Break The Shackles Novels & Stories

Just wave after wave, wearing a person down until there was nothing left to wear down. I remembered what the therapist at the orphanage had taught me years ago. Ground yourself. Count. Touch something real. Find five things. I forced my shaking eyes open. One. The cracked pavement beneath my shoes. Two. The rusty garbage container beside me. Three. The flickering streetlight overhead. Four. An abandoned newspaper rolling with the wind. Five. A stray dog sleeping across the road. My breathing remained ragged. Again. Four things I could touch. The rough concrete.

But the memories of our past, the blood we’d shed, the lives we’d taken, followed us like a shadow, no matter how far we tried to run. The drive to the safe house Langford had arranged for us was long and silent. The weight of the decision pressed on my chest, but it wasn’t until we arrived at the remote cabin that I allowed myself to breathe again. Surrounded by nothing but trees and the vast emptiness of the wilderness, I felt the stirrings of something unfamiliar—hope. This could be our chance. To heal. To build something new.

"But if she screams, I am taking your head." "She will scream." Malachi crushed the herbs into a dark, thick paste. "True purge will hurts more than the poison ever did." He pressed his palm to Elena's forehead. Her skin was so hot the straw beneath her began to smoke. "Hold her, Reaper. Do not let her break the circle." Sloane lunged forward, pinning Elena's shoulders to the pallet. The moment he touched her, the Shackle on his wrist went insane. The golden numbers began to spin, blurring as they devoured his seconds.

But enough isn’t something that we should be assured in, we would always need to maximize our possibility for escape. I looked at the shackles on my feet and my hands, I was grateful that despite being tied up we were still able to run efficiently. I looked around and saw a big piece of stone, it was large and solid enough to break the locks of my shackles. My hands quickly grabbed it as I felt its weight and how hard it was. I lifted my right foot and placed it on top of a flat stone situated near me. I aimed for the lock, deciding to break it and pry open the first half of my shackles. I took a lungful of air and lifted the large stone on top of my head. “Stop,” Sebastien quickly warned. H

"What I saw this evening really break me. You broke my heart...No you broke me...I'm broken Kareem! I'm sorry I can't live with a person who don't value my existence" "Maryam please listen to me at least. I don't even remember exactly what happened!" "You were drunk aren't you? You promised me Kareem! You promised me you won't take drugs or drink again! You do....and what will even happened if I listen to you now?...what happened between us will it change? No it won't...nothing can ever change what's between us... It over Kareem and it's late already" "You're now free...you're free to finally be with your one and only safeenah who has been dead but still into your system" she said and went o

Still fighting. That’s when I saw it. One of the shackles - my left wrist - had a tiny split near the hinge. A crack. Barely the width of a fingernail, but enough that the metal didn’t fully seal. And the wall behind me - crumbling. Old mortar flaking with every movement. If I could brace just right, apply pressure.. “I can break it,” I whispered hoarsely. Sable stirred more fully. “Together.” We couldn’t shift. Not yet. But I could focus. Channel what I had left. I twisted, yanking my arm upward against the resistance of the chain. Pain sparked bright and white in my vision, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

"You're experiencing a breakdown." "Absurd?" I chuckle, but there's nothing funny about it. It's the noise of something being unleashed. "I'm experiencing freedom for the first time in months." I take another fragment of the shattered bracelet—the biggest one, with the coiled antenna still there—and hit it once more, crushing it beneath my foot until it’s merely contorted metal, sparks, and shattered hopes.

My wrists are raw and bleeding from the tight metal bindings that have kept me prisoner for days. As the first shackle snaps open, I wince at the sharp pain that shoots through my arms. But it's nothing compared to the relief I feel as the weight of the chains is lifted off me. I flex my fingers and try to soothe the aching in my wrists as he moves on to the next shackle. With each snapping chain, I feel a sense of liberation, a glimmer of hope that I might be able to escape this place. The pain of the shackles is replaced by a deep sense of gratitude towards Savio, who seems to understand my desire to escape.

Rebecca froze where she was, hoping no one saw her walk in with the guy who had just alarmed everyone. After everyone settled again, she looked up at the crowed. Finally, Hunter thought. “Shackles.” Rebecca began. “Shackles and chains holding me down. They are tight and burn around my wrists. Oh God, they burn so much. I know where the keys are, but I can't reach them. These chains are short and prevent me from moving immoderately. Don't pity me, no. I'm used to the rough grinding sound they make when I tilt, I'm used to carrying their load on my wrists.”

“Wow the three men I loathe most in my life” I looked up at her and noticed that she was not chained up. She was happily stood by the bed playing with a small dagger. Where the hell did she get that? “I told you boys to chain her up“ I growled at Josh and Scott. The fucking idiots. “But they did father” She smiled up at me sweetly “But I broke free” She lifted up one of the broken shackles to show me. “That’s impossible, they are silver. No wolf can break out of silver” I looked at the broken shackle in shock.