Break The Shackles Novels & Stories

" Logan, so you're here to get me free. Please hurry, I can't tolerate this humiliation." She shamelessly shouted, moving her body to free the shackles. Unfortunately those were magical shackles which cannot be broken by external force.

Holding his arms out as he lifted his chin to Zierno. Good decision. Zierno gave a gesture towards Tristan Kurdikus. Get the shackles. Tristan knew the look. Returning to his saddlebag, he retrieved a set. Zierno watched as the restraints were applied to Demetri’s wrists before turning to the other mounted men. “The rest of you have this chance. If I catch you thieving again, I won’t be so kind. And believe me, I always recognize a familiar face.” His unwavering stare and the well-used sword carefully sheathed on his hip, inspired them to believe him.

“They’re keeping you from remembering and keeping your wolf trapped.” Aiden looked down at the chains with his face etched with despair. “I’ve tried to break free, Shenaya. I’ve tried so many times. They’re too strong.” I shook my head. “We’re stronger. Together, we can break them.” I closed my eyes to focus on the bond between us, the only thread that tied my soul to his. I reached into myself and pulled on every memory, every moment we had shared, and let the love I felt for him fill me until it overflowed and poured into the chains that made them shatter.

Then, he moves. Adam crosses the room in three giant strides, his fingers rough as they slide under my chin, tilting my face up to his. His voice is like gravel and wildfire, scorching through me. *"You’re hurt."* *"I can handle it."* His throat bobs, restraint barely keeping him together. Then, without another word, he grips the iron shackles and **rips them apart** like they’re twigs. The cool rush of freedom sends shivers down my spine. But before I can regain my balance, Adam swoops me up into his arms.

"I … truly don't know,I thought it was you or your men! I just wished to be free from the trap" "How were you even able to break free from those shackles back there?" She nibbled her lips and I felt her intense gaze at my face. There was no chance anybody would miss that. "I had a bad dream." "Huh? How?" "I had a strange and scary bad dream of being in shackles in the midst of a very huge looking wolf who was prepared to eat me up. I battled and wished for the shackles to get broken so that I could escape and that same second it broke. I woke up to realize that the same thing had happened genuinely and I escaped."

Then as I move my hand back down I take her hand and arm with it, making her drape it over my shoulder before moving that hand onto her back to hold her tight up against me as I then move and slide my other hand from the back of her neck. I slide it up her arm until I reach her wrist and again I slide my fingers between the shackle and her skin before pulling and breaking that one, too. I then bring that arm down to drape over my other shoulder, and then I continue to slide my hand down her body until I reach her thigh.

It demanded motion, demanded destruction. Blood poured from my wrists where the cuffs bit deeper. My ankles burned as the shackles ground against bone. Every heartbeat was a drumbeat of agony. Still I pulled. The chains groaned, protesting. Magic sparked. I pulled harder. A sharp snap cracked through the chamber. One of the ankle chains broke with a sound like thunder. The sudden freedom sent a jolt through me, a savage thrill that tasted like victory. The beast roared in triumph. No. I tried to force the thought past the haze of bloodlust. No, stay bound. Stay—

If I could get my shackles off then escaping was certain. I started abrading the shackles, if I was persistent then I could be free before midnight. This was a chance from the goddess and I couldn't fail Her so I worked unrelentingly with the adrenaline rush coursing through me and the fear of how these vicious men would feast on my body brought a sheer sense of urgency through me. It was now or never.

Disoriented and stunned, they struggled in regaining their balance, and disbelief etching their faces along with the doctor’s of fear. What great happened in response to the unleashed fury of mine was the iron shackles that restrained me was shattered into pieces like a glass, their fragments scattering across the room. With a smile, as liberation surged through my veins, I stood trembling but resolute, free of shackles, no longer confined by the physical restraints or the crippling effects of the wolfsbane.

he demanded harshly. His cock twitched, appeared incredibly hard, and she put one foot in front of the other until she stood before him. They almost touched. Moon snatched the key out of her hand, keeping eye contact while he freed both his wrists. The shackles and chains fell to the floor with a loud clank. Then he bent and unlocked both ankle shackles.