Chained Soldier Mc Novels & Stories

In a world shattered by a supernatural apocalypse, everyone gains combat skills except Dimas, who wakes up with a 'Cooking System'. While others hunt for survival, Dimas hunts for ingredients. When a cold, battle-hardened ex-soldier named Rafael discovers that Dimas’s dishes can restore stamina and grant temporary buffs, their lives become inextricably linked in a dangerous culinary business venture.

In a matter of time, the people at the cafe broke into whispers and mumbling. "Oh my God!", Hannah whisper-yelled. " Aiden Walters is back!" I saw him exit Blossombee taking one last look at me. "Who is he?", I asked Hannah, digging into my pancakes again. She looked at me with a serious expression and spoke " He is bad news, Haven. Aiden Walters is a part of Chains and Smokes- one of the most dangerous gangs in this town. Nobody in this town dares to even cross paths with him. He has a temper and it got him into trouble so many times. He almost killed Ryder, a member of his rival group. Four months back, he fled somewhere for some unknown reason. Nobody knows where he went or why. Now that

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

To survive the man who destroyed my life. I close my eyes. I try to sleep. But all I can see is the red moon. All I can feel is the chain. I am a rogue. I am a survivor. I will find a way. I wait for the next person to open the door. I wait for the next battle. I am ready.

Sarah mocked. "You piece of shit!" Penelope charged at Sarah, but Liam quickly placed himself between the two. Chelsea came running to her friend's aid. "Hey, hey, touch my friend, and you will have me to deal with!" she warned them. She had her own makeover, her black curly hair straightened, and she wore a pixie dress paired with heels and a matching bag. "Finally, I have met the ugly pack of bones that was eating from two pots," Cheldea sneered.

The audience has now become noisier than ever with heated discussions; most of them have emptied their pouches. Three out of the four are mercenaries. Somehow they look more vicious than others who are in the hall, not because of their huge wings and horns, but because of something in their expressions. They look cruel and yet, the one who intimidates her is neither of them but the one who is heavily chained. He has manacles on his wrists, ankles, and an iron collar on his neck. One mercenary was holding the chain that is connected to the collar. He is half-naked like other people who have been auctioned, only wearing a pair of tight, long black pants.

“You should be grateful.” Grateful? For what exactly? Getting assaulted? “Pretty little thing like you. A servant should know her place.” He grabbed my chin and I jerked away immediately.The movement only seemed to amuse him.A sick smile stretched across his face. “Playing hard to get?” My pulse thundered in my ears. Nobody would hear me if I screamed. The path was completely deserted. Most people had already retired for the night. And even if someone heard… Would they believe a wereservant over a guard?

Scar spat out the mixture of blood and spittle. He was wearing tattered pants, his hands were chained up above his head. Blood and sweat trickled down his marks-ridden body. "So what do you stand to gain in all of this?" he drawled out. "Who said anything about gaining anything?" Luca asked, with a wicked smirk on his face. He was a soldier in the Carianno family, a big burly man towering high with rippled muscles and toned abs.

I felt every inch of his body against mine, hard muscle and bubbling rage wrapped in a suit. I should have fought, should have reminded him that he was paid to protect and not man handle me. But my thighs pressed together instead, hot liquid pooling out in between them with a shameful ache I couldn’t ignore. “Answer me,” He boomed. “No-o,” My voice came out as a cracked whisper. “No what?” He tightened the chain on my neck, until I could feel it bite into my skin. “No daddy.” The sound he made was a half laugh, a half scoff and I could feel the vibration against my spine. “That’s much better. Now spread your legs like the slut you are before I make a scene they’ll never forget.”

A soldier approached, young, maybe twenty, with a crossbow slung over his shoulder and burns covering half his neck. His eyes flicked between us, landing on me with barely concealed horror. "What... what happened out there? Where are the others?" Marcus didn't answer, he just kept walking while the soldier followed. "Marcus, I asked you a question. Gregor, Hale, the triplets, where are they?" "Not now, Davies." "Not now?" The soldier's voice rose. "We sent thirty-two warriors with you! You come back with this outsider and half your face burnt off, and you tell me to wait?"