Blinded In Chains Avenged Sevenfold Novels & Stories

Shadows peel back, afraid. My laugh stutters, catches, dies. The cavern groans as the pulse rolls on, leaving its mark in every stone, every link, every scar carved into me. Two flames once sundered are whole again. The words etch themselves into the walls, into the chains. They burn without fire. --- I bare my teeth. “No.” The shadows whisper back: Yes. I drag against the chains. They bite deeper, links sawing flesh, blood smoking black where it spills. I roar, louder than the chains, louder than the cavern, louder than the Council above.

That day left me blinded for life, it left me scarred and it left me to the event that changed my whole life around. Two years had gone by since I was left blinded by that hunter's trap. My parents didn't care when I came home, bumping into things, with blood on my face. Over the course of two years, I had healed but my sight was lost forever, it was during this time that I began to rely on my hearing and soon I adapted to the black void that would always be with me. It was also during this time that I began to hear my parents whisper things about the upcoming winter, getting rid of their mistake, and finally hoping that they'd be set free of it. Somehow I knew they were talking about me but

Pera woke to the cold bite of metal around her wrists. Her head throbbed from the dart, vision blurry as she blinked against dim fluorescent lights. She was chained to a heavy wooden chair in what looked like an abandoned warehouse basement damp concrete walls, distant dripping water, and the metallic scent of blood. The oversized shirt Marcus had given her was torn further, barely covering her breasts and leaving her cum-streaked thighs exposed. His dried seed still clung to her skin, a possessive reminder that clashed violently with her new reality.

Her hands don't budge and I assume the never-ending pain that I feel in my chest could only mean that is where I was shot. I feel myself slipping away again. My head becomes fuzzy and my surroundings edge with a blurry pitch dark silhouette. All I can see is the blue from Crayvin's eyes as he stares down at me. Those eyes I love so much are brimmed with so many emotions. Fear, worry, sorrow, misery.

And the world dissolved. Not into darkness—into red. A crimson filter bled across everything Damian saw, thick and pulsing like a heartbeat that wouldn't stop. The study vanished. The fire vanished. Nathan and Rowan and everything familiar—gone. He was somewhere else. Somewhere wrong. People hung upside down from the ceiling. Rows of them. Dozens. Their faces swollen with blood, their eyes glassy with pain that had gone beyond suffering into something else—something beyond. Chains bit into their ankles. Their arms dangled uselessly below them, fingers twitching with the last remnants of nerve impulses.

His eyes moved across the room and stopped at a sight that made his heart stop—Hazel. She was tied to a thick pole, her arms bound behind her, her head facing the ground. Blood ran down the side of her face, and she wasn’t moving at all. Fear gripped Draven like a small child. He tried to move forward, but he couldn’t. That’s when he felt it—cold metal biting into his skin. He looked down. Chains. But not normal ones. These were thick, blackened chains laced with silver and old runes. He knew them well. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, struggling hard. These were the same chains used in the werewolf prisons. Meant to hold even the strongest Alphas.

“Be gone.” Chains rose from the floor. Not iron. Light. They wrapped his wrists and his throat. He did not fight. He closed his eyes as if the first quiet of his life had finally entered the room. The chains tightened and the temple shook and the sound he made was the first howl of a thing that had not wanted to be a god. The vision shattered.

The chains yanked me back hard, but not before the thing’s claws raked across my side, tearing through skin, through soul. Pain exploded white-hot. And something inside me—snapped. The glow that had been simmering under my skin erupted, turning my vision into a blur of gold and silver fire. The chains hissed as cracks spiderwebbed across them, sparks leaping where celestial metal met something older, rawer, mine. I heard Kael shout my name. Heard the creatures screaming as if the air itself had become razors. And then I wasn’t shackled anymore. I was fury and starlight and wolvesong and ruin.

The only saving grace I have now is the fact that Abbadon used regular steel chains and not silver. He did a good job wrapping the chains around me, and even if I could shift, which I can’t, I won’t be able to break free. Everything hurts. Everything. Even my eyes hurt, and I have no idea why.

His body looked ghostly, his head was bowed and his shoulders were hunched as if it was weighed down by an invisible burden. “Aiden,” I called softly, my voice trembling. He didn’t respond. He remained still as if he hadn’t heard me at all. I took a step closer, and that’s when I saw the chains wrapped around his wrists, it was binding him to the ground. They glistened in the dim light, it was made of silver and something darker, something that seemed to absorb the air around them. “Aiden!” I called again, louder this time. He slightly lifted his head and turned in my direction, his eyes met mine, but they were empty, hollow, as if he was seeing me through a haze of fog.