Brokenchains Stories

A voice for freedom, a cry against struggle, and a light of hope for better days ahead.

Zubulu Qian Trapped in a 'prison' since birth, given a chance to be set free, but has to fight in a Battle Royal-like cage fights, broadcasted all over the world, Can he overcome the odds and get a new life? Find out in this story *better prologue inside* #2016Wattys Fellow Wattpadians please vote this story into the Wattys And all the rights r reverted to moi so if you copy this story with out my permission I'll punch your face... IN THE FACE Cover photo made by blue_codex

They say that chains connect your soul to your body. But, could someone break those chains and take their souls?

A Halloween baby, all six of them. Yes. All born on October thirty first, Kilee Chains and BVB had been all taken by their families and into labs where their DNA has been rewritten. Andy has wings. Kilee has jaguar flexibility and grace. CC has hummingbird DNA. Everyone has something different. But is it enough to escape and survive? They want more. They want to LIVE.

In a small village where love is forbidden and judgment runs deep, a young man fights to reclaim his lost love and his own dignity. Haunted by betrayal, violence, and betrayal, he struggles with scars both seen and unseen. This is a raw, emotional journey of heartbreak, resilience, and the fight to break free from the chains of the past.

After the elf fell we rushed into the forest, green armor jangling. She was the first elf any Sriat had seen since... well, since Fia'lon. That catastrophe is branded into every Sriat's mind, young and old, as the day the elves came for the world. Our elders would always scare us with stories of towering elves wielding deadly bows and crackling magic, felling hundreds of us at a time. We escaped extinction by a hairsbreadth. The elves terrifying magic had mysteriously failed and we Sriat took the opportunity to kill every elf we could get our hands on. At least, that's what the elders told us... The others had thought it a fitting punishment for me. As the one who'd let her escape she's now my load to carry. Resentful and enraged I'd roughly thrown her still bleeding body onto my saddle, careful not to stain my own belongings. But now... I watch transfixed as the crackling purple energy works its way around the gaping wound in her leg, slowly knitting lean muscle fibers together and closing her silvery skin around the hole. My gaze then shifts to her face, covered in a poor attempt at camouflage. It does little to hide her strong brow, her angled cheekbones, and the slight pink of her lips. With her snow-white hair hanging long and tangled from the side of my horse, she looks more like a feral wolf than an elf. 'Where did this creature come from and why did she think we would welcome her? Doesn't she know what the elves have done?' ⍋ ⊹ ❂ ⊹ ⍋ ⍋ ⊹ ❂ ⊹ ⍋ Highest Rankings #12 2019 Winter Challenge 500 #32 High Fantasy #49 Elves ⍋ ⊹ ❂ ⊹ ⍋ ⍋ ⊹ ❂ ⊹ ⍋ Updates are on Saturdays.