Novel & Cerita Black Chains Chapter 1

He barely acknowledged her as his attention remained on me, and after a moment, he finally handed me the book. “Chapter One,” he said. “The First Shift.” I tightened my fingers around the cover. “Chapter Two. The Beast Within.” My stomach twisted. “And Chapter Three,” he continued, his expression becoming even colder, “The Alpha Bloodline.” He released the book into my hands and stepped away. “Good luck, Princess.” He walked past us, deliberately brushing against Rigina’s shoulder this time before disappearing between the shelves. Rigina turned and watched him leave, then looked back at me. “I officially hate him.”

Dante’s obsidian arm let out a low, mourning chime as the flagship hit the first wave of the ocean, and the silver brain began to glow with a welcoming, terrifying light. (Watch out for Chapter 239) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Please Send Gifts

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 "𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡..."

To survive the man who destroyed my life. I close my eyes. I try to sleep. But all I can see is the red moon. All I can feel is the chain. I am a rogue. I am a survivor. I will find a way. I wait for the next person to open the door. I wait for the next battle. I am ready.

With the lives that will link from one person to another, shall HE say? “Let’s begin with the first chapter of this book.” With a snap from HIM that echoes and engulfs everything for a second into the darkness. The light of the tainted red blood moon is eminent into the hour and supposed to be the time of the early day. To the time that freezes, the people that are taken into a full stop from the disaster that they escape unto the nick of their hair. The surroundings and everything around that are tainted with the mix of black and red from the family line that drops within it. She is somehow frozen in place, back unto the wall, eyes that can see everything as she took the cloth out from the

This chapter contains the next 10 chapters of Born By Power Chaos And Apocalypse. (11-20) The next chapter will be about the sneak peaks of The Uprise Of Hell which is the second book in the Born By Power Series. CHAPTER 11 AN UNTOLD STORY The lights of an unfamiliar nature rolls over the sky, circumferentially meeting with the clouds as the rays of sunlight hit the wet hair on the wet sand of the shore of what seemed to be an empty beach. Rocks and rocks and rocks, sleeping by the side of the river as it moved in and out, washing the rocks and leaving behind an extra shine of smoothness. The eyes twinkled as the forehead crumbled up. The glare and warmth of the half beaming light in additio

The city felt different now, quieter in the dark hours of the night, like it was holding its breath, waiting for something. Maybe it was just me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we had crossed some invisible line. Once you step into the world of power, violence, and corruption like we had, there was no going back. The road ahead was unclear, and with every step we took, the stakes grew higher. We made our way through the narrow alley, shadows creeping around us like old enemies. Carter kept close, his hand never leaving mine. His grip was strong, but I could feel the tension beneath it, the unspoken fear that we were dangerously close to losing control.

Chapter 23: A Descent into Darkness The cavern walls trembled with a violent force, a massive crack splitting open at the base of the chamber. A swirling vortex of inky blackness pulsed within the tear, tendrils of darkness reaching out like grasping claws. From the vortex, shadowy figures emerged, their forms shifting and morphing, defying any attempt at recognition.

The sharp impact of metal against my temple sent a wave of darkness crashing over me. I barely registered the sensation of my body collapsing before everything faded to black. ●●●●●●● Pain was the first thing I registered. A dull, throbbing ache that spread from the back of my skull down to my spine. My body felt heavy, as if lead had replaced my blood. My arms ached, my wrists burning. I tried to move, but something cold and unyielding stopped me. Chains. I opened my eyes, blinking against the dim light. The room was dark, damp, and smelled of rust and old stone. My fingers twitched against the cold floor, but I could barely move. My wrists were bound above my head, chained to the wall like

Chains. Cold metal chains. Panic. I tried to open my eyes—and was in darkness. No. Head banging back and forth, fighting that denial. I struggled, my heart pounding, but the more I struggled, the deeper the chains bit into my skin. I barely breathed. The air was thick with blood and damp. Where was I? I enveloped myself in silence, listening hard. Distant dripping water. A torch burst into light, casting dim, ghostly shadows on the walls as it flickered down on one side.