Romans & histoires Anime Like Chained Soldier

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”

This was carefully thought out, and agreed upon. "..... And we let you in without incinerating you on the spot. Why are you not groveling at our feet?" the first guardian I met said, his hair sticking out like a porcupine, giving him a funny, comical look. Like Goku in DragonBall. Hey don't judge me, I remember my anime. I spaced out there and I had no idea how to explain to such an erratic Guardian that I heard only a jumble of what he said. "Uhmmm, the thing is.." I began, no idea where I was heading. I very well couldn't form any coherent sentence that'll explain, so I just muttered unintelligently.

"You take so long, but it's okay…" "It's worth it, Ria ..." "It was all paid off, even I'll be chained to death waiting for you ..." I stared at him and stroke his hair bad. He smiled like his usual perpetual scowl. Watching me in an alluring way, painful. His eyes were bloodshot as I saw how tears rolled down his cheeks. "It's only you…" "You're more than enough, Ria…" My lips irk there to smiled at him in an oozing way. I nod as we both were in tears reading Ambre's hand written. "After all, we are chained to dust…"

The words came out slurred as I tried to stand, and I hissed when the chains moved, and my flesh began to sizzle. Alpha Cain clenched his large hand into a fist before releasing it. “Do not speak without permission. I do not like to repeat myself, and I am not a forgiving man. You either need to follow my rules or suffer the consequences.” My eyes moved slowly from his scarred knuckles to his face as I realized that he had been the one to knock me out so I could be chained. The smirk on his face was teasing, as if he wanted me to act out again so he could strike once more.

Phuture brought the team along to the injured essence, using teleportation to arrive at the location of a young man. The young man wearing a navy-blue soldier uniform had dark brown skin and laid in a pool of his own blood. Phuture urgently came to the young man's aid, but Terrance would cut her off before she used any of her energy. Even under pressure of dire moments, he still remained persistent on keeping her energy usage minimum as possible. Terrance used his healing prowess again although it wasn't elite as his wife's technique, placing his energy within the wounds to gradually heal them. Terrance noticed a mark on the man's neck, a bruised mark that resembled a deep fanged bite mark.

he observes. “I sound cautious,” I snap. “Caution is fear dressed in pearls.” I end the call. The silence afterward presses too hard. I pour myself vodka. I don’t drink it. Instead, I stare at the surface, watching my reflection tremble. I did this for him. For his future. For the empire. For the Sokolov name. I tell myself that until it almost feels true. Somewhere out there, a girl floats through the world without memory, without armor, without knowing she was once loved like a war.

Chapter 111: Chains of Victory DAMIEN’S POV I slammed Cassandra against the nullstone wall of the dungeon cell. The chains rattled loudly as her back hit the cold surface. Blood still dripped from the cut on my side, but the pain felt distant now. Anya’s moonlight flowed through our bond and dulled the worst of it. The imprint worked better than I had hoped. She carried my curse and I drew on her strength. We had become something new on that battlefield.

Manageable. But the moment Alistair’s message arrived, he’d reached for the bond again. And it hit him. Like fire and knives. Like someone had ripped open his veins and poured agony into them. He gripped the reins until his knuckles turned white. His soldiers followed behind, too afraid to speak. The pain pulsed through the half-formed bond — wild, thrashing, chaotic. He could feel everything: the sting of smoke in lungs that weren’t his, the raw blister of burns, the hollow ache of betrayal.

I would no⁠t di‍e⁠ chained like an a‌nima‍l for a stu⁠pid cursed Alpha I barely know. T⁠he chains hel‌d firm, but I kept fighting. My fi​ngers sli‌pped on m‌y‍ own‍ blo‌od, ma⁠king the metal s‍lick. I changed⁠ angles, using‌ m⁠y l‍egs for⁠ leverage, i⁠gnoring the bur⁠n in my shoul‍der‌s.

“You either give us what’s owed, or you die.” “But… I don’t have anything,” my father pleaded, his voice shaking with fear. The soldier’s face twisted in rage as he drew his axe. My brother, now pale as a ghost, scurried further into the corner, trembling. I tried to step forward, but another massive man grabbed my arm, holding me in place. “What’s stopping me from killing you right here?” the soldier snarled. Then, out of nowhere, my father’s trembling voice broke through the chaos. “Take… take my daughter!”