Chained Soldier Ch 1 Novels & Stories

she replied. "Yes, Goodbye." Charles replied without even looking up, going over the hard-copy schematics of the overseas bridge for the umpteenth time. Joanne looked back at him one more time before shutting the double doors. At her desk, Charles' butler was already waiting for her. "If the madam would please-"the butler said. Joanne packed her empty hand bag and followed the man out. Her thoughts only anticipating what tomorrow could bring... ********************************* Flip, flip, flip. The light rustles of the notebook periodically sliced the solid air of silence in the room that evening. The room was dark save for the small flashlight in Joanne's hand, and the breeze occasionally

“What is it saying?” I shook my head. “Nothing I plan on listening to.” But even to my own ears, it sounded thin. We kept walking, but the air was wrong. Too still. And then I noticed the soldier ahead of us. He was standing in the middle of the hallway, unmoving, head tilted slightly like he was listening to something only he could hear. When we got closer, I saw his eyes—silver, glowing faintly. “Cassian,” I murmured. He’d already seen it. His sword was half out before the soldier lunged.

Chase cursed inwardly. Before he could adjust his stance, the zombie soldier retaliated. A powerful fist barreled toward his chest. Chase barely managed to parry with his sword, but the overwhelming force sent him flying backward. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and his body crashed hard against the ground. The zombie soldier was relentless and immediately charged forward to pursue him. Gritting his teeth, Chase rolled to his feet and quickly retreated, pouring his remaining energy into his sword. The silver blade vibrated violently, radiating a brilliant white light that illuminated the area for several feet.

Tumawa lang siya at naglakad na kami papunta roon. Pagkalapit namin sa may pinto ay nanlaki ang mata ng mga guwardiya at umayos sa kanilang mga puwesto. May isa namang napatakbo sa loob ng gusali at ilang minuto ang lumipas at kasama na nito ang supervisor ng branch na ito pagkalabas. "Good afternoon Sir Thorn," bati nito kay Thorn. Tumango lang ito. Siniko ko naman siya kaya napatingin siya sa akin.

Full of annoyance and sarcasm. "I will not report you." I grinned there. His reaction to me did not change. Instead his pitch black eyes bore to me menacing with sign of tiredness. I laughed there. I left and ran the distance towards the vast land. It was the sand and the sound of a gun who made me startled. lsang putok I already know who is holding. l was young, and never been this passionate to do something before. But the thing is, does it really matters? "Cienne."

I can easily guess that the wine is to prevent him losing himself during the battle, but the chain. "Soldier 983. Come here." It takes me a bit of time to register that I am the one being called, and I go to him, where he clasps the end of the chain around my arm. "You're bound to me now. They will not kill you." He says. I smile at him in admiration as he gives the battle cry. "ATTACK!" **

I must be looking like a poor villager but that is what I am. “OK! Open her chains and you can go”. She orders him. He takes the key out of his hands and starts opening my chains. “Don’t try to run. You won't be able to. If you run then strict punishment will be given to you and believe me you will not want it. Keep my advice in mind and follow it”. The soldier said to me in a soft voice.

The city felt different now, quieter in the dark hours of the night, like it was holding its breath, waiting for something. Maybe it was just me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we had crossed some invisible line. Once you step into the world of power, violence, and corruption like we had, there was no going back. The road ahead was unclear, and with every step we took, the stakes grew higher. We made our way through the narrow alley, shadows creeping around us like old enemies. Carter kept close, his hand never leaving mine. His grip was strong, but I could feel the tension beneath it, the unspoken fear that we were dangerously close to losing control.

The cold, rough stone walls scraped my skin every time the guard yanked my chains forcefully, making me collide with them. We reached the entrance of the dungeon, where the sunlight was almost blinding after so many days in darkness. My eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness, revealing a small crowd of curious soldiers waiting outside. All were heavily armed, with their sharp spears and bronze armor. The soldier escorting me stopped abruptly and pulled me closer. "This is your last chance to beg for mercy, slave. Take it while you can," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The girl obeyed, only pausing to grab the little carving of her mother from the shelf. Wrenlow pulled back the rug, opened the hatch, and kissed Dawn’s forehead quickly before closing her inside the crawlspace beneath the kitchen. From below, Dawn could still smell the stew. Still feel safe. But above? BOOM— The front door exploded inward, kicked off its hinges. Wood splinters flew into the stewpot. The first soldier who came in was broad-shouldered with eyes gleaming wickedly behind a scent-mask. The second had a leash in hand already.