Chained Up Novels & Stories

“And maybe she needs more than your chains to feel it.” The corridors of the Alpha quarters were quiet, too quiet. Silver lay awake on her bed, staring at the carved ceiling beams, her chest tightening with every whisper that seemed to slither into her mind. At first, she thought it was just her imagination, her insecurities gnawing at her like they always did. A wolf without a wolf. A broken mate. A liability. But tonight, the whispers felt… alive. “You hear them too, don’t you?” she murmured to herself, curling her knees to her chest.

the fortress will be a cage within a cage. I spend the hours pacing. Three steps forward. Three steps back. The chain clinks with every movement. It is a steady rhythm. It keeps me from losing my mind. I try to reach out to my wolf. She is quiet now. She is exhausted from the rejection. The bond is a dull throb in my chest. It is like a bruised muscle. It hurts to move. but I cannot ignore it. The door opens again in the afternoon. This time it is Vane. The Beta.

The chain's fixed point. He was glad. End of Chapter Two Hundred and Five

Chapter 3 Jenna sat in the dimly lit room, the walls close enough to feel like a cage. The rain outside tapped steadily against the grimy windowpane, a slow, relentless rhythm that matched the pounding in her chest. The flash drive lay heavy in her palm—small, unassuming, but packed with secrets she didn’t yet understand.

Frustration and determination welled up inside her as she realized the unforgiving nature of her predicament. Taking a deep breath, Lily reached up and grasped the chain with both hands, her muscles flexing as she summoned her strength. With a resolute determination, she curled her legs, using her body weight to apply pressure to the chains. Her eyes locked onto the timber where the chains were attached, hoping to find a weak point that would grant her the freedom she so desperately desired.

She protested but instead of letting her be, he caught her wrist, and the last thing she knew, he had their fingers intertwined as they hastily walked towards the IT Department. She badly wanted to take them off his hold but he was gripping them tight making her absolutely helpless. As they entered the door, she saw the staff busy facing the monitors. As Anton unclasped their hands, she noticed a woman in her early thirties, scrambling towards him. Her company ID states that she's the head of the IT Department named, Clara. "How is it going?" He asked Clara. "We're trying our best but it might take long to restore it!" Clara explained.

I apologized, feeling embarrassed. "It's okay," He paused for a brief few seconds "I will open your chains, okay?" "Yes," I said eagerly, making James chuckle at my enthusiasm. Can you blame me, I have been chained like a domestic dog. He took out a small key from his pocket before crouching down next to my leg. He slides the key inside of the lock with ease before twisting it. A small click was heard. I thought he would get up now, but he removed the chains from my ankle and gently massaged the area where a bruise had started to appear.

The actions and the words of the woman in front of her—who seems not to be listening at all—is starting to wreck his tiny piece of patience that was left since the beginning of their conversation. "And how would you do that?" she asked, still indifferent and unfaltering even after all his reactions. The man took a deep breath. "I'll cleanse and purify you to remove the last chain that's binding you. You didn't know that, right? Lock and Chain Curse doesn't only bind the heart of a person, but also their soul. If after doing that and your memories don't come flowing yet, I'll cure you through hypnosis," Maximilian proudly said. "Okay. Thanks," Luna replied shortly but still managed to make hi

“Mate.” And I just stand there. Chained. Broken. Watching.

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.