Chained To You Novels & Stories

Sebastian says, coming to a stop, “You’re bound to me until you grant me a wish.” I nod, “This,” I say, pointing to the brand on my wrist, “Is a visum link, it binds me to anyone who touches me and won’t be removed until I grant their wish. I am also unable to travel more than a certain distance away from my master. The moment I go too far, or they travel too far away from me, I’m pulled back to their side. I’m literally chained to you,” I say bitterly. “So… as long as I don’t make a wish, you can’t reject me,” he says slyly.

I was near my father’s pack grounds, and the thought made my insides clench. The chain, which I had been following, had taken control. I was sucked past the pack grounds and further down the hill. I tried to release the chain but y hand was stuck to it, as if the chain was taking me the rest of the way, because it knew I would turn away.

A chain. And I had just slipped it around my own neck.

Like a chain. That night, when everyone slept, I stood outside the camp and held my hand out toward the hills. The mark on my skin lit faintly, as if responding to something unseen. The air whispered with movement. I didn’t need to look to know who stood behind me. “You can’t hide it forever,” Gwen said. “I’m not trying to.” “You’re linked to him now.” “I know.” She paused. “Then what are you going to do?” I turned toward the glow in the distance. “Find the rest of the chain.”

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 now… that dream seemed like a distant memory, slipping further away with each passing moment. Tears streamed down my face as I tugged and pulled at the cold chain that now bound me, but it was useless. The metal didn’t give, and with every desperate attempt to free myself, my hands only grew more bruised. My chest tightened with the suffocating weight of it all, the overwhelming sense of powerlessness threatening to drown me. The sobs came in ragged gasps, my body shaking violently as the tears blurred my vision. This was too much—too far. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t chain me up like I was some animal.

My instincts screamed at me, telling me to run, to fight, to survive—but the chain held me fast. Riven moved with a predator’s precision, pulling me behind him, countering each shadow that lunged our way. The bond surged again, a pulse that mirrored his anger, his frustration, his… something else. Something far more dangerous than mere fury. The markings on the chain glowed brighter, responding to his heartbeat as if alive.

Because the ritual doesn’t fully work. A shudder tears through me as her scream fades—but not completely. The chain at my core snaps, not in release, but in rupture. I collapse, my limbs trembling uncontrollably, but something inside me burns still. She is not gone. Not truly. Not whole, either. The bond is broken—but not severed.

he said quietly. She didn’t look at him. “I feel like I’m disappearing,” she said. He sat beside her. “You’re still here.” “I don’t feel like it.” He hesitated. “There’s something you should know.” Her gaze sharpened slightly. “Drogo didn’t just breach your mind,” Matt said. “He left something.” Her chest tightened. “What?” “A tether.” Her mouth went dry. “He can feel you,” Matt continued. “And you can feel him. Even if you don’t realize it.”