Chained Heart Novels & Stories

I asked. Andy nodded, his eyes dark. “Then why? Why do you stay with him?” He chuckled sadly. “Oh, Mia. Believe me I’ve tried to leave. But I just can’t.” I watched him as pure agonizing emotion played in his eyes. His face was dark when he said, “I’m chained to him, Mia. Whether by design or fate, I don’t know. I just can’t get away from him. I hate him sometimes. But… I… I’m chained to him. I… I have these feelings for him. It’s so fucking confusing and complicated. I don’t know. I just don’t know why or how or what the fuck ever… I just don’t. He makes me happy, and then he makes me angry and pissed.”

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

Fully standing now. No chains remained around his arms. Or shoulders. Or chest. Only one remained. A massive chain wrapped around his heart. The largest of them all. The First King's smile returned. "There it is." Lucien followed his gaze downward. The final chain pulsed with black resonance. Unlike the others, it wasn't made from failure. Or guilt. Or fear. Althea could feel it immediately. This chain was different. The First King noticed her realization. "Do you know what that one is?"

Nanindig ang aking balahibo ng maalala kung paano niya sabihin ang kaniyang pangalan habang ginagawa namin ang bagay na iyon noon "Its Flynn Thorn Hawkson. The CEO of the Golden Eagle Enterprises." napaawang lalo ang baba ko habang tinitignan sila. Flynn Thorn? I took out my phone and scanned the Golden Eagle Enterprises. When I finally saw his face, it immediately sent shivers down my spine and as if something was urging me to straighten my back. I can't understand the feeling. "Heina." Amber caught my attention. I looked at her eyes. I saw fear and worry. Napakunot ang noo ko.

The cracks in the floor glowed faintly with the same white fire still burning inside my chest. Ash forced himself into a sitting position, clutching the floor to stay upright. His movements were sluggish, but his eyes—those swirling silver-white eyes—held a clarity sharp enough to cut. “Tyla,” he rasped. “Listen carefully.” Arthur stepped forward instantly, tension rattling through him. “She’s not choosing anything until we know what the hell this ‘heart’ does.” Ash didn’t look at him. His gaze remained locked on me. “The heart is the anchor.”

The thought gnawed at him, making sleep an elusive prospect. The necklace Sophia had worn that evening was an amulet his mother had once owned, a family heirloom imbued with sentimental value. He had given it to the first and only girlfriend he had ever dated, Bridget, during their brief but intense relationship. His father had arranged the relationship, a strategic move in the world of high-stakes business alliances. Despite the initial arrangement, Alexander had grown genuinely fond of Bridget and gifted her the necklace on her birthday.

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.

Kaelen’s heavy wool coat was still draped over my shoulders, but it couldn't stop the sudden, terrifying drop in my internal core temperature. I sat cross-legged on the leather cushions, my hands tightly gripping my knees as a sharp, localized wave of silver-white glass cramps violently seized the center of my chest. It wasn't the natural, warm engine of my Phoenix fire; it was the residual, icy backlash from overloading the High Priest's siphoning altar hours prior. My golden veins throbbed with a frantic, chaotic tempo, pulsing visibly against the pale skin of my wrists as my human heart valves shuddered beneath the weight of the ancient energy.

But once again, Long Chen seemed to be trying to touch the spot where his heart was; seeing this, everyone sealing Long Chen quickly transferred their qi into the chains. “What’s happening to my grandson?” Long Chen’s grandmother screamed, glaring angrily at everyone even as she continued to maintain the seal. “Chen’er, what’s wrong with you? It’s your mother, dear!” Lin Yin called out anxiously, seeing that Long Chen was not in his normal state. “Aghhhh! Take my heart!” Long Chen screamed stubbornly, determined to take his own heart to further increase the power he possessed. “No! He’s getting more and more stubborn—if this continues, he’ll die very quickly!” the old elder shouted anxiously

Elise scanned them manually. "Each bead carries a low-frequency vibration. Like a heartbeat. Different tempos." Sophia closed her eyes. "They sent us a story in pulse." --- But FireChain wasn’t idle. Word reached them through EmberNode bursts that FireChain had launched EchoCradle—a false initiative designed to mimic EmberRoots. It promised "ancestral restoration via quantum listening." But communities reported strange dissonances. Villages where songs forgot themselves. Elders unable to complete stories they’d told for years.