Breaking The Chains Wow Novels & Stories

I bucked against his hand, desperate for more. "Yes...yes!." He moaned again, his mouth still on my breast. He sucked harder, his fingers working faster. I could feel myself building, the pressure coiling tight in my belly. "Ahhhhh" I gasped. "Don't stop.." He didn't. He kept going, his fingers relentless, his mouth driving me insane. I shattered around his fingers, my body convulsing, a cry tearing from my throat. He pulled his fingers out. He licked them clean, his eyes dark and hungry.

“Fuck you, Zeus! Do you hear me? and fuck these mother fucking chains!” I didn’t have to try hard. Once I took the chains in my hands they snapped. Almost like they couldn’t take anymore, they broke, and fell to the sides of my soulless body. Like Drake, my body disintegrated into dust and drifted away with the air. “Well… that image will remain in my head forever more. Damn!”

CAUTION: THERE WOULD BE VIOLENT SCENES IN THE FOLLOWING CHAPTERS; PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. THANE. I could do it; I knew I could break through the chains. Rage is one powerful thing. I pulled hard, and the chains broke off. I ripped out the pipes that had been used to pass the fluids into my bloodstream, and I staggered to my feet.

His face was full of anger. However, the thin black chains, like some Immortal-Binding Ropes, completely trapped him. Even the Feather Emperor had stunning strength, he could not break free. Moreover, the more he struggled, the tighter the black chains tightened. In the blink of an eye, a few of his wings were broken. These black chains of the dark power were indeed terrifying. "Is this trash your companion?"

A vow in silence. No matter what blood was spilled. No matter how dark the road got. They would travel it together. As king and queen. Bound by fire. Bound by chains. Bound by love. Forever.

They sang. Every corner of the realm shimmered with rebirth. Emily was not just a queen. She was a revolution wearing a crown. They brought Dama with them, holding his little hands in theirs as he toddled between them. The boy was growing quickly — bright-eyed and curious, asking questions about everything he saw. “Why do we burn the chains, Mama?” he asked one morning, his voice high and clear. Emily knelt down and brushed a lock of hair from his face. “Because chains should never touch the skin of the innocent. We burn them so they can never hurt anyone again.”

I told him gently. He moved close immediately. His cheeks were still wet and he held my arm with both hands like he didn’t want to let go. “I’m okay,” I said, lifting my wrists, “we just need to break these.” I pulled once and the chains didn’t move. I pulled again, harder, and sparks of gold ran through my skin. Eren stepped back because the metal started heating up. I tightened my grip on the chains and pushed, and a loud crack echoed through the dungeon as the metal snapped away from the wall.

I needed to deal with them, I needed to deal with the ballisters for what they did. I needed to have their head on a silver platter. How dare they!? How dare they!!!? “Urghhhh!” I yelled, Pulling at the chains to break them. If they were normal chains, it would have snapped by now but by the force with which it was resisting, I could easily tell that it was Titanium chain. No amount of Pulling would free me but I had to try. “Boss, Be careful, you'll hurt yourself!” I heard Allistair's Voice.

In a matter of time, the people at the cafe broke into whispers and mumbling. "Oh my God!", Hannah whisper-yelled. " Aiden Walters is back!" I saw him exit Blossombee taking one last look at me. "Who is he?", I asked Hannah, digging into my pancakes again. She looked at me with a serious expression and spoke " He is bad news, Haven. Aiden Walters is a part of Chains and Smokes- one of the most dangerous gangs in this town. Nobody in this town dares to even cross paths with him. He has a temper and it got him into trouble so many times. He almost killed Ryder, a member of his rival group. Four months back, he fled somewhere for some unknown reason. Nobody knows where he went or why. Now that

The wolfsbane is a cruel enemy, relentless and unyielding, its poison tearing through me like molten lava. I stumble forward, each step a battle against the weight dragging me down. My legs feel like lead, my head pounding with a fog that threatens to consume me. My thoughts are scattered, like leaves in the wind, but one word surfaces through the chaos: The thought is like a lifeline, a fragile thread holding me together in the storm raging inside me. Hematite can ward off the effects of wolfsbane. That single fact is the only thing keeping me from collapsing where I stand.