Chained Soldier Shikoku Novels & Stories

He was waiting for the opportune time to execute their maneuver, letting their pursuers think they were gaining till they were within optimum striking range of the longship’s kunikuzushi (country destroyer) cannons. “Steady as she goes, A-chan,” he looked over his shoulder and told the white Slayer, who was standing afore and maintaining her Teikiatsujutsu. “When I give the signal, give it everything you got while minding the turn.” “I got it!” Aki shouted in a cracking voice, betraying her anxiety. Sasha couldn’t help comparing her to the young Aki who broke into the Treasure Vault. That one was more at ease with danger.

She instantly closed her eye. With her right hand, she tried to clean the blood. A soldier tried to use the advantage. With his long sword, he rushed in. Mariko swiftly moved back, slipping on the blood. She fell. The soldier was above her with his sword held high. He stopped, tried to scream. There was no use. Inch by inch, the bloody tip of a sword appeared from his mouth. He fell to the ground. Mariko looked up. Inosuke stood above her, covered in blood from head to toe.

And grabbed one of the chains. The entire valley froze. The creature examined it briefly. Then squeezed. CRACK. One chain shattered. The sound echoed across the world. The chained warrior staggered. Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then another chain snapped. CRACK. Then another. CRACK. The hope vanished instantly. The creature wasn't struggling. It wasn't even trying. Then the chained warrior fell to one knee. For the first time. Defeated. The creature looked at him. Its expression softened.

“But you will be the last.” Before I could react, he nodded to his men. The taller one stepped forward, his hand outstretched as if to grab me again, but Carter was faster. He pulled me close, stepping between me and the thug, his body like a shield. His movements were swift, calculated, and with a precision that left no room for hesitation.

I turned pale when his erect manhood exposed in front of me. He smirked at my reaction. "Scared baby?" "I-it's freacking big," I commented. I'm not good at math but if I measure his weapon I can say it's almost 9inches. "I-it won't fit. I-I don't think my pearl can take it all," I continued. He's not just long, it's also fat. I don't know when I became a mathematician but I felt like he’s three fingers wide. He briefly laughed before slowly crawling over me. He kissed my neck then licked my chest, with that, the fire in my body started to flame again.

A deep, low rumble not spoken by his mouth, but by his wolf. The word wasn’t a sound. It was a command. Enough. The chain’s light changed. The runes shuddered; from beneath the stone, tiny cracks shot outward. The soldiers staggered back; Kian’s hand trembled. “What the hell—?” he shouted, but it was already too late. The light didn’t fade; it burst. For a heartbeat everything turned blue—sharp, cold blue like the sky before a storm. The chain snapped. Metal hit the floor with a hiss and went still.

Then I heard it. A click. Instinct screamed. I threw myself sideways just as a bolt flew past, embedding deep into the wall behind me. Before I could recover, the corridor flared with blinding light. Voices shouted. Heavy footsteps thundered. No. I whirled around. Three guards charged at me, weapons drawn. One of them hurled a stun chain—silver-laced and crackling with energy. I ducked and rolled, my training guiding me more than thought. My claws itched to emerge, my energy spiking—but I remembered what the priestess said. If I shifted too soon, I’d alert him.

" I moved into the Ashmoor formation The first soldier I reached was shifted and I went through him without slowing. The second had a spear and drove it at my chest and I took it across the left arm rather than the chest and the pain was significant and irrelevant and I drove the spear back into its owner and kept moving. The fifth one was huge. The largest Ashmoor soldier on the eastern road. Shifted to the halfway point the way I sometimes shifted. Bigger than a man. Faster than a full wolf. He came at me with the confidence of something that had used its size to end every

Xianliang noticed something and was horrified after getting a good look at him, noticing a very familiar crest. “Wearing that insignia proudly, huh. A Sagemaker. What is a member of that group doing here?” Xianliang said. Xianliang noticed a knife underneath his sleeve and Wencheng threw it at Kazuha. Ryosuke, who suddenly came out of nowhere then grabbed the knife with his bare hands. He turns his head towards her. “Shiratori-san, you okay?” “I’m fine. Thank you.” “Get out of the way or you’ll die.” The guy warns.

Lord Sten asked, wandering his eyes around to see fifty healthy warriors, riding in horses. “We hath come in caution for some robbers proliferated our way here. We come in peace and if thy wilt give us the permission, may we see the princess?” The two lords saw a black haired woman on her strange clothing spoke upon getting out the carriage. Dari bowed in respect before her as well as the other warriors most especially that the woman in blond joined the first woman. “I am Shima, the tribe physician.” She turned towards Chaerin. “This is our chief of the defense, Chaerin”