Chained Books Novels & Stories

I considered throwing him out the window. The Void immediately seemed interested in the possibility. Traitor. Chaos grinned. "I found something." That got my attention. The ancient being rarely sounded serious. When he did, it usually mattered. I sat up straighter. "What?" Chaos snapped his fingers. Ancient books appeared. Dozens of them. Massive leather-bound volumes landed across my desk. Dust exploded everywhere. I coughed. The Void coughed. Chaos looked pleased. I hated him. "What am I looking at?"

With it, the exchange became irrevocable. But Eva was not going to close the loop in the way the realm expected. She reached out and took the end of the Chain that hung from her mother's neck. She felt the cold, the weight, the terrible mathematics of it. She felt the realm's confusion, its recalibration, its attempt to process what was happening. The Chain was not designed for three. The Chain was not designed for choice. The Chain was designed for one soul, one debt, one exchange, one final, irrevocable transaction.

Catching the Moon Book 2 of Chasing the Moon Playlist:::: Diet Pepsi — Addison Rae Apt — ROSE feat. Bruno Mars Shut Out of Paradise - SLO False God - Taylor swift Lofticries - Purity Ring Bad Dreams — Teddy Swims Good Luck, Babe! — Chappell Roan Spitting off the Edge of the World— Yeah Yeah Yeahs feat. Perfume Genius Ticky Ticky Bum Bum - Sunchaser Teeth — Mallrat

Rebirth in Blood: Vengeance in the Marrow Book 4; Chapter 1 – The Wrong Twin The moonlight no longer felt like a blessing. It was a cold spotlight illuminating the ruins of a life I’d spent twenty-one years building. I didn’t knock. No, an Alpha’s mate doesn't ask for permission to enter her own mate’s office. But as the doors swung open, the air rolling out was pregnant with the taint of lust, a cloying heat that made my skin crawl before my eyes could even process what was playing out in front of me.

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

Book 1 is completed! Thank you for everyone who still reads this novel! And I'm glad I could finish this book! Looking forward for another story to make and current stories to finish too! Book 1 = Trix System Unlocked: Butterfly Effect [Completed] Book2 = Trix System Unlocked: Love At Worlds [soon] Book 3 = Trix System Unlocked: System War [soon] Book 4 = Trix System Unlocked: Final Wish [soon]

There were so many books her head was spinning with the choice. “Klara?” a male voice made her jump and spin around. She saw the light brown haired man from the day before, but couldn’t remember his name. He stood in the doorway “It’s Trey do you remember?” She nodded, he’d been nice, nicer than anyone she’d ever met. “You looking for a book?” He smiled

Isabella only chuckled in response. Isabella guided me towards the spiral staircase and climbed up. While climbing, I couldn't take my eyes away from all these books. Some books were floating as though they had consciousness. And I also noticed that these books were imbued with high-tier spells. Some books were even chained up as we went higher into the tower. We finally stopped when we reached the top, and Isabella suddenly motioned her hands. A few heavily chained, thick books flew over and floated around us, glimmering with spiritual energy. The book seems agitated for some reason.

So I lay back, my heart pounding, and let the anesthesia carry me away. But when I woke up… I wasn’t in a hospital bed. I was on a cold floor. My wrists ached, and my legs felt too heavy to move. There was no blanket, no soft voice, no smell of medicine. Only chains. I was chained. Like an animal. Like a prisoner. And I didn’t know where I was—or why. Until I fully understand now.

With Xoey's assistance, she brought the box indoors, and upon opening it, they found hefty books embellished with intricate black vines intertwined with one another. There were about seventeen of these books with such vines acting as locks. She had been instructed (according to the accompanying note) to commence with a certain locked book that featured a lustrous golden brown cover and also devoid of a title, without assistance from anyone. Xoey simply helped to arrange the books on the new shelf that had been delivered a week before. Today was the first day of her reading the book. She had spent hours trying to find the perfect way to unlock the vines yesterday. Of course, Xoey served her r