Banter Chains Novels & Stories

I tugged on the chains again. “The chains are coated in wolf's bane. You won’t be able to break it. If you keep doing that, you will only end up burning your skin.” “You should have talked to Keiran!” I hissed at him. “He would have helped you.” Xan said nothing.

--- He walked across the room in three massive strides. Sera barely had time to react before he was looming over her — gigantic, hot, and potent. Valerio reached down and opened the box with a snap of the lid. Inside, resting against black velvet, was a collar. Black leather. Streamlined. One silver ring in the middle. Simple. Beautiful. Irrefutably possessive. Her knees turned to water. --- "No," Sera breathed, stepping back. "I'm not. I'm not some pet you can just—"

he started untangling her limbs from his body. “Wade, shall we see if the kingdom wide link works?” Wade nodded stiffly. “I’ve linked the patrol.” Marc muttered a thanks as he gave Klara a swift kiss on her forehead before getting to Wade. Wade put his hand on Marc’s shoulder, “Ready?” Both males took a breath before opening their channels, their eyes glazing, pushing to every wolf in the Kingdom “Intruder in Royal pack lands. Ensure he does not get to Silversmith land.” They closed the link and both swayed a little with the strength needed for the link. “Think it worked?” Wade asked, but as the last syllable came from his mouth, howls echoed around them, some sounded within their own pack b

I said, "Hmm. What do I get in return. If I keep it confidential?" "Don't worry, I've got just what you would like." I went to my room and got her a bottle of whiskey. "Wow! looks like a deal now. Nobody is gonna hear." She said opening the bottle and Mercury continued, turning the next page. "Batistar had all three anchors in his Madorina and each of the chains are about, three thousand fts in length. So, he and his men went to work, Separating each chain from it's anchor and adding it to the one anchor that would be kissing the Treasure Aqua's floor.

The tension between us was palpable as we made our way back to the cabin, the rain still lashing against the windows. Carter’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. I could feel his anger, his confusion, pulsing through the car like an electric current, but neither of us spoke. What Samuels had said kept playing over and over in my head: Langford’s just as much a part of this as Damien was.

Lexi asked, as we all instinctively huddled a little closer together to talk so the others wouldn't hear us. "Honestly, I'm not sure. I've never actually seen him use them before. Bane said that he only pulls them out when he's serious, but didn't say much of anything else about them when I asked. However, when he pulled them out, I thought they were odd because there wasn't a single scrap of leather on them. Even the straps that hold them across his palms are chains." I said, and both of them looked at me before we all just watched as the huge gate at the other end of the arena started slowly rising higher as it started to open.

Napatawa ako sa sinabi niya ang bumaba na ng sasakyan. Amber stopped in her tracks ng biglang may tumawag. She answered it at nanlaki ang mata. "Heina, I have to go! may issue sa isa sa mga branches ng cafe sa Mindoro. Magiging maayos ka lang ba rito?" sabi niya na natataranta. I nodded and smiled to assure her. She owns a chain of cafes throughout the country at isa ito sa top sa bansa. She examined me for the last time to be sure.

-Okay, am I the only one who found that playroom comparison a little unnecessary? “Unlike the ones you have that absorb a person's mana, these only restrict the flow of mana so your opponent can easily overlook that fact and lower their guard. That is if they even know what this is.” He said. “You place the chain on your opponent's wrist then hook these-,” he rubbed the shorter vertical chains between his thumbs. “ to this little latch here.” He demonstrated and to my surprise when the latch closed, its entire opening and closing mechanism disappeared, and then the little rings that formed the core of the chain pattern looked as though they were being shuffled.

He always got the cheap ones that tore when one would throw a piece of paper into it. "Well, let's see here… for the fourteen karat chain, it's twelve hundred. For the pendant, eight hundred, but if you get the set, I can do… uhhh, eighteen hundred." "Damn, ok…" Tony scratched his chin. "Do you have them in a different karat? And what's the stone?"

Their voices grew as King Guaya arrayed in royal battle gears, with no mask, bustled out from the front battalion. He was the ruler of the kingdom of Muzagah. He was the tallest of all of them, apart from the abnormal giants who guarded the prince. He was not sophisticatedly dressed in war attires like his rival, yet his chest was encased in a sort of poor quality brass-made breastplate which complimented the male skirt he wore which was made of lion skin. A white girdle tightened his waist. Feathers of all kinds were stuck to his crown. Five medallions, two amulets; one bronze pendant and chains dangled about his neck. He walked like a big elephant, stamping the earth with vigor, and trundl