Vikings Slaves Novels & Stories

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?"

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."

And then— "Alpha, please!" One of them implored, their voice raw and terrified. "We will obey! Just spare our lady!" Emereah's eyes went blurry. No. No, no, no. "You see, little wolf," Vladimir drawled, stepping toward them, "your people still think you’re worth saving." He stopped in front of one of the male slaves—a warrior once proud, now nothing more than a shadow of himself. Vladimir pulled out his dagger.

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?

Their destination becomes clear. “Do you know the ancient history of the old world and the relation between dwarf and orc?” She speaks in a sad demeanor however she demanded her captain’s attention. Scar looks down at her and for the moment both of them gaze upon each other. The captain wants to give them the attention that she so rightfully deserves. “No, I do not. I know a simple version but nothing outside of what they teach.” Ivory lets her eyes rest for a moment. Those words her most trusted captain and beloved friend rush through her mind like the concord of battle. “Dwarves were enslaved by the orcs. Every one of us was sent to mines for rosmalt gathering. The women and children too.

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 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

Despite that, he could not lose momentum, because backing down was not an option, no matter what. As he watched Nyx walking ahead, a sudden, unexplained irritation stirred in his chest. Just then, Vincenzo Rizzo, a merchant, walked by, leading several slaves. The man looked vicious, and he lashed out with his whip without hesitation, striking the slaves with brutal force. In the chaotic Outlands, slave trading was legal, or rather, no one cared to regulate it. Moreover, those who dared to do this kind of business all had massive backing. "You worthless trash, your miserable lives were spared because I paid money to buy you," Vincenzo cursed, raising his whip to strike again.

I stared at her, horrified and unable to process what she said. “Okay, listen. Since you’re my roommate, it’s my job to explain how things work here.” She started. I just nodded for her to continue. “So I’m an exclusive slave of the pack's beta, Ethan. One man exclusively owns some of the slaves. Example: me and you. While few others are free to use by any high-ranking men,” she said, pausing to catch her breath. “Every slave was either bought or captured from a weak pack that was defeated. Their ranks were based on how pretty the women were,” she explained.

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.