Chain Reaction Episodes Novels & Stories

Every angle, every slip in the network. The man delivering the threat is dead. But the chain isn’t broken. He had a contact. Someone paid him. Someone watching. Someone orchestrating. I pull another folder, scanning transactions linked to Korovin. A pattern emerges—subtle, almost invisible. Logistics shifted quietly in the last six months. Every shipment rerouted. Nothing flagrant. But it’s there, a signature left behind. I jot notes, precise. Methodical. I don’t like surprises. I don’t like unknowns.

Now, Myrtle can't even stand up while writhing in pain and being restricted from doing a move. What really happened? "How do you like my weapon? Isn't this awesome? You should feel honored because you're the first student who experienced this." "You, bitch! Release me here! You, fucking coward!" Myrtle cried in a hysterical tone while being slumped on the dirty floor. When the announcer started the fight earlier, Luna created her chain weapon through her black thread and in a blink of an eye, she wrapped it around the opponent's body. Luna smiles brightly at Myrtle while holding the chain on the edge, which made the already lost audience forget about the ongoing battle for a while as she wal

I crawled toward the laptop, heart pounding. Damien stepped through the smoke. His gun raised. His eyes locked onto me. He wasn’t sending men anymore. He had come himself. “Give me the drive,” he said, his voice calm. I gritted my teeth. “No.” He sighed. “You never learn.” His gun fired. I dove. Pain ripped through my side. But I didn’t stop. I slammed my hand down— The screen flashed. **Broadcasting…** Damien’s face turned to pure rage. “What did you do?”

I don't know what punishment he’ll invent next. The guards move out of the hall to fetch her, and I sit there trapped inside my own body, counting every painful beat in my chest. My throat tightens when I hear the footsteps echoing back toward us. The doors swing open, and she’s there between the guards, chains clinking softly with every forced step.

But the thought quickly passes when my eyes fall on Alex. I’m frozen in place for a few seconds until Maxwell squeezes my hand. Breathe, he reminds me. Laura breathed. I do as he says because I am incapable of a single thought right now. My eyes flick over Alex as his legs are chained to the wall at his ankles, but there is a large flow of blood trickling down his thigh, a wound so big I can see his insides. I finally focused on his face to find his dark eyes in tight slits, aimed straight at me. My knees wobble at the intensity of his stare, but he can’t hurt me from here. He can’t hurt me ever again.

Gavin furrowed his brows when he heard his phone ring, showing the deputy CEO's name on the screen. He glanced at the script program, which he had left Diane as the host and the dead man as their main star, rolling his eyes at the thought of when it happened, their program wasn't actually cancelled, and he just hadn't confirmed the broadcast and time. It's good to continue even though the previous episode has aired with high ratings and enthusiastic viewers with many good comments when the man hasn't become an issue and died but also because Diane doesn't want to discuss the show again, he should have convinced Diane a long time ago that the program would bringing her into her former glory n

They lied. Or they didn’t know enough. The pain in my wrists sharpens as something inside me shifts. My pulse slows. Then steadies. Then it deepens. My blood feels heavier. Older. I pull once against the chain. Metal screams. I gasp. The elders rush forward. I hear their voices overlap. “She’s reacting.” “The bond is accelerating.” “It’s too soon.” I pull again. The chain cracks. Shock ripples through the room. “No,” one elder snaps. “Hold her.”

Then she shut the door behind her, locked it, and leaned against the door, taking a deep calming breath inside the living room. A few minutes later, she was freshened up and in a pair of pajamas as she sat down on the sofa to a cup of coffee and a plate of freshly made pancakes in the living room. On the television before her was a horror movie currently showing a girl running away in a dark alley from a masked figure who was hot on her heels and armed with a blood-stained dagger.

🌑 Chains of Eternity The chamber was gone. There were no walls anymore—only an endless whirl of black and broken glass, shards of light reflecting faces that were not theirs. The reflections multiplied with each heartbeat, spreading like cracks across reality. Chains rattled from a dozen Kaels, axes rose from a dozen Branns, blades gleamed in countless Serises’ hands, and the soft, ruinous glow of endless Lioras pulsed like a funeral hymn.

Scarlett POV The cuts burned, a searing flame on my skin. Pain and terror coursed through me, a chilling tremor that had me shaking from head to toe. Lucien's figure had vanished in the chaos, swallowed by the panicked screams. I lost all sense of time. It was an eternity before the event staff found me and called an ambulance. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, glass shards of all sizes were still buried in my skin. Every movement, every shallow breath, brought a jolt of fresh pain.