Black Chains Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He said. “I have one but it’s already chapter one.” I said hesitantly. “Read it for me, please…” *Cataclysm Chapter 01 I'm walking on the hallway of the school to pay the books I need. Everyone is busy talking to their old friends, some for their newfound friends and what makes me agitated is it seems someone is following me and it seems someone is watching me every corner of the school. It makes me feel uneasy. ---

What is happening? Suddenly the bright sky was covered with black angry thundering clouds and Rain started to fall and I shifted on my feet, groaning softly as my clothes began to plater against my skin, momentarily distracting me from my panic. A low growl of an engine sounded followed by a sleek black car pulling up to the front of the packhouse. There was silence. No one moved, no one spoke, only thundering and lightning was heard before... . . . To be continued... . Please do tell me your views about the chapter in the reviews... . With Much Love... Elvira 🤍

I’m stronger than this, and I’ve survived a household where death is around every corner, and worse things with beady eyes and snarling teeth, wait in the shadows. When I first woke up, blackness greeted me. The blackness was so absolute, it took several minutes to figure out I wasn’t dead. The rattle of the chain when I tried to move helped. As I settled into the purist midnight black, a small spark that disappeared from my life years ago came roaring back. The spark called life.

Ronan shouted my name. But I was already moving. I lunged at Elena Ashford, my claws extending, my teeth bared. I didn't care about the consequences. I was going to kill her. END OF CHAPTER 10

So I railed everything in, and just enjoyed the feeling of her hand in mine. Did I just think in terms of relationship? Huh? Once inside, her head whipped around and I checked what got her attention. Some guy was walking in. He was tall, like really tall, like a head above mine tall. Hair so black it was nearly blue, dark eyes, and a don’t-mess-with-me expression on his face that seemed to be his default setting, or maybe he’s just eaten something that wasn’t fresh. A few people got out of the way. Actually, he didn’t have to waltz around people, they just parted for him. And then I heard someone close-by utter: “I was never told the bloody Hellhound was coming.” The Hellhound? Well, fuck!

I ignored it or even observed it. "Are you still there?" Sancha eyed me with so much curiosity. "Yes, at seven o'clock." Her almond eyes widened. I ignored that and just kept walking. I stared at our chemistry book. I flip the first page when I noticed Tyler arrogant face. I sparingly turned to him, but I soon removed him.

*** Nailo’s POV I slam into the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of me instantly. The cold, unyielding earth rises to meet me with an unforgiving force, jarring every nerve in my body. Before I can even register the pain, I’m tumbling, rolling down an embankment, the world spinning around me in a blur of dark shadows and cold, damp soil. Every bump, every jolt sends a shockwave of agony through my body, my mind screaming at me to stop, but there’s no stopping gravity. I have to keep going, have to fight through the disorientation, the pain. The wolfsbane is coursing through my veins, dragging me closer to unconsciousness with every passing moment, and I know—if I give in now, it’s ov

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One

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Her face was nothing but tight, translucent skin stretched over bone, and her eyes shimmered like the northern lights. “Where am I?” I asked, trying to straighten despite the weight of the chains. “Where your story ends, and ours begins,” she said as she stepped closer and ran an ice cold finger along my face, exactly over my scar. “Silas Blackthorn thought he could cheat us. He believed that giving us a broken human woman he had crushed by the roadside would be enough. But he did not know what I felt even then.” “What are you talking about?” My stomach clenched.