Chained Soldier Ch 1 Novels & Stories

She could not even detect his face from the rumble of mud. "We need to form a chain and pull him out. He won't stop wriggling. I will go in first. We form a chain to go in, and then we pull him out. Arrange the chain. " "You can't do that. It's dangerous. Let’s wait for the rescue team; they will save him even though he might have drunk a bit of mud by then. His stubborn head deserves it," the soldier said with venom. "You are angry? I am too. This was supposed to be a vacation for me too. Don’t worry, I have no thought of dying here. Let's do this. "

I just need you to trust me. Flashing in the back of Cole’s mind an image held steady. It was a woman, with long golden hair, her skin pale and taut with youth, yet her shimmering golden eyes were ripe with wisdom. ‘A Vampire?’ ‘Forget it, Diana! Focus on the mission’ Trembling with fury, I released a deep sigh. “Fine!” I said out loud, the sound of my voice an introduction to the distant sound of footsteps trotting down the passageway behind the heath. With a sudden, shift, my soldiers and I readied our stance as the approach of our King sounded.

He had his eyes closed and both of his hands were interlocking with each other on his lap, seemingly deep in meditation. The first soldier swallowed. ‘I remember there are some stone stairs here… But I’m wearing armor. I’ll make too many noises trying to find footing…’ But he remembered there is a lamp right near the door, in each side of the doorway. So he carefully went to the left one, since he opened the right door. However, upon reaching the lamp, he heard a voice. “Who is it?” The soldier looked at the man, which voice echoed from his direction. The soldier swallowed and gathered his courage to reply. “T-The soldier who guards the door…”

the computer voice droned. Four silver soldiers slid out from a nearby building. They didn’t walk—they rolled, fast, on wheels built into their feet. Their glass faces caught the starlight. “I’ve got them!” Raven shouted, leaping forward. Her arms, laced with gold wires, moved faster than thought. She didn’t stab—she just pressed a hand to the first soldier’s chest. The silver armor melted away, spilling off like water. Underneath was a guy in a t-shirt, blinking in shock.

Steel clashed against steel, the ravine turning into a chaotic symphony of snarls, shouts, and the sickening sound of tearing flesh. I stood frozen, my thumb still pressed against the bracelet’s clasp. The soldiers who had been advancing on us were now locked in a desperate battle for their own lives. Clara grabbed my arm, pulling me back against the rock wall. “Who are they?” she yelled over the din. I didn’t know. My mind was a blank slate of shock. I watched as a towering warrior with twin axes decapitated a soldier, his movements a brutal dance.

I was alone. "Good. Now, rise. It's time to understand, the true power of the Dark." He said and soon I didn't see him anymore. I felt the power surge within me, and I could feel him in me. I felt tainted, defiled. But, what can I do? Nothing, there was nothing. I walked around and watch a miniscule demon crawl up a soldier's arm, making him hit his comrade as a fight ensued. Strife, that was the name. Hmmmm.

~At Night Alexander’s P.O.V. I lay down on my bed, and the sweet and sharp memories of yesterday enveloped me. The nails of this helpless girl in self-defense left a mark on my body like a cat's claws. I examined one of these marks on my right wrist. Lost in these thoughts, I stared at the ceiling. She was not there today, and I felt lonely. An hour later, I was standing near the window with a cigar in my hand when her mom knocked at the door.

I stood quietly behind Leon, trying not to let Shirley influence my thoughts. In fact, I tried to get Shirley to be quiet, but she ignored me completely. Leon's slender shadow was reflected in the candle-light, motionless as a sculpture. The sound of hurried footsteps mingled with the scraping of chains against the floor outside the door, and I could smell a faint scent of blood in the air. Nervously, I gripped the skirts of my skirts on either side as the door opened. A soldier named Martin pushed a bloodied man with chains around his neck and hands to the ground.

Twenty-two years of swallowing pain. And now I was done holding back. The first thing I saw was chaos. The Northern soldiers everywhere. Steel flashing. People screaming. I saw one of them grab an omega maid by her hair and yank her toward the stone well. It was Lila. Her mouth was open in a scream, her eyes wide and wet with the same fear I used to carry every day. “Let. Her. Go,” I said. I didn’t shout. I didn’t need to. My voice rolled across the courtyard like distant thunder. The soldier ignored me. He lifted his hand to strike her.

Something came over me. In the dimly lit cell, the first soldier's focus was fixed ahead, unaware of the danger behind him. As he turned, I struck swiftly, catching him off guard. My fist connected with precision, sending him stumbling forward. With determination, I pressed my advantage, delivering a series of blows that left him reeling. But my efforts were futile. The soldier grabbed me and threw me against the hard concrete. Darkness consumed me as I fell, witnessing the terror in Charity's eyes. She screamed, tears and mucus streaming down her face, distorting her usually beautiful features.