Vikings Slaves Novels & Stories

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.

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...

Revenge, Eric reminded himself. That's the point of all this. Revenge, twelve years of planning and only a few months to start. As a slave trainer, he trained at least twenty girls. Some are voluntary, offering themselves as a pleasure slave to escape poverty, sacrificing freedom in return for security. Others were the daughters of impoverished peasants, forced to come to him in order to lighten the load and exchange for a dowry. A few more were the fourth or fifth wives of patriarchs and bankers, sent by their husbands to learn how to satisfy the different "taste" of their husbands. But for this particular slave, whom he had his eye on from across the busy street – she was different. She wa

“Hey, dear soldiers, our amiable general have given us four off days starting from tomorrow for our good work. Anyone who takes the slaves to the cell, in the next 30 minutes get to have free rum on me this night at the caravan.” The men cheered as they all got strength to get back to dragging the slaves, into the city, using their whips and cane, on any of the slaves who was walking too slow for their liking. They passed the main gates as the gates were closed behind them as the roads were cleared for the soldiers to pass. The citizens of the Northern Isles started celebrating and cheering once they found out who they were. And like the princess, they threw some food on the slaves who had n

Edith asked again with the same disgust on her face. "yes, he killed almost all the people, other than her and some of the young wolves from the pack. I don't know what His highness was thinking when he wanted to make her his slave. She asked him to kill her because she doesn't want to be disrespected as a slave, but His Highness forced her to accept being his slave by blackmailing her with the young wolves. She is like this only because of the young wolves' safety. Looks like she cares a lot about her pack" Mr. Edith said, thinking about all the things that happened on that day.

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

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.

I couldn't help but wonder how many more would be found in the whole kingdom, in other packs. Those poor people were abducted from their packs and were forced to live a life that was worse than the lives of rogues. They were forced to live as slaves, work nonstop and get nothing in exchange. Women were forced to please other men and bear their children without getting anything in return. The mere thought of their whole life made me shiver in terror.

While Rain was left thinking about how her pack would blame her later for not being able to stop the fire wolf. Rain was well aware that Viking werewolves, even humans carried out raids to rob monasteries of their treasure and to capture individuals as slaves. They frequently sold the things they stole so they might get the things they desired. Yeah, monasteries, and rich people, that's what she knows usually Viking wolves are raiding, but her pack robbing another lowly pack? She wasn't aware of that fact.

The Coast of Alden, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years Before The new slaves improved, and they resumed with their raids, taking ten more small coastal villages and towns until their ships rode low in the water, the cargo holds overflowing with new treasures and slaves. Gera had selected two young women from the holds to serve as Thaelen’s blood slaves, and Thaelen was amused, as Gera’s selection betrayed his jealous ownership of his vampire as clearly as if he had branded it on the women. Whilst both women were beautiful, they were both very much not of Thaelen’s preference, being long limbed, and lean - lacking the lush curves of the goddess.