Vikings Slaves Novels & Stories

“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.”

“He used me to get to Jax by exposing everything.” “Yeah. That part you already lived. Whatever happened in juniors, he never really dropped it. When you showed up and got close to Jax, Marcus saw an opening and took it. That’s not rumor. That’s what we all watched.” Ethan stared at the dark floor of his room. “So the only history I’ve got is a vague sabotage story with no proof, and then Marcus coming after us later.”

“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.

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

Viktor POV I didn’t know what to say as I sat next to the woman I named my slave. For the first time, I smiled at her. And I could tell she was shocked, but she never brought it up. “I would like it if you came back with me to my chambers,” I said out of nowhere. She didn’t even look at me as she replied. “Yes, Master.” She said. Her replies sometimes felt.. unnatural. Like she was just answering what she thought she wanted me to hear. But I guess that’s how slaves are supposed to be. With her though.. it bothered me.

I kept looking but there was nothing that was important and I was starting to get angry because I wanted to get rid of this connection with Antton so he can't keep manipulating me, but I wanted to do it without him noticing. I had discarded one as it looked more like a journal than a history book with information, I didn't even know I brought it with me, but I had nothing else to do so I decided to take a look at it, every time I read it catches my attention more because it has the about strange things like slaves. "When a draugrs takes a slave, it feeds on them for a while and when their blood no longer tastes sweet, it gets rid of them." I googled the synonym for "draugrs" it means vampire