Broken Chains Hands Mga Nobela at Kwento

Run for your life before I lose control. His voice sounded in my head again, but before I could even sprint for the door, I was grabbed and slammed across the tanks, and it was only then I realized the chains on his right hand had broken off. A loud scream tore out of my mouth as adrenaline rushed through my whole body, giving me a hopeless moment.

If I didn’t cement the bricks together properly, we’d have a weak spot to break through if we did ever break out and make it that far. Disturbing my peace, a guard opened the door and waltzed in, but before he unhooked my chains, he wound layers of thick leather around my hands and fingers to stop me being able to use my claws. He unlocked the chains from my cuffs, grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the chair, marching me out of the room.

He linked back with a purr. I silently tried to check how strong the chains around my wrists were, I am pretty sure I could break them when the paralysis was over but judging from the rash on my skin, the chains were probably made of silver and they were toxic to my health. I chuckled, if Melody was trying to render me weak, she would have to do better than this.

He gestured to Theodore's hands. Theodore scoffs, took a quick glance back at his hands which were chained behind him, anchored to the ground and slowly turned back to him. "You do realize if I tried hard enough, I could break out of these chains." "Oh really?" Roman chuckled, showing off half his teeth. "You can try all you want. But you must know, you can't break them. Those chains are made with pure silver, the more you struggle, the more it'll burn your wrists."

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 looked down, a frown pinching my features. The mist was gone. In its place were chains, padlocked together, padlocked to a large stone. “No!” I cried, shaking my head violently, thrashing my whole body. My hands scrabbled uselessly at the metal links. “Not again! Not again! Not again!”

My hands were raw, red and busted from yanking on the goddamn chains until I thought my skin would split open. These cuffs? They weren’t just clamped on like some cheap bullshit. Nah. They were welded to the bed frame. Thick, cold, strong steel fused into the metal legs like they’d been built to hold a beast. I sat on the edge of that shitty bed, eyes locked on my busted fists. My knuckles were cracked, skin torn where I’d slammed them against the walls. I tried every damn thing—pounding, twisting, cussing, praying—for a way out. But nothing.

Get to her. I yanked against the chains. They held. Of course they held. They had never failed before. The scream tore through me again. We must save her. Our mate. The beast’s voice slammed into my thoughts. Not a suggestion. A command. Impossible. “No,” I growled through gritted teeth. “Stop.” The chains creaked. Then they snapped. Metal links exploded across the room like shrapnel. I stared at my freed wrists in shock. Nothing had ever broken these chains. Nothing.

Her gaze lifted to the bare concrete wall, where a massive ring was embedded, from which hung a long, heavy chain. The other end of the chain was shackled to a slender, unnaturally pale hand. The girl sat slumped against the cold floor, one hand chained. Her long hair was a tangled mess, worse than a bird’s nest.

Her eyes begin to glow just like that day that she lost control With an ear bursting scream that makes everywhere to vibrate, Alora jerks her right arm forward- nothing happens at first. But she keeps jerking her hand forward violently despite the guards trying to hold her down. The silver starts to give way to her force.as she continues banging and banging. Then suddenly a single link in the silver chain around her wrist snaps, the broken ends flying apart with enough force to strike the nearest guard across the face and to leave a huge dent on it.