Broken Chains Hands Novels & Stories

he breathed, “two…three!” I pushed my frame forward with all the strength I had left, and I felt it snap back when he pulled in the other direction. I strained forward, the chains groaning in disapproval until finally, the chains snapped. The links scattered across the floor like the shards of glasses from a broken bottle. I rubbed my entire arm where the chains had dug into before pushing off the ground to my feet. I stared around the dark room, there wasn’t really much light for me to see where Drew was.

Brielle abruptly interrupted her thoughts, lifting her hands as if to convey a message. Her wrists remained in chains, and although her hands were bruised and covered in blood, she continued to shake them, sending darts of intense pain throughout her entire body. Her wrists were raw, swollen, and red. Brielle had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from groaning in pain since the chains were chafing against them. She wasn't sure what to do, but the dream had been positive, so there was still hope. Even if it was just a dream, was she allowing her mind to run wild? Or was she being stupid?

“It’s annoying. It’s not like I did anything to you. This was only a test drive of what I can do.” Before I could respond, his hands moved to the chains around my wrists. For a second I thought he was tightening them. My body tensed instinctively. Instead, he gripped the metal links in one large hand. And pulled. The sound of metal snapping echoed sharply in the room. I stared at him in shock. The chain had broken cleanly and he didn't look like he broke a sweat breaking them apart. He did the same to the other wrist, the metal giving way under his strength as if it were nothing more than brittle wire. My skin stung where the broken pieces fell away.

He glanced at the silver cuffs. "The chains," he gritted out. "The Pack will track the silver's metallic scent. I have to break them." He shifted his hand, only his hand, into a massive, dark paw. Claws the length of my fingers extended. He slammed his hardened forearm against the chain. The sound was deafening. The chain snapped. The metallic link hit the ground with a soft tink. The intense pain from the shock was fleeting. The silver was still locked onto my wrists, but now, they were two separate shackles.

“I’m here. I’m here.” Her fingers moved fast. She checked the cuffs, the chains, and the blood on my wrists. She pulled a small bolt cutter from her thigh holster and worked quickly, snapping the links with precise, practiced movements. The chains fell away with a dull clang. My arms dropped, heavy and useless for a moment. Pins and needles raced through them as circulation returned.

My hand lifts— steady. Controlled. Reaching for the chains. “No emotion,” the figure warns. “I know.” “Because if you break now—” “I won’t.” I wrap my fingers around the first chain. Cold. Sharp. Alive. It pulses— testing— searching for a reaction. I give it nothing. Just control. Just precision. Just intent. “Now,” the figure says. I tighten my grip— ready to break it— ready to end this— and then— the entire structure shifts.

Chu Xun taunted. He was very much surprised himself. He did not expect and could not believe that the Firmament Chain would manifest itself just to save him. Crack! Webs of cracks, like the work of a spider, spread across the ivory hand with flakes of bone chipping away at being grounded by the withdrawing Chain. Suddenly, all five digits of the hand burst into splinters. Boom! The entire hand ultimately exploded into bits and the Chains fully retreated back into him. Bang! Bang...! The giant skeletal hand, which had been more than tens of meters long, had been crushed and destroyed.

Damn these chains. “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!”

And he was supposed to be a wolf, he didn't know how it could get better than that. He could scent the lingering scent of rain and wet grass, as it had rained earlier that day. His knees shook as he was kneeled on the ground with the chains holding both his hand to the wall. Suddenly, he heard a snapping noise. Looking towards his right hand that was chained, he saw that he had managed to rip one side of the chain into two. Fuck, he throught. That hasn't happened for a few years. These chains were of top quality induced with silver in them, it was used for torture mainly.

Melody said and went silent for a few seconds. " The chains are made from silver, that's why they are burning you." Melody explained and I sighed. "Can't you break them? Or at least reduce the pain?" I asked. " I would love to, but it's not possible. Your hands and legs are cuffed by them." Melody spoke. "Can't you break them and heal my hands?" "If only I could. But these are ancient chains. They are so powerful. I can't do anything with them." Melody said, her voice full of remorse.