Break The Shackles Novels & Stories

I had to escape… I looked at the chain and shackles and took a deep breath. The power within me started to hum, slowly creeping into my veins and filling the whole of me. I exhaled and watched the gentle sparks of light shine through my skin. I drew another breath and focused my energy on my restraints. The light slipped through my skin and wrapped around the steel. As I breathed out the air, the shackles and chain cracked and then fell to pieces. I huffed a small laugh. It worked. I was free!

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

There was no way he could break it. Amos tried to pull the chain off the pole. It was the same. He couldn't. At that moment, the door opened. Riel entered the room. "That chain is very strong. You cannot break it," he said. He was carrying clothes. Amos looked at Riel. "Why are you imprisoning me like this?" "What do you think?" "I won't escape!" "You should have thought of that before you left the room last night." Amos immediately recalled the events of last night at the banquet. He fell silent.

I managed to get out of the bed I was laying on Luckily my hands weren't chained or anything I tested out my arms and feet Whatever those healers had done they did it pretty good because I wasn't in pain I needed to find a way out of here but first I needed a weapon I looked around and my eyes landed on a full body mirror I did what a normal person would do in times like this I broke it and took the sharpest piece while being mindful of the broken shards on the floor I prayed to the deities for the door to be unlocked and surprisingly it was .

I say, before rereading the prophecy. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night She will begin to heal He who is broken "Okay, that part makes sense. Although, similar to what GoldMoon told us, the word ‘broken’ isn’t exactly accurate. Dominic isn't broken, he was abused and scarred.” “It’s semantics, Princess, just like with the Blessing of the Ceryneian Hind, or as we now call it, The Gift of the Ceryneian Hind, Dominic is described as broken. Maybe the prophecy used that word because he can’t shift.”

I'm just glad that Jacob didn't loose himself after that tragic rejection. "The bonds between mates are too strong. I don't know about your sister if she feels the same way. But anyway, since it's too strong and once you broke the bond between the two of you, the rejector will suffer a consequences. Mates are born for each other and by breaking it, you are against the law and you will be punished." "W-What is the punishment? What kind of consequences?" I asked nervously. It took a long time before aunt Divina spoke. The longer she didn't speak, the more nervous my hands sweated. "What kind of punishment?" I asked again impatiently.

Until the news came — a revelation so impossible, so gutting, it made him want to rip apart the only person he’s ever truly loved. But that was then — when life still held a little innocence...high school. This is now. The underground. Where every step is a risk, every loyalty a lie, and every promises doubted. Tristan might control New York and Italy’s underworld, but power doesn’t make you untouchable. And when the ghosts of his past come crawling back, the king of crime might just break — unless the one person who shattered him in the first place can piece him back together. *** Don't forget to drop comments. ♥️ It would really help me a lot.

she whispered, voice broken but steady. That was all it took. I snapped. I tore her dress straight down the middle, fabric splitting like paper, baring her trembling body. She gasped, arms flying up instinctively, but I caught her wrists before she could shield herself. Iron shackles hung from the ceiling — my wolf had insisted they stay. I snapped them closed around her wrists, chains clanging loud in the silence.

His gaze fixed on the dark red inside the plastic, his jaw trembling, his throat working like he was swallowing broken glass. “Don’t,” I whispered, stepping forward even as fear curled in my stomach. Liam’s head snapped toward my voice and that was the only warning before everything snapped. The chains clattered violently. His whole body surged forward with a strength that wasn’t supposed to be possible in that condition. “Thorne, move!” I yelled. But Thorne didn’t move. He smiled. Like he’d been waiting for Liam to break. Liam didn’t just pull, he ripped his wrist free, skin tearing, metal scraping his bone as the shackle split out of the rock.

LEAH My freedom began with a click and I still stuck on that click even if it felt good, it felt like a relief, but I couldn't keep myself in this position, I had just few hours before they come back, and I needed to get out of here quietly It was so soft I almost thought I imagined it. Just a quiet snick of metal giving way, but it roared through me like thunder. The first shackle was off. Three more to go, I took a deep breath not blinking an eye as I pushed further knowing my life depended on the outcome of my predicament.