Blinded In Chains Avenged Sevenfold Novels & Stories

And the last thing she saw—despite being blind, was her name glowing fiercely into the chains that held her wrists captive. The silence had not left, it had only changed its mask.

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

He was pushed into a black SUV then his hands were chaired to the driver’s seat in front. “Behave.” The man who chained him warned, his black eyes threatening before he moved away. He was accompanied by two men with the exception of the driver before they drove off. He was blind folded during the car ride. He couldn’t see a thing and he couldn’t hear a thing, the men didn’t utter a word. He could have talked, tried to draw information from them but he kept mute. Not out of fear but out of curiosity, he wanted to see for himself. The car came to a halt some forty minutes later. He heard the car doors open and felt the car go empty. The door to his side was soon opened and then he felt someone

Its bolts, coated in poison, can quickly fell even heavily armored foes. "Come forth challenges, for you will meet your end upon my chains, until we find the map's missing piece," Voicing out, Serene, as the Chainblader, cracks her knuckles, ready for whatever awaits us in the shadows as she pulls out her scalpel chain, a terrifying weapon that can eviscerate flesh with one swing. Its many blades glint menacingly in the torchlight. That hundreds of razor sharp links, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease, will render any enemy, obstacle, challenges and anything who gets too close into ragged pieces.

I lifted her chin as my tears began to flow. His eyes were so bloodshot as I catch it firm. I did not dare to speak. I reached his eyes as my hand were shaking in fear, while remembering everything. "I clearly remember you, Alforo…" my voice sound exhausted as I remembered how I lose my senses that day. I closed my eyes when darkness embraced me. And it made me blind. I don't know why I'm here. But my heart was in pain when I noticed something. A man smiling while I am sitting on the bench alone.

Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.” “Okay,” she whispered, biting her lip at the pinch of the collar pressing against her skin. “Carson Meyer is the person you are sold to. He has dark brown eyes, no specs, and straight jet-black hair. It’s short, though. And you already recognize their voices, if I’m not wrong, right?” Theo turned around, holding the blindfolds. “Yes, Theo,” she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal.

"There is no Silver Moon pack. It was destroyed." Gavin's face went ashen. "What?" The guard continued, his voice devoid of emotion. "Your pack was annihilated by the Bloodfangs. As for Sarah, she is imprisoned in an Alliance facility, dying from the backlash of her own dark magic. The infant, though tainted, survived. It was deemed a threat and is now contained in a high-security Alliance quarantine unit." Gavin stared blankly at the guards, the truth of his pathetic performance echoing in the silent hall.

Today was just the beginning. I lifted my arm to pull at the fabric wrapped around my head but was stopped by the chains being pulled tight. Instinctively, I tried to look around, but after a moment, I realized I couldn’t. It felt like my eyes were closed, but I couldn’t move them beneath my eyelids, and as I tried, I realized I couldn’t even feel those. “Oh, that fucking bitch!” I hissed, seething as I remembered Faith on top of me as my body convulsed from agony. She had grabbed the glass bottle and…

I shouted to Félix. I didn't use the Void-Blade to cut the light. I used the Seven-Fold Anchor. I took the frequencies we had integrated—the First King’s Regret, the Heart-Fire of the Winter, and the messy, chaotic Bloom—and I turned them into a Dissonance-Bomb. I grabbed Félix’s hand, and Nathaniel’s, and Arthur’s. We formed a "Chain of the Mortal." I didn't reach for the "Ideal" version of our story. I reached for the Mistakes.

White fire sank into my veins. It felt like claws tearing through bone. Like my blood had turned molten. I screamed—then something inside me snapped. The flames didn’t devour me. They bent. The chains writhed, their glow shifting from searing red to white-hot silver. Sigils blazed across my skin—lines I’d never seen before, patterns that pulsed with my heartbeat. Damian’s face drained of color. “Goddess save us,” he whispered. The chains stilled. Then, slowly, they recoiled—not from him. From me.