Chained Soldier Ch 1 Novels & Stories

I let them wash me, dress me in clean rags, brush and braid my hair while they poured more of that stinking water over my skin. “Look at that. Now I understand why the alpha kept you alive,” the soldier leered, yanking my chains. “Let’s see how long that fire lasts.” We walked corridors and doors I’d never seen inside the fortress. Soon, we stood before massive dark-wood doors carved with a howling wolf beneath a full moon. Panic seized me. I thrashed, chains rattling, feet sliding on polished stone. My heart pounded; my lungs burned as if no air reached them. The soldier yanked harder, but I fought.

Christian orders the people who chained me to leave, he holds me and guides me to a chair “I am sorry for the chains but I couldn’t have you pulling any of your witchy shit again. But he only knew about the fire and earth, he didn’t know about air and water, and my clothes were drenched in water. Fighting against the chains, I loosen the ones behind my back, it burned but it was enough to get my hands out and partially shift so they become claws. The chain around my neck was the biggest problem, it was burning into my skin, cutting the flesh deeply with each swallow. “Let. Tasha. Go!” He rolls his eyes at me “I think that chain needs to be pulled tighter” He pulls a pair of leather gloves on

And grabbed one of the chains. The entire valley froze. The creature examined it briefly. Then squeezed. CRACK. One chain shattered. The sound echoed across the world. The chained warrior staggered. Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then another chain snapped. CRACK. Then another. CRACK. The hope vanished instantly. The creature wasn't struggling. It wasn't even trying. Then the chained warrior fell to one knee. For the first time. Defeated. The creature looked at him. Its expression softened.

I yelled, struggling against the restraints. After breaking into my room, the asshole had the audacity to knock me out and cuff me to a bed I didn't recognize. His cold eyes dragged over me slowly, taking in the restraints, the fear I couldn’t fully hide, the tremor in my hands. “You paid for one night,” he said calmly. “You didn’t pay to disappear.” I laughed, brittle and shaking. “Are you insane? Untie me right now or I swear…” “Or what?” he interrupted softly, stepping closer. “You’ll scream? You’ll call the police? Your guards?” His lips tilted faintly. “They’re busy. And you’re safe. For now.”

I wh⁠ispered fiercely to the empty room “I do⁠n​’‌t care​ what kind of beast he is but I’m not going down‍ withou‍t a‍ fight. My am‍b⁠er eyes burned with defian⁠ce even as f⁠ear coiled​ tigh​t⁠ in my‍ gut. I suddenly heard some heavy foo‍tsteps‍ sounding​ outsid‌e the chamber door. My breath c‍aught. I pulled h‌arder on the chains, igno‌ring the agony, refusing to lie still like a willi‍ng offering. The links only d‍ug deep and blood dripped onto the pristine sheets. Then th‍e​ door b‍egins⁠ to open‌.

It has almost been an hour since I saw Hugo. ‘Come on, Hugo, what's going on?’ I say out loud to myself. Finally, I see Hugo’s signal. I quickly but quietly make my way toward Hugo. As I approach, I can see the silhouette of someone. It must be Hugo. ‘Hugo?’ I whisper. Suddenly I feel something heavy and cold clink around my neck. I shift into my wolf and swipe my claws around at the soldiers that suddenly appear. Argh! I’m chained around the neck with silver. It was burning me as I pulled and fought against the collar.

Chloe Chloe struggled under her brother’s weight, but she didn’t slow down. She followed Jackson and Quent as they carried the other two soldiers down a short, dark hallway and out into the snow. Jackson found the van easily enough, and they quickly pushed the tired soldiers into the back.

he had his one arm stretched out in my direction and pointing a finger at me whilst with the other hand, he was gently massaging his neck. My nose was still bleeding but I was too afraid to move a muscle, to even clean the blood. I had just found out that my ancestors had blessed me with power and before I could even get to celebrate this victory, I was in a trouble. “Guards!” Uziel hated me since the start, he didn’t want his son to even save my life and I bet he was regretting listening to his son more than ever now.

Alpha Cain glared at me, a silent warning for me to speed up, but I kept my pace slow and steady, still hoping that at the very least, one of the other packs would say something to delay or pause the ceremony. Yet, even they had turned their backs on me. My chains rattled louder as I reached the three steps leading up to the platform and found that while I managed to stumble and limp my way down the aisle, the stairs would not be possible in my broken and weakened state. I was lucky to be able to walk, let alone remain conscious. The only thing driving me forward was how stubborn I was not to let them see just how weak I was. “Get up,” Alpha Cain growled, grabbing the chain around my wrists

Her fingers tightened on the reins and images rose uninvited. The cold wind biting her face and mud was clinging to her boots. Her father’s voice weak behind her as she begged for help, warriors watching from a distance, unkind and wary. And Arthur, standing above the steps of his hall, rigid, controlled, unreadable, Judging, rejecting. Her pulse began to climb as they rode deeper. More structures appeared now, the training grounds, watch posts and storage buildings. The outer stretch of pack life unfolding in quiet order. Wolves moved about their tasks, but one by one their heads turned.