Blinded In Chains Avenged Sevenfold Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a deafening roar split the sky. Several armed police helicopters thundered overhead. Their blinding white searchlights enveloped the highway, lighting up the darkness like it was broad daylight.

So I lay back, my heart pounding, and let the anesthesia carry me away. But when I woke up… I wasn’t in a hospital bed. I was on a cold floor. My wrists ached, and my legs felt too heavy to move. There was no blanket, no soft voice, no smell of medicine. Only chains. I was chained. Like an animal. Like a prisoner. And I didn’t know where I was—or why. Until I fully understand now.

The shouts of merriment, jolly, and the impending coition that was sure to spring up between the courtesans and male invites coming from the floor above her were also zoned out as she sunk into reminiscence of her saddening fate. After a few minutes of sitting quietly with her eyes closed, a shimmer of light seeped through her thin eyelids, forcing her eyes open. As her eyelids fluttered open, the rays from the bright moon shone down on her through the only space in the dungeon, acting as a window. She looked around and saw her comrades had scampered off, leaving behind an empty, flat, rusted silverware. It was time for her to take action. She looked down at her first obstacle—the chains bin

There were no stars, no moon, no light up above. The blackness looked like I felt, empty and alone. With a stranger’s fingers clutched onto mine we followed the sounds of wolves baying to a lonely sky, their cries anguished, scared. They need their Alpha. Letting go of Nicolai’s hand, I grabbed my dagger from my belt, wiped away the tears that ran down my face, and took the lead. “Stay behind me.” I said sternly, “We don’t know how many are out there.”

I rip it open, silver chains clinking inside like a horrible promise . He sees them and thrashes harder. “No… don’t… please… ” “I’m sorry,” I whisper, voice breaking as I loop the first chain around his left wrist . The silver burns his skin instantly, smoke curling up. He screams, back arching off the floor . Golden sparks explode where metal meets flesh and shoot straight into my own arm like I’m the one chained . “Stop!” he roars, eyes wild crimson. “You’re hurting yourself !” “Better than letting you loose on the world,” I grit out, wrestling his other wrist down. My hands shake so bad the chain rattles loud enough to wake the dead . “Hold still, damn it!”

They would not have chained him if he was dead, so I relaxed a little bit and moved over to him. “Noah,” I whispered, but he didn’t respond at all. And it looked like they had beaten him up. “Noah, my sweet brother. Wake up.” I whisper again and gasp when I accidentally touch a chain, and it burns me. I looked closely at the chain, and it wasn’t silver, but then I smelled the scent. They had laced the chains in wolfsbane. I looked around and found a piece of cloth and covered my hands in it, trying to pull at the chain. But it didn’t work, my strength was badly weakened and it did take much before the wolfsbane got through the cloth.

Rainair’s worst day was not the one she woke up blind, but the moment she’d realized she had married a monster. Machines hummed and clicked, their cadence echoing off the walls in time with her heartbeat. Her face felt swollen, and every one of her limbs was numb. The pain that radiated up her spine was like a familiar old friend that frequently called, only its presence was not as comforting. The sharp scent of alcohol and bleach confirmed she had landed back in the hospital for the fifth time in as many months. Each time earned her more severe injuries. Cliff would kill her eventually. She had to leave him for good, but her every attempt left a wake of destruction.

Some edged towards the exit, but their way out was blocked as more Reapers poured into the room. The drill was twice my height. On its side, I spotted silhouettes barely visible through a foggy glass door. It wasn’t just a drill—it was a transportation vessel, wide enough to contain ten men. I kicked off the ground and flew above the crowd. More drills bore up through the floor, which now looked as though it had been struck by an earthquake. Men in armor charged out of the drills, their heads fully covered by helmets with crosses painted on them. They moved with surprising agility, wielding strange firearms and long, buzzing blades. At the time, I did not know what to call them, but I now kn

Four figures are chained upright against the stone, their wrists and ankles bound in thick silver that glints under the pale glow. “What the—” The brothers are bound to the wall in silver chains. Their wrists and ankles are locked in place, their bodies held upright by restraints that gleam under the light. The metal has burned into their skin where it touches, and even from here I can see the damage it has done. “Oh my God…!” I whisper.

Malachi, struggling against his chains, shouted, "It's trying to sever our connection, to isolate us!" Liora, her form flickering against the force of the chains, cried, "Stay united! Remember our bond! It's stronger than any darkness!" As the chains tightened, drawing the guardians closer to the abyss, Elysia's glow became almost blinding. The melody she hummed reached a crescendo, culminating in a singular, powerful note that echoed throughout the Dreamweaver. And just as suddenly, everything went still.