Chained Heart Novels & Stories

The door to Damien’s office creaked open, its sound loudly heard in the stillness of the moment. “Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson,” she said, her voice steady despite the rapid sound of her heartbeat. Her eyes flicked to her wristwatch—an attempt to maintain her composure in the presence of the man who now held her future in his hands.

Why was I suddenly feeling numb all over, even my heart froze? Only one thing was spinning in my head. She tried to leave this world, leave me behind — all alone. How could she do that? Her life was also mine as much as hers. Why did she try to snatch my life from me? All my blood rushed to my brain, and I could see nothing other than blood in my eyes. Yeah, she said it's my karma. I agreed. Finally, it's my sin and she knew how to punish me. My beast suddenly leaped inside me, and I grabbed her neck as hard as I could.

She tried to run away until she found herself chained to the alpha king. He throws me inside the dark room. I could only feel hatred and fear. “Get me out of here, Damon!” I screamed. He walked close to me and lifted my chin to meet his cold brown eyes. “No, you won't, Athena.” He said darkly and with his strength, I felt the cold chains locking my ankle. I tried to kick him and squirm out of his arms. “No! Please…let me go—” I gasp when he tightly gripped my jaw. Tears stream down my eyes. “You are…chained to me, Athena. The day you were born is the day when your life became mine...only mine, Athena.”- ALPHA DAMON

Real air. Cold air. My knees nearly gave out, and Cassian caught me again. For one second, my hands landed against his chest. Right over his heart. The heartbeat there thundered under my palm. Not normal. Not only his. The chamber answered it. Boom. Boom. Boom. Cassian looked down at my hand. So did I. The silver light beneath his shirt brightened. A thin glow spread between my fingers. The Heart. Inside him. Alive. The Crown above the throne began to twist violently.

I don’t care. “...you’ll finally understand,” Kael finishes, “the price of chains.” My vision dims. My heartbeat echoes. The child’s heartbeat roars. And somewhere far away, I feel him turn toward me. If my heart is the signal… what will it cost to stop it?

It isn’t. The chain around my wrist warms slowly. Adjusting. As if memorizing the rhythm of my heart. A tremor slides through me. I pull once, instinct taking over. The chains tighten. Not violently. Not enough to bruise. Just enough to remind me that resistance belongs to them now. A quiet ache blooms beneath my skin. My wolf surges forward... ...and recoils with a sharp, wounded cry inside my chest. I gasp. The bond. I reach for it immediately. For Kael. For that relentless, dangerous presence that has anchored me through blood, fire, and impossible choices.

She was too anxious to reach out to anyone directly, so she just stood there, awkwardly holding her cardboard box of office accessories. Wait. Did she even have a desk? Was this some sort of elaborate prank? Her heart felt like it was going to break before - A rough, rigid hand gripped her right shoulder. She winced and turned to see Mr Charles McAllister towering over her. "It's this way" he said with his baritone voice, without even looking back. He walked quickly and with purpose, leading Joanne into a wide lobby.

Chains covered its enormous limbs, each link etched with glowing silver runes that struggled desperately to contain the being imprisoned within. The guardian had protected this place for centuries. The prisoner beneath the mountain had waited even longer. Matthias smiled as the chained giant slowly opened its eyes. “You've spent generations fearing the wrong monster.” Ardyn's face lost every trace of calm. “The chains…” His voice became barely audible. “They're breaking.” The enormous creature lifted one chained arm. Ancient metal snapped apart with a sound powerful enough to shake the entire mountain. One chain fell. Then another. The Heart Chamber trembled violently.

The quartz knee under my fingers felt colder than death, and the chain in my chest tightened another inch. I couldn't move. Every time I tried to slide my hand away from the crystalline surface of Kael’s leg, a spike of Shared Heat—a jagged needle of ice—ripped through my ribs. It wasn't just a heartbeat anymore; it was a biological tug-of-war. My own pulse stuttered, trying to beat for two, while Kael’s quartz-locked heart dragged against mine like a rusted anchor on a seabed.

Like it was trying to consolidate with my feelings. "Jada, it's not yet too late for you. Chase him." "No." Because no matter how I wanted to, how my heart screams to do that. My mind is ceased it, and that's the right thing to follow. I don't want to complicate things by prioritizing this f*cking heart of mine.