Chained Heart Novels & Stories

“I was never given the chance to be soft. Or gentle. Or simple. I was born into the hands of liars, raised in shadows, sold into silence, and trained to survive it. Every smile I learned was a defense. Every word was a trap.” Her fingers clenched around the edge of the mattress. “But when I met your father, I felt something I didn’t understand. I thought it was danger. It was hope.” The recorder blinked softly, capturing each syllable with care. “I will do anything to protect you. But I will never let anyone rewrite you, either. I will teach you to write your own heartbeat.” Across the corridor, Lucien examined the pendant again. It had another groove he hadn’t noticed before. When he turned

Things were like that. "Well... all the things I've heard about you agree on the women," I inserted the key into the lock. My parents were already home, and they had left the mailbox open. "Apparently you prefer to sleep with girls you're sure won't get attached to you," I turned the key, and raised my other hand to caress his chin with my nails. It was sharp, and tense. He had his eyes locked on mine, and I wished I could read his thoughts at that moment. "Does Jax Jones fear relationships?"

“That's a bad idea, Celine” Emily advised. Celine didn't heed, she barged into the house with her house pounding. She would rather go in than stay out waiting for a miracle. Celine's heart skipped a beat as she slid the doorknob, she takes a quiet step in and the door shut behind her. She knew this was a trap, but it was too late to turn back now. She stood frozen, she gasps when she sighted Henry, Helen, and Erickson in chains, and then her hawkish gaze moved back at David.

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.

He could still feel the flicker of Nathan’s heartbeat through the half-formed bond—uneasy, frightened, but alive. And beneath it, faint but persistent— the echo of Rowan Mercer’s name, still pulsing like an unanswered question.

“Sacrifice is inevitable when shaping destiny. What matters is the outcome.” Kael’s hands clenched around the pendant. He could feel its pulse matching the twins’ rhythms, a triple heartbeat of power that tugged at the very earth beneath their feet. The Heart of Seasons stirred beneath them, unseen but insistent, waiting for the convergence it had been built to demand.

The torrential downpour shows no mercy as the rain hits my skin harshly while I wail in pain from the combination of my throbbing head and the chains around my wrists and ankles. The chains keep eating into my skin, searing my flesh and I can feel myself gradually weakening. I try to call to Nila but her response is too faint. I'm already losing my connection with her. It's either that or I'm about to lose consciousness. Maybe it's both and maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Chained up like a dog and left to die in the rain under the mud, it seems like a death befitting someone like me. Someone who has been forsaken by the goddess herself.

My chest burned with frustration, and the pain in my heart reminded me of how much I truly cared. The cool night air slapped me as I stepped out of the grand hall, the distant hum of the city was a comforting sound. Lights twinkled on the horizon, their glow failing to quiet the storm in my mind. Behind me, I heard footsteps, I turned half-expecting Aiden. Instead, came the tall frame of Daymon. “Rough night?" His voice was calm, his presence somehow calming. "You could say that," I said, my eyes falling to the floor as I leaned back against the wall.

The Prism had recognized Evangeline as its primary conductor, and it had tethered its very existence to her circulatory system. "It’s a tether," Evangeline whispered, her hand hovering over the warm quartz surface. "Vaughn didn't just want me for my mind. He needed a heart that could withstand the 'Anomalous Chord.' The Prism isn't just a tool; it’s a prosthetic organ. My heart is the metronome for the entire world’s magic."

She greeted, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. Rosie smiled back, her face radiant. "Thanks, ma." "I thought you canceled your interview with us?" Chloe asked. "I canceled it because of an emergency meeting that came up, but unfortunately, the meeting has been rescheduled. I hate disappointment, so I decided to come." Chloe's expression softened, and she gazed at Rosie for a moment before beaming with admiration. "Who hates you?!" She suddenly exclaimed, causing her staff to be startled. "You have a beautiful soul, and I've fallen in love with you already."