Vikings Slaves นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Vikor was dangerous when angered. “Victoria, do you know what fated mates are?” I asked once Viktor moved to her side. “Yes, but I don’t have a wolf. My wolf was killed off. Most of us slaves loose our wolves. We are poisoned to the point that they die trying to heal us.” She said nervously.

Their destination becomes clear. “Do you know the ancient history of the old world and the relation between dwarf and orc?” She speaks in a sad demeanor however she demanded her captain’s attention. Scar looks down at her and for the moment both of them gaze upon each other. The captain wants to give them the attention that she so rightfully deserves. “No, I do not. I know a simple version but nothing outside of what they teach.” Ivory lets her eyes rest for a moment. Those words her most trusted captain and beloved friend rush through her mind like the concord of battle. “Dwarves were enslaved by the orcs. Every one of us was sent to mines for rosmalt gathering. The women and children too.

Making Axelina his sex slave, which he can use at any time as he pleases. Amar doesn't care about the warning Rio had spoken to him. Because for Amar, his power and money can buy anything in this world. Born into a wealthy family, Amar is accustomed to luxury. Amar Trixeon doesn't like rejection, whatever he wants he must be able to get. Although later he will use trickery to get it. For Amar, his wish is like an order that must be carried out. Not infrequently his men were affected by Amar's anger. “Poor girl like you, I'll be easy to get, just look at you, Axelina, how do I get you. Until you yourself can't reject me. Wait for the surprise that I will give you,” said Amar with a grin on hi

Princess Avila asked, her gaze focused on the slave who was gulping the cup of wine offered to her. "My princess, I do not know much about her but I do know she was sold to the master by her father as a slave, and ever since she came, the master no longer calls in any of us to his chambers" the slave replied. "You mean ever since she came, no one else was able to satisfy the master other than her?" Princess Avila asked in incredulity.

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses