Blinded In Chains Avenged Sevenfold Novels & Stories

Exhaustion washed over me, and I drifted off into a deep sleep. The next morning, I groggily opened my eyes to the blinding sunlight. But my senses immediately sharpened as I realized I was no longer free. I was chained to the tree, my wrists and ankles bound by silver chains that seared against my skin, causing me immense pain. "What the fuck??" I bellowed, trying to break free, but the chains held me tightly. Panic surged through me as I realized I had been kidnapped while I slept. The realization fueled my anger, and I shouted in defiance, "Who the fuck did this…. You will surely pay with your life..."

Gripped by a bone-chilling fear, I instinctively cried out, "Skyler, please help me! My eye hurts!" I kept calling out to him but didn't receive a response. Within moments, I was surrounded by flames. I thought I would die then and there. Fortunately, firefighters arrived at the last moment and pulled me out of the fire. … My vision was still mostly dark when I opened my eyes again. The doctor regretfully told me the glass shard had severely damaged my right eye, so I was now blind in that eye. As for my left eye, I had already suffered substantial vision loss due to a childhood illness. Because of this, the sight in that eye was very limited.

He snarled and said, "Eloise, don't push me. Apologize. Now." "I won't!" His expression darkened. "What did you say?" I shouted, "I said I did nothing wrong. Why should I apologize?" The words had barely left my mouth before his hand came down on my face again. The force of the slap sent me reeling, my body turning to the side. The vial in my hand slipped from my grasp, and the glass shattered as it hit the floor with a sharp crack.

I couldn't stop my tears as I saw how deep and nasty the cut looked. "S...Sarah," He said breathing heavily as his fatigued green eyes looked at me. "God! What did they do you?" I sobbed uncontrollably but my cries were falling on deaf ears. I so badly wanted to clean his cuts and bruises but these chains were making this difficult for me. "I told you..... I will destroy you." Draven said standing behind me as I heard the clinging of chains. The weight of chains lightning from my wrists as he unchained me. I quickly scrambled towards Falcon as I touched his face carefully.

The chamber was dimly lit, a harsh glow of bluish flame flickering against the cold stone walls. The air was thick with damp and the metallic tang of silver. Chains clinked and groaned as Alexandro was dragged inside by two cloaked figures. His body ached, not from the long journey or the ambush that caught him off guard, but from the silver that now bound him. It wrapped around his wrists, his ankles, even across his chest—an intricate pattern designed to weaken, suppress, and humiliate. It was not just a physical restraint; it was a declaration that his power meant nothing here.

He held a silver-tipped cane in his right hand, standing with a rigid, imposing posture that radiated pure power and absolute coldness. The quiet whispers of the high-society crowd buzzed in Avery's ears as she walked. "Poor girl, marrying a cripple..." "He used to be a genius, now he’s just a blind monster..." "I heard he’s ruthless. The accident made him completely mad..." Avery blocked them out, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Step by step, she forced her legs to move toward the altar. When she finally reached him, her hand was trembling violently.

Lyra POV I’m awakened by a hand on my arm, dragging me to my feet. “Get up!” a voice barks. “Get the blindfold on her, quick, before she fights back.” I don’t know who I’m dealing with. The voices are familiar, but before I can place them, a cloth is lowered over my eyes and cinched tightly at the back of my head. Cold metal is wrapped around my wrists. “Don’t even think about trying anything, bitch,” a voice hisses. “Those are iron chains. Your Moon Caster magic won’t work while you’re in iron.”

Seven chains descended from the darkness. Each one thicker than the castle towers. They stretched across the chamber toward a circular platform at the center. Six were broken. The shattered links lay across the black stone floor. The seventh remained. And behind it— white fire burned. Emmy couldn’t breathe. It didn’t move like ordinary flame. It curled upward in long ribbons, sometimes becoming wings. Sometimes claws. Sometimes faces. Hundreds of faces. Thousands. Then the amulet at Emmy’s throat blazed violet. The fire turned toward her.

“Show yourself—” The air fragmented. And another blow landed, unseen but immense driving him downward. His wings flared, fighting to catch the wind, but shadowy chains coiled around them, searing into his flesh. Every flap tore his muscles further, tendons snapping like threads. Still he fought against the pull, his light flaring one last time, bright enough to turn the desert white. The chains dragged him under. A whiff of breeze passed by him and he turned to see his elder brother falling at the same pace.

I spat, my voice sharp with defiance. Cole only chuckled. "Funny, you still have the nerve to talk back at me. One more act of defiance, and I’ll let all my fighters have you for entertainment." A violent shudder ran through me, my spine locking up at the mere thought of being forced into something so vile. But before I could dwell on the horror of his words, a low snarl caught my attention. The champion still stood in the field, his body bound by thick silver chains meant to restrain him. Even with his fresh wounds, I was stunned by his strength as he thrashed wildly, fighting off four guards who struggled to contain him.