Chained Up Novels & Stories

He had clearly joined the Bois Sombre Pack, and if I had to make an educated guess, this must have been their cells. My bladder pulsed. The need to urinate was overwhelming. It must have been hours since I’d gone to the bathroom. I had no choice. I pulled myself up, the chains around my arms very heavy. Thank Goddess I was strong. If I hadn’t trained as hard as I had, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get up. Metal was cuffed tightly around my wrists—so tight that it was practically cutting off my circulation. There was no way to slip my hands out.

He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the pillar. "Ben?" Greg mumbled, his voice thick and slurred from the sedative. He raised a hand to his pounding head. "Where... what the actual fuck..." He tried to stand up, but the heavy chain immediately pulled taut, jerking his leg and sending him stumbling back down onto the floor. The loud clanking of the metal seemed to finally shock his brain awake. He looked down at his ankle, then looked across the vast, empty room, his eyes finally locking onto me sitting chained to my own pole.

“Back up. Tell me how it started with Chain. You stayed out of loyalty, even when things turned bad?” “Yeah.” She took a shaky breath. “We were out in the fields, prepping crops for winter storage. Chain strolled in holding this heavy silver chain, links thick and twisted. One of the guys, Gus, was messing around, lightening the mood with some laughs. Chain went straight to him, said no one wasted time joking on his watch.” The scene played vivid in her mind; she rubbed her arms instinctively. “He swung that chain like a lash. I waited for his wolf to surge up and stop him but nothing. He’d figured it out.”

I want to throw up but I have nothing left in my stomach. Since no one is here right now, I have to escape, I have to run away before he returns. I slide out of the bed hurriedly, unaware of the chains that bind my ankles to the bed frame. I fall face flat, the chains restricting my movements. Tears begin to well to my eyes as I stare at the door, where my freedom could be waiting for me and then back at the steel chain with brown straps tightly wrapped around my ankles. What did I do wrong?

he bellowed in fury, straining against the chains that bound his wrists and ankles. I couldn't help but chuckle at his futile struggles as I casually leaned against the wall. He was securely chained, blood staining his wrists and ankles from his desperate attempts to break free. The back of my gun had left a gash on his head, causing blood to trickle down his face.

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

And grabbed one of the chains. The entire valley froze. The creature examined it briefly. Then squeezed. CRACK. One chain shattered. The sound echoed across the world. The chained warrior staggered. Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then another chain snapped. CRACK. Then another. CRACK. The hope vanished instantly. The creature wasn't struggling. It wasn't even trying. Then the chained warrior fell to one knee. For the first time. Defeated. The creature looked at him. Its expression softened.

Cole was pacing again. After the trail had gone cold a week ago I’d given up waiting for my people to find my mate for me. In a fit of frustration I had driven out to her last known location hoping I'd be able to pick up on something they hadn’t. I’d found nothing, not even the tiniest hint of her scent even lingered, it was like she was never here. I should have known better, my people were the best, and if they hadn’t found anything then there was nothing to be found. A gnawing feeling had taken up residence in my gut, and the longer I was away from her the worse it got. I was barely sleeping these days, day and night my wolf was howling in my head for his mate, his desperation was only fe

Walking slowly at first to make her stiff muscles relax after hours of sitting in a single position. He wasn't relieved one bit for a week. The situations were getting worst. Convincing Auclairs were harder especially when the fucking snitch wouldn't leave a clue of his existence. He struggled to keep track of all of his businesses at once and take care of Auclairs like childish toddlers. His frustration was testing his patience. As much as tense he would work throughout the day, the relaxed he would become at night.

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.