed while pointing her finger at me. She addressed the crowd of omegas around us. “I saw her seducing the Jarl! I saw them with my own eyes. She was standing there, waiting for an opportunity to apply her charm, and voila! The Jarl came and hugged her. Only witchcraft could make such a high-ranking person fall in love with a lowly slave! I don't trust that lady. I'm sure she's a witch!! She was trying to seduce the son of the Ironwolf for her own gain. She is nothing but an ambitious slut!" The news spre

Princess Avila asked, her gaze focused on the slave who was gulping the cup of wine offered to her. "My princess, I do not know much about her but I do know she was sold to the master by her father as a slave, and ever since she came, the master no longer calls in any of us to his chambers" the slave replied. "You mean ever since she came, no one else was able to satisfy the master other than her?" Princess Avila asked in incredulity.

I gulped, knowing the tragic fate that became of the kingdom forged from the unity between Vikings and Slavs. "Novgorod," he clarified, identifying the capital of the Rus lands. "I thought...I thought the Rus Varangians all perished during the Mongolian invasion a few years ago. That there were no survivors?" We had heard about the struggles the human, and even some Dhampir, communities were having on the eastern borders against the Asian invaders. They had requested the help of the Guard along with back-up from several of our neighboring troops, but by the time any of the western fighters could arrive, they were already too late.

The tall, black-haired man with the gray wavy eyes stepped next to her and through the night she could see his thoughtful expression. "We'll take her with us first!" He ordered and sealed her fate. “Viktor saved me then, in more ways than one. He explained to me what was going on behind people's backs and that the hegeduns were trying to exploit the people. He helped me understand that the whole thing was about more than just being able to live openly as an Elevender. They wanted human slaves. I was so upset that I joined him…. Well, here we are ... "

When Olivia heard this, she was so dizzy that she almost passed out on the spot. As for her father, Richard, he was on the verge of an emotional collapse as he cried out and said, “Mr. Wade... cutting sugarcane and picking cotton. That is the work that the slaves did back then... You cannot torture us like this...” “Nonsense!” Charlie questioned him coldly, “Your God also said that all beings are equal. Are slaves not humans too? Weren’t your ancestors, the Vikings, doing those cruel and inhumane slave trades? Consider this as paying the debts for your ancestors!”

These slaves come from a variety of sources, including the children of former slaves, prisoners of war, civilians who cannot repay their debts, criminals, and even captured orcs. Of course, this orc is not a fox spirit, which is a rare species. There are not many of these captured across the continent each year, and they are auctioned off. Instead, they are ordinary orcish elites. It is said that some widowed noble ladies choose to buy back those with passable looks and invite mages to control their minds. They work very well in daily use. At this time, a group of cavalry escorted a carriage into the block where the slave market was located. Pedestrians on the road kept out of the way, becau