Broken Chains Hands Novels & Stories

She had already figured out how she was going to make her calculations. She took one strap and counted note by note. The three straps had the same amount, but when she went on the fourth one, it had three fewer notes. She paused, examining the strap, before counting again, but again it was three notes short. Ezra watched with a smile; the shock on her face was priceless. Sarah looked up at him. She grabbed another strap and found it to be normal. The sixth one had two notes missing, and from close inspection, she realized all the straps with missing notes were tempered with.

When it came, it echoed like a prayer gone wrong—raw, broken, and utterly human. “Wrong answer. Try again,” I said, already gripping the next finger. “Who's paying you?” Another scream tore out of the bastard's lungs as I yanked the second nail clean off. He thrashed, metal chains rattling hard against the anchor points. His right hand was a ruined mess—bloody, blistered, trembling. “You’re running out of fingers,” I muttered, flicking blood from the pliers. “And patience isn't something I’m known for.”

He didn’t lunge, or try to attack, but the tension in his body did not ease either. My gaze then dropped to the chains wrapped tightly around him, they were dark and had an unusual colour, which made me wonder what the chains were made from. I reached out to the chains, and the moment my fingers touched the metal, pain shot through my hand. I gasped sharply and instinctively pulled back. My skin stung immediately, it actually burned I noticed it slowly turned red “Lyra, stop!” Jonathan warned. “Those chains are dangerous” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t care.”

"She's my girlfriend." "No, I'm not. We broke up a long time ago." Yael, with a grin, eyed Caleb and could not help but notice the ring he was holding. "An HD ring? I remember at the auction, Mr. Brooks and I were both after the Heart of the Ocean. I knew I couldn't outbid him, but he stopped at three million dollars. Do you prefer this diamond ring?" Yael's words shocked me. Three million dollars for that necklace? Yael sure knew how to waste money.

“And maybe she needs more than your chains to feel it.” The corridors of the Alpha quarters were quiet, too quiet. Silver lay awake on her bed, staring at the carved ceiling beams, her chest tightening with every whisper that seemed to slither into her mind. At first, she thought it was just her imagination, her insecurities gnawing at her like they always did. A wolf without a wolf. A broken mate. A liability. But tonight, the whispers felt… alive. “You hear them too, don’t you?” she murmured to herself, curling her knees to her chest.

“I’ll tear him apart with my bare hands.” “You’re an idiot,” Coby shot back, his tone dripping with disdain. “Those chains are laced with wolfbane and silver. The more you fight, the more they’ll poison you. You’ll be dead before you even get the chance to see Ross.” I gritted my teeth, the burning sensation in my wrists intensifying with every movement. He was right, damn him. The chains were designed to weaken us, to keep us docile. But docile wasn’t in my nature. Not when my family was in danger.

The pain from the chains wrapped around my wrists was unbearable this time, each if its link was digging into my skin, pulling tight with every movement my hands made. The blood that had pooled in my palms was a constant reminder of how helpless I felt these days. How weak I was and had always been. I had wished for so long that I could break free from this chain, like I had done before, when the chains snapped and I was able to attack this silly Rochelle. I could have torn Rochelle apart just like before.

Despite the hormonal mood swings, I’ve been very emotional for no reason-crying at every little thing. Well, no more. I wiped away my tears and stepped back to look at the situation. My hands still had the burns from the silver chains. However, the light touched my hands, and they instantly healed. “Zira, hurry,” Nina growled as she strained against the chains. I can do this. “I’m going to do this.” I took a few deep breaths to hype myself up before pulling at the chains wrapped around Nina. The light touched my hands, trying to keep the pain at bay. I didn’t let go, just pulling harder until the chains broke away. I fell back, trying to control my breathing.

She must get away before Gryphon got lured here. Keeping her cries to herself, she forced her left hand out of the chains with great difficulty. Her skin grew red and bruised, and her thumb even lost sensation from the potential break from the joint. However, she managed to slowly free her hands without making a sound that was too loud for Mathias to notice.

Rebecca froze where she was, hoping no one saw her walk in with the guy who had just alarmed everyone. After everyone settled again, she looked up at the crowed. Finally, Hunter thought. “Shackles.” Rebecca began. “Shackles and chains holding me down. They are tight and burn around my wrists. Oh God, they burn so much. I know where the keys are, but I can't reach them. These chains are short and prevent me from moving immoderately. Don't pity me, no. I'm used to the rough grinding sound they make when I tilt, I'm used to carrying their load on my wrists.”