Chained Soldier Ch 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter 21 — Waiting in Scarlet I woke to the cold bite of iron around my ankle. The chain bit into my skin as I shifted, a stark reminder that I was still a prisoner in Kael’s world. The morning light filtered weakly through the heavy curtains, but no warmth reached me.

The soldier was waving his hand to the one taking the picture, but the nurse looked in grimace while looking at the camera. “Adira,” Chadwick called her name again. “I know the answer,” she murmured. As soon as she said that the wind calmed down. The door stopped from opening and closing at there didn’t hear any scream around. “What?” he asked. “The soldier who gave me the notes,” Adira said, “he’s wearing a ring on his finger.” Chadwick had an accusatory frown in the middle of his brows. He did not notice the ring on the soldier’s finger because he was too busy being so scared.

The chain looped around Maximus's neck, dragging him forcefully to the cold stone floor. In that chaotic moment, the clash of swords, the clangor of armor, and the cries of both allegiance and rebellion echoed through the grand chamber. Maximus, despite the chains that bound him, fought to free himself with a vigor that seemed to defy the laws of physics. His allies, rallying to his side, aided in the struggle against the soldiers who remained loyal to King Gaius. With a mighty heave, Maximus broke free from the constricting chain, rising to his feet with a newfound determination. His eyes blazed with a fierce resolve, and he faced the soldiers who dared to challenge his quest for freedom.

He had her. A blade glinted against her throat. Her wrists were bruised, each of them still chained. And Sylvaine was slumped behind them, blood staining the edges of her cloak, her breathing shallow but steady. My wolf surged forward inside me, rage howling through our bond. “Kill him”. I didn’t slow. My claws tore through the first soldier that dared to stand in my way. Hot blood sprayed. Another enemy lunged, he didn’t last a second. I moved through bodies like a phantom, like the war itself.

I can’t move. “Did you think you could escape that easily?” Christopher laughs, watching me writhe in agony. “You’re just a plaything now.” Before I can recover, they drag me back into the building, my body weak and compliant. I’m tossed into a stark room, the sterile smell of metal and antiseptic filling my nostrils. They strap me to a chair, the silver chains burning into my skin, a cruel reminder of my predicament. “Welcome to your new home, Thorn,” one of the soldiers sneers, securing the chains with a final click. “Let’s see how long you last before you break.”

He chased after Barnett without giving up on his prey. Barnett’s four legs were no match for Aidan’s. It wouldn’t be long before he was caught. Was this really the end? Barnett suddenly turned a corner. He spotted one of his trembling soldiers and violently shoved him toward Aidan. Aidan roared and swatted the soldier who had suddenly appeared in front of him to the ground. The soldier stopped breathing instantly. The remaining soldiers cried out in horror and immediately fell into chaos. They all shifted into wolves, desperate to escape. But it was already too late.

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty One Knight’s POV As I opened my eyes, I found myself shackled in chains, the cold, damp air of the dungeon filling my lungs. The agony of my wounds throbbed through my battered body, a constant reminder of the torture I had endured. I strained against the iron chains that held me captive, desperately longing for freedom. But it was not only my own liberation that consumed my thoughts, for my heart ached for another reason. Through the dim light that filtered into the dungeon, I could make out the figure of my Boss standing before me. His face, cold and unforgiving, reflected the darkness that surrounded us. I mustered all the strength I had left and pleaded wit

A large, black, scaly snout appeared and her jaw dropped, her heart began to beat heavily in her chest. Dragons! Dragons! “Unchain it,” the king ordered. The soldier did not move, too scared to do anything but shake and hide behind the shields. Even the guards trembled. "S-Sir..." The guards stammered. “Unchain it!” He moved forward behind the protection of the shield holding one large key in his hand and as soon as he reached the entrance a large jaw shot out of the dark tunnel, mouth opening to reveal sharp pointed teeth. A snap of those teeth later and the soldier and guards were reduced to boots, blood, and shields.

Its helm split, revealing eyes like dying stars. “You cannot hold her,” it whispered, voice breaking apart with the collapsing armor. “The chains are older than you.” Then it dissolved into ash, armor clattering empty to the floor. The cavern fell silent. The soldiers stared, leaderless, fear replacing discipline. Kaelen lifted his sword, blood dripping. His voice was iron. “Run.” They broke. One by one at first, then all at once, torches scattering as they fled into the dark. Kaelen dropped to one knee, panting hard, sweat dripping down his face. Branth leaned against the wall, chest heaving. Mira collapsed to sit, staff across her lap, shaking with exhaustion.

“You weren’t told a lot of things. Life under Kane didn’t give you choices. Neither will life under Cross—unless you’re strong enough to claim them.” Leah’s eyes flicked toward Ethan, silently questioning. Ethan remained still, his gaze unreadable. This was necessary. Trust could not be built on weakness. The First Bout Two deserters were pushed forward. A burly soldier who had once served Kane’s patrols against a wiry courier. They circled awkwardly, the soldier gripping the baton with practiced confidence, the courier trembling. “Fight,” Alexander commanded. The soldier struck first, a heavy swing. The courier barely dodged, stumbling. Another swing came, this time grazing his arm. He yelp