Broken Chains Hands Novels & Stories

“I’m breaking them. Stay with me. Don’t panic.” “I’m trying,” she sobbed. The silver light from my hands stretched forward like threads. They wrapped around the black chains carefully and gently, like fingers trying to untangle knots. The chains hissed. A sharp sound filled the air, like something burning. Pain flashed through my arms even though my arms were not flesh. I gasped but I did not stop. I pushed more power through. The chains fought back. They tightened around Sarah’s wrists. Sarah screamed. “No!” I cried. “Stop hurting her!”

Between pants, Noah breaks the chain with the bones of his right hand, then prepares to use his super strength to open the gates. I am transfixed to see that the longest bone, the one that grew directly into the focal point of the back of his left hand, is broken, splintered. And then I know, I realize what is hurting my better half. At a thousandth later I am pulling out my phone, I really want to call Martha ASAP. ///

I say with a whole lot of sass. Turning back to my brother I finally see that it was his hands that he got free. His ankles, however, are still attached to the chains on the walls. He looks almost ridiculous as he tries to remove the hammer from his chest while balancing on one hand connected to the floor. I take slow measured steps toward him as I whistle my song of the day. Let the torture begin…..

"Don’t” she shook her head, looking at him again, her mind is now starting to go haywire, even though she's only drank 5 glasses to be exact only a few small sips from each glass but she's already carried away with emotions like this “Don’t harm yourself because of me Nick …” her voice low and slowly but the shaky fingers of her free hand, cold as ice, felt in Nick hold hand, stiff as is something bad happened, ran through her silky blonde curls. Her mind felt trapped, as if it were being held hostage by the memories of the afternoon in campus, what to do, desperately searching for a solution on right what to say, but it failed to perform under the pressure in front of Nick, under the circum

Damien left with his little henchmen, my hands were chained, just wrapped around my wrist a few times, the problem would be the lock that ends up at my neck. Leo called me a fighter, I'm not a survivor. I won't sit down waiting for help, I'll help myself, if not for me then for Leo, he can't die with me ending up with Damien, I won't allow it. I tried to slip my hands away first, I have very thin and small hands making the whole maneuver possible, the chains bruised my hands and even left a few cuts but in just fifteen painful minutes my hands were out. I tried to keep my screams to a minimum hoping Damien wouldn't come back to check on me.

I clenched my teeth and bit down on my lips to hold the cry trying to escape from my mouth as I kept pulling at the chains. My hope began to rise as I heard a loud crack. The chains were beginning to come out of the wall. I pulled harder into my left hand finally pulled the chain out of the wall. Rubble and dust fell on me, some blinding my eye as the chain fell to the ground with a loud thud. I raised my left hand and placed it on the chain that still held my right hand, pulling hardly at it. My left palm hissed as it came in contact with the silver chain and I let out a small growl. I didn't want to attract any attention to me right now.

"I'm just another guy who has you in the palm of his hands." I lick my lips and push forward. The chains clang and my wrists burn. I yelp and he shakes his head.

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.”

The dungeon beneath the Moretti estate wasn’t used often—but when it was, the air grew thick with silence and steel. Cold stone walls kept secrets, and blood had once stained the same floor Enzo now knelt on. Chains clinked with every breath he took. His arms were strung above him, wrists rubbed raw. Days without sunlight had turned his skin a sickly hue, and his once-coiffed hair was matted with sweat. But what shook Valerio the most wasn’t Enzo’s appearance—it was the spark of defiance still burning in his eyes.

She had a mysterious look on her face, like she was about to say something important. My stomach knotted. I already knew that she was going to talk about the system binding. Sure enough, she started speaking with what looked like guilt, and her eyes even turned red. "Lauren, there's something I have to confess to you. Last night I accidentally bonded with a love system.