Chain Of Gold Chapter Sampler Novels & Stories

Became a roar that shook the marrow of the world. The flames burst from her skin in a ring of gold and violet, weaving through the cracks of the altar, dancing up the walls like justice remembering its own name. And the Chain of Thrones, Burned. Fully. Not with chaos. But with clarity. Each link flared once. Just once.

"Wear it today. Let the pack see that the Alpha of the Silver Circle stands with us." As she looped the chain around my neck, the silver felt like a collar. The moment the metal touched my skin I wanted to rip it off because it felt like a lie. Every time I tried to focus, my brain flashed with images I couldn't place: a screaming saw, a field of black glass, and a pair of gold eyes looking at me with a love so intense it made my heart stop. Gold eyes. Not Aveline’s dark brown. Gold. Like Kael’s.

He was writing fast, his green eyes glowing brighter with every word. "Chapter 84," the author said, his voice echoing through the entire city. "The Mother dies to save the Child. The Child becomes the new Vessel. The World turns to Gold." Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet turned into gold. Not liquid, but solid, hard metal. It started to spread, turning the cars, the buildings, and the trees into statues of gold. It was moving toward me and Elle like a rising tide. "It’s a rewrite!" Silas appeared from the shadows, his face pale. He was holding a small, silver mirror. "Hazel, look into the mirror! It’s the only way to stay real!"

"I need you to think about her. Remember her face and your happiest day with her." She took his hands and then put the ring in one of his palms. She covered the ring with her hand, and then closed her eyes. "Samara, I summon you!" Thane was startled when a woman in gold appeared out of nowhere. Her skin, her hair and her dress were gold in colour. Her eyes were blindfolded, and she was barefooted. The woman had three keys hanging around her neck and she was holding a time watch in her hand. "Mistress, you called?"

This time, I was even more taken aback by seeing what was inside. ‘WHAT THE HELL!’ The huge box was overflowing with gigantic shining silver-colored chains. “Is this real silver? Why do they have chains and not silver bars?” I looked confusedly at them. I went ahead and picked up one of the chains. “AHH!” scream left my mouth when my entire layer of skin which touched the metal was burned and blood started to flow. “Rosey?” I heard Oliver’s voice from behind.

Instead, she lifts her chin as if testing me. I reach out and unclasp it myself, except my hands aren’t gentle, and the chain doesn’t come undone so much as snap apart. The sound is louder than I expected. Two thousand dollars’ worth of gold links hits the pavement with a soft metallic hiss, and Maya’s hand flies to her throat, where a thin red line is already rising against her skin. I don't apologize. I bend down, pick up the pendant, and leave the broken chain lying in the dirt.

I open the drawer to put the papers in and something shimmers and clinks and it catches my attention. I grab the cold metal from the drawer. Feeling a small chain between my fingers. Following the links all the way down, I realize it is an expensive gold figaro chain dangles in between my fingers. A J engraved on the clasp. Maybe this is for the Alpha’s family members. I look harder as my eyes focus on the chain and the link right next to the clasp is snapped. Weird, maybe he is paying to get it fixed. I put it back exactly where I get it from. And finish my cleaning, dreading having to clean the Alpha’s room. I feel a small ping of determination to make my getaway while the Alpha is busy t

I shiver again as he runs his hands down my neck and over my shoulders as he says, "Grace chose well. This dress is very beautiful on you, my dear." "Thank you!" I rasp out, not really trusting my voice. He then reaches over and opens one of the drawers, pulling out what seems to be a gold chain, except when he moves it so he has a hold of it in both hands in front of me it is a beautiful collection of gold chains. He moves, bringing the chains up against my neck and chest, clasping it to the collar that is already around my neck. Oliver was actually being a gentlemale at that moment until he placed a kiss on my neck and my shoulder before showing me another gold chain, only this one was ext

“Sorry, but I don’t mix work with pleasure.” Gold Chain smirked, his eyes dragging over me like I was something he was thinking about buying. “Pleasure? Who said anything about that? We’re just talking.” His hand darted out, brushing against my hip, and every muscle in my body went rigid. Don’t react. Don’t react. “Keep your hands to yourself,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. Gold Chain’s smirk faltered for a second, but then he laughed, leaning back in his chair. “Feisty. I like that.”

My dear sister, bound in silver chains, bleeding because of the spikes on the chain that drags and tears her skin aggressively as she walks From the way she is reacting that can tell that it is pure silver and the chains are huge with so much spikes around them her body is all blooded I rush downstairs, my heart pounding with a mix of different kinds of emotions I can't quite sort out yet. Is it Anticipation? Payback? Joy? Anger? Revenge? Happiness? Jealousy? They are all webbed together like spider webs resting in house roofs. Behind Alora, I see Lucas, also in chains, though Lucas's chain is regular steel. Even though chained like an animal, he carries himself with that type of calm that m