Vikings Slaves นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“They said today was given to them as a day of rest because of the Luna celebration yesterday. They used that chance to seek my help.” His gaze sharpened slightly, but he said nothing. “They spoke about Vanya,” I added. “They claim she has been abusing her authority as head maid,” I paused. “Punishments beyond what is necessary. Beatings. Withholding food. Assigning impossible tasks.” My fingers tightened slightly against each other. “And, not only her.” Ragnar’s eyes narrowed a fraction. “Some warriors have also taken advantage of their positions,” I continued. “Using slaves and omegas however they wish. The complaints describe cruelty… and pains.”

Ethan Kane transferred to Hazard High Elite hockey team. He came to fight for the captaincy he has admired all this years. But then he meets his old best friend and secret crush, Jax Rivera wearing the C badge referring to the captain of the team on his jersey. Their reunion ignites buried tension and old feelings. After losing a match that would have earned him a chance of being the captain, he finds himself pinned against the tiled walls in the locker room by Jax. Instead of shoving him off, Ethan finds himself surrendering completely to Jax and allowing him to take his dream completely. Jax then offers a deal that Ethan gives him total submission while he on the other hand keeps it a

“He wanted to make a point.” I narrow my eyes, listening to every word, “But where does the money come from?” I watch as Veronica shifts on her feet, “I think it’s slave trade, personally. There may be other illegal things as well, but the after party for the Alphas there was slave buying and trading.” “Where do they get slaves?” Mia asks and Veronica looks at me to tell her. “They are rogues, or omegas. Sometimes captives from pack wars even,” I tell her. “They are usually the most despised of their pack.”

I asked and I noticed veins popped out of her head but she was struggling to keep it under a check. "Even if they are king's slaves and they are living comfortably. I don't mind. But hearing that my people were being taken to our sulfur land to mine sulfur and bring them on their heads to the Elited for use is wrong. Those who refused to mine sulfur were taken to the cold mine to freeze to death, hard punishment and one food daily." she stopped to catch her breath and then cried in a low voice. "My people are suffering." "Were slaves meant to be enjoying before?"

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."

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

I pout and look outside. “Why don’t you want to?” “I just want...a normal life, Mom, Dad, like other people. I don’t know if I have any real friends. I feel like they’re making friends with me because we’re rich...” “What do you mean they make friends with you because we are rich, huh?” “I didn’t mean that they were chasing me for money. You know all students at the school are also rich. What I mean to say is they made friends with me because I’m rich like them...”

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."

Cazz asked, his voice quiet and slow, but even I could hear the blade-edge in it. Khush’s brows dropped. “You asked for those who’d seen darkness. Lived it. The poor ones are more… scrappy,” he grumbled. “In the past we’ve taken from the more affluent, educated areas. It’s harder to find girls who fit our needs, but when we do, they’re more easily intimidated. These ones didn’t freeze. We had no choice but to physically restrain them.” “And yet, so many bruises and tears? And not just on my mate.”

"The Rogues put together from every region yearly is almost the size of five Packs or even more. Every day, their numbers increase just like the slaves in the Establishment do.” Azira's words were like a bomb to my ears—loud, and mind-blowing. His mind travelled back to the day I found myself in the Slave Establishment. My clothes, drenched and sticky with blood. The cold, stench walls. The noises and the painful cries from some slaves who were too hard to break and too thick to succumb. Maybe my fate would have been different or more pleasant if I were a bit harder and tougher. The eyes of the wealthy Alphas and Betas. Their gruesome and incestuous gaze when the slaves are brought in. It al