Blinded In Chains Avenged Sevenfold Novels & Stories

In a matter of time, the people at the cafe broke into whispers and mumbling. "Oh my God!", Hannah whisper-yelled. " Aiden Walters is back!" I saw him exit Blossombee taking one last look at me. "Who is he?", I asked Hannah, digging into my pancakes again. She looked at me with a serious expression and spoke " He is bad news, Haven. Aiden Walters is a part of Chains and Smokes- one of the most dangerous gangs in this town. Nobody in this town dares to even cross paths with him. He has a temper and it got him into trouble so many times. He almost killed Ryder, a member of his rival group. Four months back, he fled somewhere for some unknown reason. Nobody knows where he went or why. Now that

Cedric unexpectedly chased after me and helped rebandage the wound on my arm. "Nicole, your eyes are fine, right? Can you stop being so upset now?" he said gently. "As long as your eyes are still okay, it's not a big deal, right? The doctor said it wouldn't have much of an impact. I just can't bear to see you become blind. Celine had constantly told me how painful a blind person's world was, and I was really starting to lose patience with it."

He cocked his head to the right with confusion in his eyes. "Is that all Thorn?" I coldly told him. I saw how his Adam's apple move as he gulped. He lessened the distance between the two of us again. At ang puso ko ay hindi kumakalma dahil rito. Napapikit ako at napakagat sa labi. Don't fucking give in Heina!

My soul is being ripped to shreds, I feel like I am dying a most excruciating death. My vision blurs, my soul continues being stripped. There’s a sudden howl coming from somewhere, and then my world goes completely dark.

Four musicians played on, their faces blank. When she didn’t step forward right away, Mavros smiled twisted while he raised his hands. Fire bloomed from his palms, racing up the arms of the chandelier above. The fixture ignited, candles lighting in dramatic succession, casting a shimmer of gold and blue across the floor. “Come to me,” Mavros commanded. Patrina set her stance. “No.” Pain knifed out instantly. Her muscles trembled, her knees nearly buckled. The collar’s magic crashed through her, bright and vengeful, worse for being expected.

“Then we show it we don’t fail.” The chains fell again, this time three in one, and of different angles. Two of them were stopped by Kieran, and the third struck directly at me. I didn’t flinch. The ember tore loose. I felt heat bursting out of my chest and down my arms and my hands and my voice with screaming. Fire burst out, not the red-gold of Kieran but blinding white through with veins of crimson. It struck the chain in full blast, and cut it, the links falling apart in sparks which flashed out before they struck the ground.

My vision went black almost instantly and I fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. When I woke up, the world was a blur of cold metal and the rhythmic sound of clanking as I rolled to my side. My head felt like it had been split open with an axe. “Fuck…” I groaned, struggling to get to my feet, but my limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. Suddenly, I froze. I felt a cold, biting weight around my hands. “What the—” The words died in my throat as I saw the heavy chains that bound me. They were thick, rusted, and pulsed with a strange, low hum that seemed to sap the very strength from my bones.

Trayaksh wished to give her the freedom which she was longing for since an eternity but only if he knew that the blurred lines of their past were still chaining them with the tragic thread of destruction which was bound to be the eternal truth of their story. And love between them was beyond impossible as his past sins had already broken the bonny fantasy which she once had woven inside her sterling heart. But here she was, still chained in the blurred and dark past. Chained inside those blurred yet tormenting nine years during which the darkness seeped inside the deepest of her parts making her hollow. Nothing was left for her except the blurred chains of past holding her down and captivati

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

Derek spluttered wide eyed as he backed away from Marc. “Oh… didn’t you know? My family are immune to silver, it’s a brilliant gene. Now...” He struck Derrek hard with the sole of his foot. Derek stumbled until he fell into the chair behind him. He yelped when his hands gripped the silver cuff attached to the arm. Quick as a flash, Marc had placed both the male’s wrists within the cuffs, locking them in place. The cuffs were just large enough that the silver didn’t bite unless he moved. Marc retrieved the bag and placed it on the cot. He tapped his chin as he took the items of torture from the bag, lining them neatly on the cot for Derrek to see.