Vikings Slaves Mga Nobela at Kwento

They shift back, bow and disperse. I sigh when I see her eyes burning with fury. I had no idea that all the nameless slaves from our pack were the children from her pack. Our pack killed their parents and made them nameless slaves. No wonder even the Lycan king shuddered at the discovery. Marcus, Linda and I rescued several nameless slaves and moved them far from here but majority are still here. They were abused and assaulted on a daily basis. No wonder she’s so mad. “I will give you the list and locations of the ones we rescued.”

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.”

My sound sounds hollow even to me. She tosses her hair. "Oh, yes. So, you are going to do what? Stand up to the Vikings?" I straighten my spine. "If needed." "They are marauders. Berserkers. There are leaders, and then there are Vikings." Her chin trembles. She tries to tug her fingers from mine. I grip her hand tighter. "So what? Ultimately, they are leaders, like any other. They think with their dicks. They smell Dominion pussy and lose all coherent thought—"

“I’m sorry; I don’t remember ever meeting you…” “You didn’t.”Granny shook her head, making some pure white strands of hair escape her braid. “Slaves were never allowed in front of vampire elite’s, unless it was to feed. I was a born slave. Served them for over forty years until I was no longer pretty enough to drink from.”

Not today though. She bared her teeth, chest rumbling, and knowing what was coming, I braced myself as she slammed me into the wall behind me, the back of my head hitting it so hard I thought my cranium would crack. Lycans healed fast, but that by no means meant we are immune to the feeling of pain. We felt pain as keenly as any human. If not more. “You are worthless, slave.” she spat. “Weak, being bait fits you so well. I can think of nothing better to show you just how insignificant and expendable you are.”

Alpha Hercules and his father would leave behind a legacy that would forever be remembered. She doesn't remember how long it had been since she saw so many people in one place. Back in Black Diamond pack, the servants were not allowed to interact with other citizens of the pack and less they had been assigned duties to the far west of the houses. they were also not considered members hence the fact that none of them attended the citizen meetings. the servants were called Slaves. and they were expected to uphold that title and do whatever their supervisor commanded.

Knowing the consequences to themselves and to the town if they were to attack these marauders, the country folk became rather disinclined to rear up any cattle or poultry to feed these thieves; every one helped himself and family to whatever remained of their livestock, so that at one time there was not a single livestock to be found in nearby countryside and towns. To further illustrate the gross licenses of these Jamas, slaves who had deserted their masters often returned to the same town, and even to the very house as a Jama, making their former master's house their headquarters for their rapine: masters who were kind to them formerly were now repaid by protection against the rapaciousnes

“My father is king. In time, he will decide to step down, and I will become king. I must learn from him what it is to be a great leader. You are part of the lessons, but also…” “Food,” she supplied. “That is what a blood slave is,” he agreed. “But humans view slaves differently to vampires. I know how your people treat your slaves. Abara has spoken of it; she has many stories. We don’t treat our slaves like that. Slaves work to produce their own food, as most vampires will not eat it, and they work around the fortress for the benefit of all, but so do vampires. We guard and keep the stronghold safe, and we build the houses and the wall…”

On getting there, the slaves moved around carrying heavy bricks on them with some of my guards following them, ready to slash some canes if they dare mess up. Up on the roofs were another set of slaves, basically the ones we abducted from North West pack, a great pack we won and overthrown few years ago, abducting the survival members to our land, just so they could be useful to us. They weren't the first. We won over 200 packs and enslaved them all, making sure they serve as labourers, helping to the growth of the pack. "Long live Alpha!" Some of the slave women fetching water bowed while I and Beta ride pass them, moving inside the site to take more views.

Actually, the business has been slow lately, the most customer only searching for male slaves, as there's a rumor of wars looming on the west side of Hallerus, everyone was searching for a fighting force to protect themselves, leaving her with an abundance of female slaves In her stocks, seeing someone willing to buy some of her stocks, although the price was a bit low, she actually managed to profit at least 1 gold coins per slave. Finally, Candice comes in with the contract, Madam Hive immediately writes the contract herself. After a few minutes, she finishes the contract and asks Elijah to Sign the contract, instead of Elijah handover the contract to me, I signed the contract and place 90