Blinded In Chains Avenged Sevenfold Novels & Stories

"Declan, your plan was clever. Switch my child, accuse me of being a spy, and clear Jane's name by making me take the fall." Declan's face instantly turned pale. "You're talking nonsense! You're framing me! It's clearly you who cheated on me and gave birth to a bastard! I'm your husband. Wouldn't I know better? "You gave birth to a bastard, and Jane had a normal baby! If you don't believe me, ask Dr. Lloyd!" Declan argued loudly, and even the officers seemed hesitant. I sneered and let him call over Albert, the doctor he had already bribed to operate on me. In my past life, he had also come forward to testify, saying he personally witnessed me giving birth to a mixed-race child.

This warehouse was where I kept my gun containers and I also used it to deal with unattended things, like tonight. I stopped the car in front of the warehouse. I got out and went inside. Gabriel had Arthur tied to a chair blindfolded. I wanted to get some answers out of him before I did anything too extreme. If he had been sent by anyone they would need to face punishment as well. No one would get away with hurting her. “Is he awake?” I asked. The anger was obvious in my voice. "Yes sir" Gabriel replied. I immediately ripped off the blindfold from his face and gave him a strong punch to the face, causing him to lose a tooth.

I feel as though my heart is being ripped apart, the pain inside so great that I can hardly breathe. My eyes blur with a wash of tears, and this time I let them fall. There's no one here to see, no one to judge. I bury my face into my hands, my shoulders shaking in silent sobs. How could he do this to me? After all I have given up for him, after all I have sacrificed? I hear the laughter carried on the air, the sound dragging me from my thoughts. I look up to see a passing group of friends, their faces alight with joy. The sight is a cruel reminder of all I have lost.

Later, I became a core member, helping the team with a huge breakthrough. A year passed by in the blink of an eye. I had almost completely forgotten about Sean, devoting all my time to my research. Finally, we developed a drug that could help blind people regain their eyesight. After a few months of testing, Charles called me and said, "Rachel, the patients that took part in the test all regained their eyesight." I broke down in tears when I heard what Charles had said. Michael Trent, one of my colleagues, came to comfort me.

“They say beneath Setvastl, beneath the roots and rivers, lies a prison not made of walls, but of chains. Chains forged not by men, but by blood drawn from the blind. Creatures were once bound there—not quite gods, not quite beasts. Rulers of a time before memory.” “Why blind blood?” I asked, my voice raspier than usual. “Because to see is to understand. And to blind the blood was to silence truth itself. That’s how the chains were made.” My heart beat faster. Not from fear. From... something else. I didn’t know what. “They were betrayed,” he added. “Not slain. They couldn’t be killed. So their own were forced to bind them beneath the earth. Chained by sightless sacrifice. Some say they slee

He was going to find out Nimue's plan. He just prayed that she was still alive but knowing Zephyr, the chances were slim. ************ Bellona's face was blistered and her eyelids swollen, nearly shut. Her black long hair fell to the front, covering her face as her head hanged forward. She was tied to an electric chair in the dungeon and she looked so worn out. Her cries came from deep within her chest, her throat was parched and her lips chapped. She tried to speak and her lips quivered but no sound came from her throat.

And choice was power. So he lied. He pressed his hand to the chains and whispered, “Fine. Take me. Leave him.” The Prisoner surged downward, shadows flooding the links, eager, triumphant. Its hunger wrapped his arm, racing toward his heart. And in that moment — Killian burned it. He didn’t bind. He didn’t accept. He seared. His blood erupted, shadows flaring white-hot, melting through the runes, scorching the links until they cracked. The chains shattered.

Chains of Shadow Rissa’s POV The scream tore out of me, raw and feral, echoing against the jagged walls of the ravine. It cut through the choking fog, born of rage and terror, yet it could not loosen the chain locked around my waist. The links sank deep, grinding against bone, each squeeze stealing the air from my lungs. Silver burned into my skin, leaving blood to trace hot lines beneath the ghost-light mist. The pain was sharp, but it was nothing compared to what I saw in front of me.

The chains overhead chimed softly, as if in mourning. “You abandoned your vision,” Sirelia said, her voice the chill of dawn. “So I gift you clarity.” The pain was sharp, excruciating, but it did not break him. When it passed, and Thalor finally rose, he could not see the chamber, nor Sirelia, nor the world at all. He was blind, sight scorched out by memory and power. But he was not broken. “I still choose her,” he rasped, the words a thread of defiance.

A loud roar erupted from my throat as black chains burst forth from the runes, aglow with red embers. I swung the chains forward and they coiled like snakes, impaling the first two men through the chest. I yanked both chains back, and their bodies were lashed across the cathedral, crashing into pillars with a wet crunch. The others screamed, keeping on with their charge. I spun around, thrusting one hand to the left and a cascade of chains burst forth from my hand, whipping across the air. One of the men raised his shield to block them, but the chains seared through it like butter and wrapped themselves around his neck. I pulled forward and his head flew off.