Freedom Broken Chains Novels & Stories

Isabella chanted, gathering the last of the strengths she still had in her and with the loudest scream to ever come from her lips, she threw her whole body at the wall. “Fuck!” Her head gnashed against the pillars but so did her wrists. She fell to the ground, wounded and battered by her hands. But by the time she reached the floor, alas, the chain broke apart. Her wrists were free. It was a realization that marveled her as she sat up. “I’m free” She echoed. Hearing her words, Kayla suddenly sat up. “I’m free!” Isa started the chant as she reached for the ones on her ankles. Someone with both her hands now in use, she was able to hold back the fastener as she slip her ankles from the metal.

United. I didn't break the chains. I transformed them. From control to choice. From slavery to freedom. The chains dissolved. Not severed. Redeemed. Cael collapsed. Free for the first time in three thousand years. "How did you—" "The First thought bonds were weapons. Tools." I helped him stand. "But bonds are choices. Relationships. Love. And love can't be chained. Only twisted. And what's twisted can be straightened." Cael laughed. Deep. Real. Joyful.

One born not from chains and whips… but from the very emotion she held sacred. She would break. They both would. And this time, I would make sure there was no piece left to pick up.

My heart raced, and I closed my eyes, trying to control the surge, trying to understand what was happening. But it was too much. Too fast. The energy inside me burst free, like a dam breaking under the weight of a roaring river. I cried out, the force shaking the bed, the walls, the very air around me. The chains trembled, then snapped. I fell forward, gasping, my hands free for the first time since Brian had left me. I stared at my wrists in disbelief, the iron shackles lying broken on the floor. I had done it. I had broken them again, no, not just broken them. I had ‘shattered’ them, as though they were made of glass.

CHAPTER 55 – BREAKING CHAINS Althea’s POV There are moments when you don’t hear the chains until they loosen. For years, I thought freedom would feel like relief. Like breathing after being underwater too long. Like a door swinging open. I was wrong. Freedom felt like fear. It came to me slowly, creeping in during the quiet hours of the night after Samantha’s threat, after Damian’s cold resolve, after Darius’s protective fury. It arrived when the noise finally faded and I was left alone with one unbearable truth:

Get to her. I yanked against the chains. They held. Of course they held. They had never failed before. The scream tore through me again. We must save her. Our mate. The beast’s voice slammed into my thoughts. Not a suggestion. A command. Impossible. “No,” I growled through gritted teeth. “Stop.” The chains creaked. Then they snapped. Metal links exploded across the room like shrapnel. I stared at my freed wrists in shock. Nothing had ever broken these chains. Nothing.

They had to have all gotten out. One of the shackles snapped off, weakened by Troi’s teeth. I rolled to my side, climbed up on my knees and began tugging at the other bracelet. Troi hadn’t had time to work on it and it was still solid and unyielding, so I gave up, turning my attention to the chain. I gave it a tug, giving myself a little bit of slack and then picked up a rock, smashing it down on one of the links. It finally broke and I was free, still wearing a silver bracelet but no longer attached to the damn bed.

My hands and feet were numb, I could feel something cold bonding them wide apart from each other. I tried pulling at it to see if I could break free, but it was unbreakable, whatever material used in making the chains was solid and someone like me wouldn't be able to break free that easily. What other ways should I break out of this hellhole I find myself being trapped in? I thought of screaming for help, but then again, who would help a slave that was being sold for a ridiculous amount?

It was possible. They could break it. They could— The beings screamed. Reality around Aria shattering. They were furious. Terrified. How dare the weapons fight back? How dare they— "You think you've won?" they roared. "You think breaking one chain matters? We own you. We designed you. We—made you. You are ours. Forever. Always. You cannot escape that. Cannot change that. Cannot—" "I already did." Aria poured everything into the chain. Every ounce of power. Every drop of love. Every—everything. The crack widened. Spread. The chain breaking. Slowly. Agonizingly. But—breaking. "I chose different. Chose my own path. Chose—freedom. You don't own me. Don't control me. Don't—have me. I'm mine. His.

Inch by agonizing inch, the chains loosened, and I could feel myself getting closer to freedom. Finally, with one last surge of power, I broke free from the chains that had bound me for what felt like an eternity. I fell to the ground, gasping for breath, my body aching from the ordeal. But the pain was nothing compared to the elation I felt at being free.