Anarchy Chains Novels & Stories

The Ledger was divided into three primary categories: Financial Assets (The Leash): Hundreds of global financial institutions, detailed with hidden accounts, offshore shadow corporations, and proprietary algorithms used for market manipulation. This network alone controlled nearly 40% of the world's liquid capital, funneled and laundered through shell structures designed by Arthur Thorne decades ago.

began to develop "Fractal-Cracks." "Avery-Node... what... have... you... 'Unleashed'?" Elias Thorne’s voice crackled through the comms, now filled with a "Somatic-Panic" that was no longer "Audit-Grade." "We are 'Changing'... the 'Ledger' is... 'Dissolving'..."

And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2

The high-level interface was tearing through his cognition, and he was physically manifesting the strain—a vein on his temple pulsed with a steady, syncopated rhythm. "Don't give me a command right now, Anji," Arga snapped, his eyes darting across a sea of flickering cascading green code. "The logistical backbone is having an aneurysm. I’ve got data packets hemorrhaging. Transactions for physical commodities—shipping containers, raw ores, energy reserves—are routing through nodes that shouldn't even exist. I'm seeing movement, but there’s no ledger entries for the authorization." Anji stepped toward the console, the floor vibrating beneath his feet. "Whose authorization?"

The words landed hard, like a punch to the gut. Executioner. The man who took down Broken Wolves executed orders swiftly, without hesitation. He was feared by most people around him. “No.” Eiren shook his head. “No, you can’t be” "The bond tells no lies." Kael stood up, then took a second key from his belt and used it to free Eiren's wrists. The chains fell, clanging loudly against the ground. you move with me." “My quarters.” Eiren’s stomach twisted. “I can’t. The elders said”

The crowd parted, making way for them. The uniformed federal agents walked straight over, looked at me, then at Declan. "We received a report that there's a spy here. Who made the report?" Declan raised his hand. "It's me! I'm reporting former military officer, Sierra Marks, for colluding with foreigners and corresponding with them! This child and the letters at my house are all evidence!" The federal agent frowned slightly and waved his hand. "Arrest them!"

Aranya meant everything to her. For a mother there's nothing which is beyond her child's happiness and Aarunya was an exception. She could do anything for her child, she would do anything for her child, for his happiness and for her freedom. She was willing to do anything in the past and she is still capable of breaking the cruel Chains of her destiny to give her son a future without the vengeful man who shattered and bruised her to such an extent.

So I lay back, my heart pounding, and let the anesthesia carry me away. But when I woke up… I wasn’t in a hospital bed. I was on a cold floor. My wrists ached, and my legs felt too heavy to move. There was no blanket, no soft voice, no smell of medicine. Only chains. I was chained. Like an animal. Like a prisoner. And I didn’t know where I was—or why. Until I fully understand now.

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

The symbols burned white-hot under my palms, resisting, then shifting as my will forced itself into their syntax. “Bind me,” I snarled. “Not him.” The Gate convulsed. Kael screamed my name. The chains hesitated, shuddering as the system recalculated. The anchor groaned, light flickering erratically as new parameters slammed into place. Secondary axis substitution— Unverified. Dangerous. “Do it,” I hissed. “Or we all fall.” For a breathless, impossible moment, the Gate balanced on indecision. Then— The chains moved.