Chained To You Manga Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mine to protect. “Oh Damion,” I whispered, tears spilling hot and fast. “This is your pup… not Lucien’s.” Silence answered me. The kind of silence that cracked a heart wide open. I gripped on the silver chains and began to pull, with each effort, it burnt my skin. I breathed heavily as I proceed to pull the chains out, summoning all the powers in me. 'Oh Damion, You know me! This is your Pup!" I groaned while I pulled the chain off.

Enzo’s fangs sank deep into Malrik’s shoulder, tearing through flesh. Malrik screamed, his voice shaking the chamber. But instead of retreating, he clutched Enzo’s throat with one hand, chanting rapidly. Black chains materialized, slithering like serpents from the ground. Enzo tore away, but the chains were faster. They coiled around his limbs, snapping tight with crushing strength. He fought, muscles bulging as he tried to break free, but each chain burned with cursed power, searing his skin, weakening his force.

My neck simply twist, cracking my neck to be slightly comfortable. I tried standing up, if it wasn't for the spell I would have healed quickly. My limbs are shaking but I found a way to stand upright as the figure stands before me once more. "You've gotten stronger Tera." I compliment her as she looks at me disgustingly. "Grant.." I hear Camila from a distance, she wasn't close yet but that's enough. I try catching my breath until I felt a chain clasps round my neck, with a powerful force I was dragged towards Tera as her hands clasps tightly against the chain.

Cara said "Why is this the first time I am hearing from you?" I asked "Because you have only shifted twice. You need to shift more in order for me to become stronger. It is taking all the strength I have to talk to you right now. You need to use your powers and remove the chains," Cara said "How the hell am I supposed to do that," "You need to close your eyes and concentrate. Imagine the chains breaking off your arms," Cara said \ "Okay. I am going to try," I said. I closed my eyes and imagined the chains falling off of my wrist. About a minute later, The chains began to fall from my wrist.

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The chain lengthened through the wizard’s spatial magic, it seemed infinite. Frustrated to find that she had been snagged by the weapon a second time. Chiri cursed as her slow movements were unable to avoid it again. Her opponent, not waiting for her to strike first this time, threw the chain towards her. Its links looping around Chiri’s ankle she attempted to shake them off, when another ensnared her wrist. Wrenching the limb above her head painfully, she writhed against their pull. Her struggle in vain, another length of the chains was entangled around the opposite wrist.

Copy-cat. MIKA: You cannot possibly....that magic will kill you with the poison in you LOGAN: Copy Mika (A copy of Mika appeared beside him and he coughs blood) Kill her MIKA COPY: Yes sir....Chain sword (she summoned Mika's chain sword which was a chain with sharp blade at the end then she cut off Mika's head, disappearing immediately Mika died)

Stronger. And then I saw it - around its throat. A chain, etched with symbols. Glowing green. Magic. A binding. The tether. I let go of one hand and reached for the chain. It roared, slamming me into the ground. The wind knocked from my lungs. Pain was overwhealming. Stars danced behind my eye - but I held on. Clawed at the metal, ignoring the pain in my ribs. “Let go,” I hissed. “You don’t belong to them.”

The key to breaking it all. Miyal's heart pounded in his chest, every beat a throb of agony echoing the straining grip of the chains binding him. He felt them move, twist, drawing him forward, propelling him toward the center of the tempest. The power of the wards and the fury of combat sought to engulf him, but the chain his anchor held firm. It was both his curse and his blessing. It had always been so, hadn't it? The chain that held him, that ruled him, now called to him now toward destiny, compelling him to complete that which had started.

But recognition of what? I shake my head, trying to dispel the thoughts. I’m the boss here. I run the Korovin Gang. I survive. I plan. I don’t get distracted by men. Not by anyone. Not by… him. And yet, my fingers curl slightly as if I can still feel the heat of his presence. That pull, that magnetic tug, I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s frustrating. Dangerous. And yet intoxicating. I pace a few steps, forcing my mind to focus. The right hand. My right hand, my closest ally, someone I trust with my life… and now she’s married. Married to someone from his side. That fact doesn’t sit right with me.