Blinded In Chains Avenged Sevenfold Novels & Stories

he groaned more and more Flinging his hands up and down trying to break free from the chain, but it was all in vain as the chain clamped his hands together His effort seemed to be not compare with what his hands were chained with. And the more frustrating thing about everything was that, no matter how hard he strained his eyes, everything was blank. He couldn't see anyone or where he was. Not even the chains used in clamping his hands together. Not even the clanging sound of the chains. But the only thing that seemed to be around was the pain he was feeling because of the chain, yet the chain seemed invisible but left him in pain. Making him groan more and more and in a deep voice filled wit

I'm fucking chained! My vision blurred as the pressure around my throat tightened. My ribs felt like they were cracking. Something sharp dragged across my back, slow and cruel. The vines squeezed harder, the chains cutting into my body as if they were alive too. But I roared and pulled with everything I had left. For a second, just a second, the chains snapped. I dropped to the ground, gasping, my lungs burning as the shadows shrieked without sound. I staggered back, ready to fight, ready to tear through whatever was real and whatever wasn’t. But the broken chains slithered like serpents.They wrapped around me again. Tighter. Colder.

I mumbled, stumbling forward as my vision became blurry and the world spun around me, till there was nothing but total darkness and eerie silence. …………………… .. The sharp smell of rot and mold, overwhelming my senses, stirred me awake. I blinked my eyes a few times trying to clear the haze in my vision as I took in my surroundings. I tried to move, but something cold and heavy bit into my wrist. CHAINS. But they weren't burning into my skin, which means they weren't made of silver, and it also means Alfredo didn't intend to kill me. Not yet.

The freed wolf’s head jerked up, ears flattening, a low growl vibrating from its chest. And then the chains came. Not iron, not steel, but shadows—vast, spectral chains that writhed out of the ground like serpents. They coiled through the air, each link etched with runes that burned violet. They didn’t just bind; they hungered, dragging the air down with them, suffocating, crushing. At their center stood Aravelle.

Of being completely, irrevocably owned. My room was dark, cold, the window fogged thick with frost patterns that looked like claw marks raking across the glass. I locked the door with trembling fingers and slid down it, knees drawn tight to my chest, forehead pressed hard against them as if sheer pressure could crush the aching want out of my body. It didn’t work. The ghost of the silver chains still bit into my wrists and ankles with phantom pressure; the black silk blindfold’s darkness still pressed behind my eyes, sharpening every filthy memory until I could replay them in perfect, agonizing detail.

Ezra's Jaw tensed up as his breathing ragged. "Take her away now!" Ezra yelled at the guards. "Stand Down!" Liam yelled and ordered the guards. The two guards froze, not sure who to obey between them. The two brothers were not to be disobeyed; they each had a way of making their wrath felt. The room became tense, with the two brothers sizing each other up. Sarah closed her eyes as the entire room began spinning. Before she knew it, she was already on the floor, and everything went dark. "Sarah!" Liam yelled.

The cold feeling of the floor against my body was the first thing I felt as I slowly opened my eyes. Everywhere was pitch dark, and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness finally. The floor was cold against my skin, and I tried to move; that was when I felt the cold feeling of chains against my skin. I was tied in a dungeon like a criminal. I could feel my anger rising again as memories of earlier started to hit me. My neck was still a bit sore from all the choking that demon had done, but knowing we were no longer mates made me happy. I rejected him and was ready to pay for whatever the consequences were.

The end is near. I can feel the wetness pooling beneath me, my own blood seeping into the cold, unforgiving ground. Javier didn’t even bother removing his chainmail tonight, and the sharp edges had torn into my flesh, leaving jagged gashes that bleed freely. But it’s Jared’s knife play that will be the death of me—he wasn’t playing, and his blades had been honed to perfection, each slice deliberate, each cut a final goodbye.

"It will burn you." I ignore him completely. I reach forward and grab his hands and yank them toward me, wrapping both of my palms around the chains before he can pull away again. The silver burns my hands the moment I grip the chains. I feel it light up my palms immediately, searing and insistent, and I do not let go. I do not even consider letting go. I keep try to free him from the chains and I breathe through the burning and I let it mean nothing because it is nothing compared to him sitting here in the dark bleeding and it is nothing compared to what I felt when the bond went silent and it is nothing, it is absolutely nothing, compared to the way he just said my name.

James suddenly grabbed her throat with shocking force. "You want to betray me too! You want to abandon me too!" Michelle struggled desperately, finding it harder and harder to breathe as everything began to blur. Survival instinct kicked in as she grabbed a sculpture from the table and smashed it against James's head. James grunted and collapsed to the floor. Michelle clutched her throat, coughing violently. Looking at James lying on the ground, there wasn't a trace of concern in her eyes—only disgust and contempt. "Look at yourself. Without your parents' protection, you're nothing but trash!