Chained Soldier Nei Novels & Stories

I shoot one after the other, on a rampage. He shakes his head vehemently. That bastard. How could he do this to his own son? I clench and unclench my fists. "When was this?" My heart accelerates to an erratic rhythm and it's as if he identifies the traitor before I do because it knows. It already knows the answer. The soldier grits his teeth. "10 or so years ago," he replies. My heart beats so loudly I'm afraid it will burst out of my chest, scared that every single man in this room will be able to hear it cry out. In victory, in defeat, in madness, and delight.

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.

Si Ning didn’t know Chen An could be capable of flattering him. When the wounded were taken to the camp with horse carriages. Si Ning told the Xilie wounded soldiers to behave or he would strip them naked and nail them on a display platform. A soldier among them told him he was bluffing and to show he was serious, the soldier was stripped naked by no other than the scarred face man which Si Ning later found out his name was Wei with no surname.

The young man kicked and punched his way out of the weakened orb, meeting eyes with Willie Lou soon as he broke free. The Union soldier examined his injuries then reached for his neck; the same location Terrance spotted the bite mark. Terrance asked. "What's your name soldier?" An expression of bewilderment rested on his face as he answered. "I'm Elmer."

The last thing I remembered was the doctor’s voice: You’ll sleep a little, and when you wake, the world will be waiting. Well, it was. But not the world I knew. The air was thick with mold and rot. The faint flicker of firelight slipped through a grated door across the room. Stone walls bled dampness. I could smell old blood, dried, and something more primal. My pulse kicked. “Hello?” I whispered. “Is someone there?” No response. Until I heard footsteps. Heavy boots echoed against stone. The door creaked open. A man stepped through—towering, broad, dressed in black leathers with a crimson sash and a silver emblem on his chest: a crescent moon coiled in serpents.

Inside, the room was dark except for one torch, and the walls were covered in marks from chains and rust. They pushed us farther inside and locked a chain around my wrists. The metal clicked loudly against the wall, and I tried not to flinch. Two soldiers locked a smaller chain around Eren’s wrists but kept it short enough for him to stay right beside me. The soldiers stepped back and the door slammed shut behind them. The sound echoed across the stone walls. Eren pressed himself against my side and breathed fast, and I wrapped my arm around him as much as the chain allowed. “I’m here,” I whispered. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The General saw his man and signaled him to step forward. “Chain her.” He said, and the soldier worked quickly in securing her wrists and ankles. The gold chains weighed her down. The soldier stood ramrod straight looking straight ahead waiting for his command. “ Wait for us by the door.” The soldier saluted him, turned and left the room. They were alone once more. He grabbed the chain links that held her wrists together. The motion made her falter and he steadied her movements. His perfectly chiseled face was inches away from hers and she felt anger bubbling up in her.

He sprung from his chair and quickly assembled a small unit of his best men. “These soldiers are the best in Stoneberry Keep. Use them well and lead us to victory. They may not have all your skills, but you can leave all logistic arrangements to them and focus on the more important priorities.” The four newly assembled soldiers knelt before Zen with their heads bowed and fists across their chests as they greeted him. Sir Rowan introduced them, but Zen couldn’t remember all their names. All the gamer could think of was the dread he felt knowing his personal NPC protection squad had increased to five. Venedict cracked his knuckles behind Zen and demanded to be given a task to accomplish.

Everyone got silent as a man she saw that Matt followed behind, he climbed up on the makeshift stage and gave a speech. “Thank you, everyone for coming tonight for this occasion. As all know the evening will start with promoting ranks of soldiers who earned and were selfless and courageous in the battlefield. Soldiers who worked long and hard to earn the positions that are now to be given to them as in acknowledge and approval for all their hard work and actions they have done to protect us and our country and their brothers on the field.