Breaking The Chains Wow Novels & Stories

Power rushed through me, wild and controlled all at once, like a storm finally obeying its own name. I turned to Gabriel and Paxton. They were staring at me, stunned and breathless. I placed a hand on Gabriel’s wrist first. The chains shattered under my touch. Then Paxton’s, his chains broke with a violent crack, energy flaring bright before fading. “We shouldn't listen to them anymore,” I said. “We are not their prisoners who they should keep in cages. I want to go out there. I'm done being obedient.” Outside the chamber, the ground trembled. I felt it before I heard it—wolves gathering, pack after pack, drawn by something older than law or fear.

( WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! NOT SUITABLE FOR 17UNDER) I felt like I'm a slave under his caresses, his hot breath on my neck also didn't help. It brought some heat to my system. I'm not that dumb to not understand what's happening but maybe I'm so stupid because my body love what he's doing. He has a girlfriend, Cassandra. I kept saying it in my mind just so I could have the strength to stop everything that’s happening in my body but it was really treacherous.

If Malrik truly lost control once again… none of us would survive long enough to see another sunrise. I also couldn’t shake the fear off. Last night had been bizarre. The chains broke. They fucking snapped. The chains that had belonged to our forefathers, passed down to the brother who inherited the curse. They were stronger than anything I had ever known, forged with silver and the blue flame of an ancient dragon woven into every link. They had held for generations. And yet, they snapped right off the walls. A cold breeze swept past me, and my wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin. Hours passed, and then-

The coach continued, his voice cutting through my thoughts. "Yes, sir," I reply automatically. But I don't understand anything anymore. Three days ago, I thought I knew who I was, what I wanted. Now I'm sitting here letting them tear apart the girl I love to save my own skin. "Division rivalries are won and lost on unity," Ethan adds, his voice still raw. "One weak link destroys everything." The accusation hits its mark. I am the weak link. I'm the one who couldn't keep his hands off his best friend's sister.

Smoke looks down with a sad smile. “It’s not that simple, Aiden. I’m bound by wolfsbane. I’m weak.” “But we can break it together, You are a part of me that cannot be left behind, so I’m not getting out of here without you.’ “Alright. Let's Try.” I slowly sighed before tightening my grip on the chains around my wrists, It was so hot but I was smiling through the pain. Electricity coursed through us, and the sensing of a reconnection felt really like embers catching fire in the night. The chains started to glow, lines appeared on their surface, and, with one last push, they broke apart reducing into dust.

And I took advantage of her shock. Carie howled inside my head and shifted. Together with both of our strengths combined, the chains started to crack. The girl didn't stop. She started chanting the same words that bound me with those chains. I gasped as I felt Loid's mark burning on my neck. With a loud howl, I was able to break all those invisible magical chains.

Nyxios instructed, stepping back to observe. As Patrina struggled, the chains tightened incrementally, the runes glowing brighter. Heat spread from the metal to her skin, traveling up her arms and down through her core. She fought harder, panic rising in her throat. Suddenly she stopped as the sensation transformed into something altogether different. Warmth flowed over her, not painful but intensely pleasurable. Her resistance melted into a yearning that made her gasp. The chains loosened slightly, responding to her body's surrender even as her mind continued to rebel.

I was working the late shift for awhile but I was changed to mornings about seven months ago and that is when my life got interesting. The days were blending together with seeing the same people and doing nothing new until I started working breakfast and lunch at the diner. I first seen him a month after my schedule changed and I have seen him most days since. I know he belongs to the local mc by the vest he wears with their logo but I have never really spoken much to him. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life and I want nothing more than to speak to him but he says the bare minimum when he orders. I was lucky when I found out his name is Chains and I feel that fits this ma

Fighting. No, I said. The shadow tilted its head. No? I am not lost, I said. And neither are they. I pulled against the chains. They did not break. But the bond blazed. Four heartbeats. One purpose. The chains shattered. The shadow screamed. I grabbed the Kingslayer and drove it into the heart on the pedestal.

How am I going to be able to get him out of these damned chains. I suddenly had an idea. Reaching down to Bruno's pants, I tore out a large piece of it. I wrapped the torn piece of clothe around my hands before grabbing hold of the chains. It thrummed lightly beneath my touch but it didn't burn. "Little help here?" I silently called on my wolf to give me more strength to break the chains. "Got it." She grunted. I let out a strained cry as I finally began applying pressure to the chains in an attempt to break them. My hands slipped a little on the chains but I managed to hold on even tighter, tugging at them with the combined strength of I and my wolf.