Freedom Broken Chains Novels & Stories

He trembled as he slowly rose. "Very well," he whispered, his voice barely audible, like a sigh. The Silvermoon and Blackrock packs had gathered within the temple. I stood before the statue of the Moon Goddess, voice echoing across the sacred hall. "On this holy night of the Blood Moon, I have three announcements for the packs. First, Damian, I, Eva Lopez, deliver your judgment." A hush fell over the temple. Damian's eyes were vacant, his body drained of all life. I studied his hollow face and uttered deliberately, "For the sake of power, you betrayed the Blood Moon vow. You forcibly broke your mate bond with Chloe, provoked a war, and shed the blood of your people.

“When you are ready to break your chain, you know where to find me. The happiness you are searching for is within reach. You just need to figure out what soldered your links, and figure out the best way to open each one of them. Only then will that ‘unbreakable’ chain that’s keeping you hostage turn to dust.” She shut my door and walked away, leaving my heart racing as I thought about what she said. I didn’t need her help, or anyone else’s for that matter, to know what held my chain together. I had always known. The thing that had soldered my chain together was the very person that should be the one breaking all of my chains. Or at least she would be in a perfect world. I sighed as I looked

The pain is indescribable. But I don't stop. Hours pass. Maybe days. I pull and pull and pull. And then I hear it. A crack. Small. Almost imperceptible. But there. The chain on my right wrist is weakening. Hope surges through me. I pull harder. Ignoring the pain. Ignoring the burning. Ignoring everything except the need to break free. Another crack. Louder this time. The chain is breaking. Just a little more. Just a little longer.

" There is deadly silence as few had tears in their eyes. No one knew of their previous Queens struggles,but now they knew. It was no different than any other women's. "I am happy I didn't listen to her...... I am happy that I broke the chains.......the chain that kept us women tied in a prison of hell which we ourselves aren't aware of. The prison of servitude...the prison of submition." "It's a chain....a mother teaches her daughter....and then to her granddaughter.....a vicious cycle of pain and sufferings." "That now stands broken." She cleans her her tears, taking a deep breath.

“Fine, we should be quick.” They walk away, and the heavy door slams shut. I wait and listen for any presence, and after minutes I open my eyes. With all the strength I can muster, I pull at the chains so hard as I begin to finally transform; the chains holding my arms up break, and I fall. I release my legs just as the sound of voices nears. The door opens before I can even hide. “Fuck, he broke the chains!” “I told you the bastard was feigning unconsciousness!”

In fact, it felt more like a freebie that came with purchasing the necklace. I threw the ring into the trash, just like how I threw my years of love and sincerity for Archer away. "I don't owe you anything anymore, Archer."

For a second, I thought— But then he exhaled, voice barely above a murmur. “It’s not the right time, Lila.” And then the door slammed shut. I stood there, breathless, shaking. The air in my lungs turned thick that I had to force air up my lungs. My hands trembled, aching with the need to do something—to break, to hit, to run. But there was nowhere to go. No one coming to help. I sank back onto the bed, curling my fingers into the sheets as I let the silence swallowed me whole.

Inside, we found dozens of people, men, women, and children—huddled together in chains. Anger flared in me as I saw their condition. “These chains come off now,” I ordered. Lyra stepped forward, her touch gentle as she helped free a young girl. The others followed suit, and soon, the room was filled with the sound of chains falling to the ground. “From today,” I said, my voice steady, “you are free. No one owns you anymore.” The freed captives looked at us with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. One woman, holding her child close, began to weep. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

I had been at it for what felt like hours, sweat coating every surface of my skin as I weakened the chains by heating them up. “Argh!” I screamed as I started to push my hands and legs against the chains to break through as the chains were now weakened. The heat on the metal burned my skin, but that was the last thing I cared about. I gasped when the chain on my right hand broke free, and that was all the motivation I needed to keep going until both of my hands and my feet were free. There were red patches on my wrists and my ankles from the heat and the chains, but it didn’t matter to me as I used the wind I got from the window to push open the door.

He'd always had a strict rule that once his trust was broken, there was no going back. I crossed my arms and spoke softly, almost casually. "Preston, I understand that you have a strong sense of ego. I understand why you're acting like this. Even if you don't have any feelings left for me, it must be hard for you to accept hearing the word 'breakup' from my mouth." I leaned back in my seat and added,