Freedom Broken Chains Novels & Stories

Chains were bolted around my wrists and neck, holding me like a prisoner. "Alex!" Eleanor cried, but when I risked a glimpse at her, she was gone. Fuck! How could I let this happen? I yanked my hands but the chains held me down. I tried again, but this time, I pulled with greater strength to break the damn chains off. Did they really think they can stop me by fettering me like a dog?!

________________ Emily gasped, forcing her hands up, clutching the icy grip at her throat. “No.” Her voice cracked, but it was louder than before. “You don’t own me. Not anymore.” She wrenched hard. The chains split with a metallic snap, light exploding outward, searing into the black. The shadow shrieked, retreating as the light spread, but the sound still carved into her bones. “You’ll never escape me!” Emily collapsed to her knees, trembling, tears streaking her face. But the chains were broken. The light remained. The dark was trembling.

"You used to be so bright and full of life. Over time, I got used to you, and the spark faded. Then Leticia appeared, and things spiraled out of control. "But I can't let go of all these years. Come back with me, and we'll start fresh. Please." I never imagined Ayden could be this shameless to say he saw a younger version of me in her. How dare he! Leticia stood still, wiping away her tears and slowly coming back to her senses. "What about our child? If you don't care about our child, I'll just jump from here." Leticia ran to the bridge and looked at the surging river below.

A small smile made its way onto my face as I plopped down beside him. He lifted his hand and patted my shoulder gently, the warmth from his palm seeping into my skin. My face fell as I looked around us, noticing we were still locked in a brick enclosure with no escape. “Cassius… Why don’t you hate me?” My voice came out smaller than I’d hoped, but I didn’t care. He wrapped an arm around me as far as the chains would allow. “Why would I hate you?” He tried to pull me into a hug but was restricted by the chain. I leaned in and enclosed my hands around the chain link, melting the iron to liquid. With a powerful tug, he pulled both of his arms up and stretched.

'HAPPY IS THE MAN WHO HAS BROKEN THE CHAINS WHICH HURT THE MIND AND HAS GIVEN UP WORRYING ONCE AND FOR ALL. Ovid

My muscles strained, and I could feel the tension building. The pain was intense, but I refused to give up. I focused all my energy on breaking free, imagining the chains snapping apart. My vision blurred slightly from the effort, but I kept going, pushing myself harder and harder. And then, something incredible happened. I felt the chains give way, just a little at first, but then more and more. My bare hands, against all odds, began to break the chains. I pulled harder, feeling a surge of strength and determination. The chains creaked and groaned, and finally, with a loud snap, they broke apart. I stumbled back, almost in disbelief, my hands still trembling from the effort.

A deafening boom ripped through the underground kingdom. The golden eyes vanished beneath a storm of silver light. The chains wrapped around something enormous. Something beyond imagination. The city trembled. The jailer stood motionless. Holding. Containing. Enduring. Then came a sound I never wanted to hear. A snap. One chain broke. The noise echoed like a thunderclap. Then another chain shattered. And another. And another. The prison was failing. The jailer's light brightened desperately. More chains appeared. Thousands more.

"Why help us?" "Because I'm done being my father's weapon. Done letting innocent people die because I'm too weak to stand up to him." The first chain falls away. Relief so intense it's painful. "And because you're right. Freya deserves better than what we've given her." The second chain comes off. Then the one around my throat. Finally my chest. Freedom. I can breathe without agony. Can move without screaming. But I'm weak. So weak. Days of silver torture have drained everything.

I prayed and continued pushing. My energy was being sapped by my power. I was getting weaker. It was as if my spirit was leaving my body behind. But, I couldn't stop now. I won't stop until I get out of here. With the remaining strength left within me, I let out a soft groan and pushed. Then, I heard a crack. A small part of the chain broke. I gasped and tried freeing myself from the shackles. The door flung open, making me pause. I heard footsteps coming closer to me.

Knowing that everyday, more people lost their lives— more babies, more children rendered inexistent, my heart broke. “I will kill you, Abasha!” I bawled as Abasha dropped the head of a mother and the head of two little Cubs, supposedly hers, from a sack. She smirked at me while I kept struggling to break free. I had bruised my wrists and they were bleeding as a result of my everyday and every time struggling to break free, but then I didn’t care. I didn’t care if I Freed myself at the expense of the chains cutting through my flesh. I eventually grew tired so I stopped fighting and bowed my head as my sweat and a few drops of tears poured to the ground.