Viking Slaves Novels & Stories

A few female slaves could be seen in the room, their worn-out dress barely concealing their bodies except for their womanhood region and their breasts layers. "Late King Dawson never practiced the act of slaves," Jeffrey mumbled on catching sight of the slaves, although he could tell they weren't his pack members. "Well, there's one now. Queen Isle, his wife made a new law. The other kingdoms were in support of her choice. So, slaves have becomes a thing in the present," Lady Macbeth replied, her hand signaling at the slaves and they hurried to get the cold bath ready. Jasper hugely scowled, his hands fussing with his torn shirt as he removed it and threw it to the floors.

“We wanted your best female, and this is what you give us? A mutt of unknown origin?” Alpha Crane spits on the ground near Alpha Bryson’s feet. “I’ve never been more insulted than I am right now.” Alpha Bryson says nothing, his eyes wandering to me before settling on my trembling mother. “What will fix this?” he asks. “I can offer them as slaves.” My heart stutters. What? “You can kill them,” my father adds. “Do whatever you desire. I reject them both.”

And then there was young Bjorn Ironfist, the jarl’s closest shield-brother, with sharp features, dark hair, and a body honed like a weapon, his gaze burning with a mix of conquest and something deeper. They had taken me not just as a slave, but as a prize—the woman who had slain three of their warriors before being overwhelmed. Now, as the ship neared their fjord homeland, they approached me. “You fight like a valkyrie,” Ragnar rumbled, his voice deep and resonant as he crouched before me, calloused fingers tilting my chin up. His touch sent an unwelcome spark through my body, heat pooling low despite the cold and my fury. “Such fire belongs in our hall, not wasted in chains.”

I ask my father, “I have read that Werewolves were not lascivious like this in ancient times. They were loyal to their mates and would not have sex with others when they were single. Why are they like this now?” My father looks surprised when he hears my words. Maybe he did not expect that I would ask questions that are not directly related to me when I am in this terrible situation. He wipes his tears and says, “Oh poor girl, it is because of the future Alpha’s great-grandfather. Since Cody's great-grandfather created this slave tradition, every werewolf from the noble families could choose his slave for sex. Humans were against this tradition, but humble humans have no say about it.”

VIOLET ‘ Free for claims. ’ This is a term every slave human fears significantly. It’s a term which means that the master werewolf doesn’t want their slave and anyone who wants or wins the fight can have that human - if that human survives the ferocious contest of pushing and pulling from all sides of course. It’s not like werewolves are dying to have that human as their slave who is already rejected by a master - it’s more like they enjoy the torment the human goes through.

She picked up her plate of porridge and poured it on her chest. "Ah!" Nina gasped, rushing up to her feet. "What?" Stacey smiled evilly. "Little witch! What really have you right to sit on this table and eat? The last time I checked....you were nothing but a slave! And where are slaves supposed to be before they eat? Somewhere that suits their place fool!" Stacey yelled at her. Nina's eyes filled with tears. Of course she was nothing but a slave. Nina turned and ran back upstairs, covering her mouth.

Males are not supposed to be marked; females who engaged in that was only dominant wolves who wanted to claim the male wolves. The last time someone did that was centuries ago when women ruled. And at that time, marked males were called slaves. Now, I have just made Adrain my slave; he would do as I say and bend his head to only me, and not only that, minutes away from him would feel like years, and he would go crazy without me touching him or being by his side. How does it feel to be a slave in this modern-day world?

Viktor POV I didn’t know what to say as I sat next to the woman I named my slave. For the first time, I smiled at her. And I could tell she was shocked, but she never brought it up. “I would like it if you came back with me to my chambers,” I said out of nowhere. She didn’t even look at me as she replied. “Yes, Master.” She said. Her replies sometimes felt.. unnatural. Like she was just answering what she thought she wanted me to hear. But I guess that’s how slaves are supposed to be. With her though.. it bothered me.

Am actually a disappointmet with no words. I've got no say nor opinion. All required from me is accept their every actions. Either positive or negative. I must forcefully accept it. After all I belong to their dungeon but miraculously enjoy and dwell within the royal cottage. Rather am meant to serve slave Foreign omega's to every packs are slaves. They're weaklings and worthless. They serve a single purpose alone. Slavery. They remain locked and kept within the packs specific dungeon before freedom to serve slaves. Either s*x slaves, chore slaves, royal slaves and numerous others.

Slaves were the lowest rank in a werewolf world. They were completely lower than even the Omegas. Their masters could do anything to them as they wished. They could even walk like dogs with chains on their necks. Masters could use their money to purchase them in the market. Mostly, people who were allowed to own slaves were the Alphas and their Lunas, then betas or gammas and the elite people. People of the lowest ranks weren't allowed to own slaves as they were servants and maids of the high rank people.