Blinded In Chains Avenged Sevenfold Novels & Stories

FLAMES devoured the world. No—it devoured me. The heat bit at my skin, burned my lungs, and made my very bones ache as though they had been wrapped in molten rock. Smoke curled thick in the air, choking my breath, and above me, the heavens wept. Rain fell in great torrents, drowning the earth in sorrow. Yet the fire did not die.

Enzo’s fangs sank deep into Malrik’s shoulder, tearing through flesh. Malrik screamed, his voice shaking the chamber. But instead of retreating, he clutched Enzo’s throat with one hand, chanting rapidly. Black chains materialized, slithering like serpents from the ground. Enzo tore away, but the chains were faster. They coiled around his limbs, snapping tight with crushing strength. He fought, muscles bulging as he tried to break free, but each chain burned with cursed power, searing his skin, weakening his force.

Broken Chains The silver cuffs around Marcus’s wrists popped open like ice cracking on a winter pond, just like that, no warning, no ceremony. Holy energy, rolling up from the guts of the castle, fried the corrupted metal and sizzled away the poison tubes jammed into his arms. Steam hissed, chains hit the ground with a sparkly little crash, and suddenly he was free.

“And every thread is rigged to burn.” In a darkened chapel somewhere in southern Spain, Ciro stood beneath a shattered stained-glass window, Cristiano at his side. “Let the world believe Isolde orchestrated it all,” Ciro murmured. “As long as they’re chasing her, we build in silence.” Cristiano’s smile was a quiet blade. “And when they stop chasing?” Ciro’s voice was cold steel. “We set fire to the ashes.”

But he held me and stroked my hair. "You won't lose me." He assured me, and I hugged him tighter. While I wept, the vision plagued the eyes of my mind. He was sitting on that damn throne. This time I got closer and saw that he and Sam were both in chains, and the chains were tethered to the darkness behind Sam. I looked at where the chains holding them led to, and it led to pure darkness. It was absolute nothingness. I tried to move closer, but I could not leave that spot because It was a vision, and I was hugging my husband while having it. The chains began to burn at the sight of light, but the darkness engulfed the light again. The moment the light was gone, the chain repaired itself wher

I immediately made a mad dash for the operating room, but Connor was still in surgery. Zachary walked up to me and questioned in a choked voice, "Is he the reason you won't forgive me?" The immense pressure I felt—and the sheer repulsion I had for Zachary—made me blow up at him. Whipping around, I struck him hard across the face. My eyes were red with rage as I screamed, "Why should I forgive you, Zachary? I gave you a total of seven chances over the years, but have you ever paid any attention to me?

Amelie’s POV I was still unable to see much of anything around me. I couldn't see anything for that matter. The blindfold around my eyes was there, tightened. The leather cuffs circled my wrists like a mockery of freedom. Softer than the ropes. Almost gentle. But they were chains all the same. Chains I hadn’t fought Or tried to get out of. Chains I’d been given. The room was too quiet now. No more ragged breathing. No more cruel touches.

The city felt different now, quieter in the dark hours of the night, like it was holding its breath, waiting for something. Maybe it was just me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we had crossed some invisible line. Once you step into the world of power, violence, and corruption like we had, there was no going back. The road ahead was unclear, and with every step we took, the stakes grew higher. We made our way through the narrow alley, shadows creeping around us like old enemies. Carter kept close, his hand never leaving mine. His grip was strong, but I could feel the tension beneath it, the unspoken fear that we were dangerously close to losing control.

Twiddle dumb held me down for good measure, while twiddle dee injected me with a clear fluid, which I suspected to be wolfsbane. I struggled, but I was chained and in pain, and with every move I made the chains shifted, getting access to new skin to burn. All of a sudden everywhere started to get foggy, my eyelids were too heavy for me and I could barely keep my eyes open. I struggled to be in control, I couldn’t let these hunters take me. I tried to fight the urge to shut my eyes and embrace the darkness. I needed to be strong. For my parents. For my pack.

But why? (He can keep the throne. I'll take everything else away from him) I can't believe he fooled me into believing he was the good brother. I wish I'd stuck all the iolites Iridessa gave me in his back. She slipped them to me earlier and told me their effect on Lycans. They don't hurt them but they slow down their healing process. Yesterday when that crazy woman was strangling me, I got my memory back. I think the lack of air in my brain somehow unlocked them but this time, they were in the correct order. Camden kept forcing me to forget and when I refused, he mixed everything up. So that I didn't know which memory came first. If it wasn't for Iridessa who locked them away, I don't know