Vikings Slaves Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Zephyr praised. I smiled with satisfaction. "Alright, I'll continue my explanation." "All new slaves will be brainwashed and given new names, and those who are new adults are no exception. Slaves over the age of seventeen will be divided by gender." "The male slaves will work under the rogue pack. They will not receive a salary and will return to the prison after work. They are only allowed to sleep for two hours and are given leftovers once a day. Many of the male slaves ended up dying from work accidents, malnutrition, or other serious illnesses that went untreated."

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.

That no matter what happened from here, they would live out lives full of suffering and neglect. I felt like I would vomit. I heaved a sick breath and looked away, listening to the mutters and the bids go on. I wanted to rescue them—each and every one of them. But did I have a right to think that way? They were all slaves. We were the same, by societal standards. I wasn’t more privileged than them, just more lucky. Each slave was bid upon, but none seemed all that popular. Vampires did not fight one another, bumping each slave higher and higher in price. They did not seem desperate, nor particularly keen of any of the slaves.

— Let's rescue her. - What?! — Delancy asked in disbelief. — Alpha, this is ridiculous! an old man shouted. — We will not allow our warriors to enter renegade territory because of a simple servant! — another said. — Aaron, baby Listen to the elders. They are right. She means nothing to our pack. Once they kill her, they'll know we're strong. said Delancy. She grabbed my hand. “She's just a useless servant, baby. Anger rose inside me.

“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

Some of which were also dark-furred wolves, some were lighter-furred but were still at the commoner level. My mother had taught me at a young age that not all dark-furred wolves had the privilege of being able to reside in the commoners. A lot of them had to work as slaves for the higher hierarchy. The higher hierarchies were the noblemen families and the royal families. Most of them used slaves as sexual slaves; satisfying their sick desires and then throwing them away once they were completely used out. Some of them used slaves for gutter work that weren’t assigned to the commoners who worked for them.