Chained Soldier Nei Novels & Stories

The master key in his gloved right hand vibrated in perfect, high-frequency resonance, its long silver teeth humming like a swarm of hornets. Two feet from the pit's edge, Killian didn't look up at the vanguard soldier standing over him, nor did he look at Vane. His broad, scarred chest heaved under the weight of the frost-tempered chains, the iron links scraping against the stone with a harsh, metallic rattle as he forced his right hip to shift an inch backward. His dead left arm hung like a discarded anchor of grey slate, the split skin along his shoulder weeping a thick, dark icor that froze before it hit the marble.

Slumping against a boulder, I booted up the encrypted communicator to send out my final transmission. Then, I thought of so many people. I thought of the lonely streetlamp outside the orphanage, of the New Year when Nathan and I shared a single bowl of instant pasta, of him kneeling by my hospital bed and saying, "I only want you." I also thought of the view of his back as he carried Veronica out of the fire. In the end, I thought of my parents and of the words carved on their tombstone. "My body belongs to the nation, and my heart belongs to you."

“I wouldn’t move if I were you. The ground here is… particular about its guests.” Soldier Reyes, trained for threat assessment, instinctively took a half-step forward to get a better angle. The moment her foot touched a different patch of moss, her body seized. Her eyes flew open wide, pupils dilating in sheer terror. She saw something—a vision of herself being torn apart by shadowy claws, her screams silent in the vision’s void. She stumbled back with a choked gasp, falling to her knees. Elliot raised a hand, halting the others. He took one careful, deliberate step forward. “We come in peace. We mean you no harm.”

"Teri yeh adda ye behrukhi, Keh rahi hai humse aur pee, Ke sharaab peena seekha diya Mujhe.... Ek sharabi bana diya," (This apathy of yours is forcing me to drink more Has made me a drunkard That has taught me drinking wine) His bright smile wasn’t faltering. Whenever he would swerve his head to the beat, his blonde hair would set differently on his forehead. He got up from the ground and began circling the bonfire with Saad. Except Minahil and Zaviar, the whole crowd was chanting along with them. "Mast mast mast Sara jahaan mast Mast mast mast

He dared to think I was going to give him an easy death — a dream of a man. “Pull out his nails. If still he says no, then cut his legs. If still he says no, then cut his cock. Then gouge his eyes out, but never touch his mouth, just like he said, I need his mouth. Now let’s see how heavy his so-called loyalty can bear.” I raised my hand and hinted to my men. They grabbed him and placed him in front of me so that I could enjoy his miserable belief. I hated it when someone tried to over-cross me. My man gave me a chair and I sat in front of him.

Art on the walls that probably cost more than my house. And Damien, standing by the window, his back to me, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He didn't turn when I walked in. "You're early," he said. "I like that." "I'm not here for small talk," I said. My voice was steady, but my hands were trembling. I'd rehearsed this in the car. I'd practiced my lines until they felt like armor. But standing here, in his space, the armor felt thin. He turned. He was wearing a charcoal suit, no tie, the top button of his shirt undone. His eyes swept over me, assessing, calculating. Then he smiled. Not the cruel smile from before. Something softer. Almost curious.

They say in Unison, "You, have to give us the full permission to cross Then Orna says alone, "You cannot be full, to do what you are planning. You must break our chains. We will have an unbreakable truce with you as soon as we all have passed through fully. We will help fight your coming war. This I vow. None of the Red Earth residents will ever try to hurt you. They are sworn to you. We will die for you, and your family. To do what you are doing. Break our chains that bind you to our doors, and travel to the end and go through, and you will find what you seek. It will not be easy. It will test your true self. If you are balanced, you have nothing to fear. If you're not, then you will cause

he observes. “I sound cautious,” I snap. “Caution is fear dressed in pearls.” I end the call. The silence afterward presses too hard. I pour myself vodka. I don’t drink it. Instead, I stare at the surface, watching my reflection tremble. I did this for him. For his future. For the empire. For the Sokolov name. I tell myself that until it almost feels true. Somewhere out there, a girl floats through the world without memory, without armor, without knowing she was once loved like a war.

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.

"Tell me what you know!" The soldier groaned, his laughter subsiding into a grimace of pain. Blood trickled from his split lip as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes met mine, filled with defiance and malice. "You'll never get to Swiftclaw," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a failure, just like your father. And Swiftclaw will make you suffer, just as he did to him." My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of rage and sorrow intertwining within me. Memories of my father's demise flashed before my eyes, a painful reminder of the darkness that Swiftclaw embodied. The soldier's words stung, but I refused to let them weaken my resolve.