Chains Book Characters Novels & Stories

“Not that interesting in all honesty. My ancestor got bitten by a wolf, the wolf was cursed. Hey presto, first shapeshifter.” “Oh… I heard a winged beast cursed some siblings.” “Not ever heard of that,” Christopher grunted as he picked up a larger carved boulder. “Was probably a lie, what stories do you know?” she probed, trying a heavier boulder. “Nothing that interesting, I suppose Daniel the Diabolical is kind of fun, but of course you’ll know about him.” Klara frowned, “No, never heard of him.” “Oh…” Christopher looked confused, “Erm…” his confusion turned to discomfort. “It’s not actually that fun… or interesting.”

she replied. "Yes, Goodbye." Charles replied without even looking up, going over the hard-copy schematics of the overseas bridge for the umpteenth time. Joanne looked back at him one more time before shutting the double doors. At her desk, Charles' butler was already waiting for her. "If the madam would please-"the butler said. Joanne packed her empty hand bag and followed the man out. Her thoughts only anticipating what tomorrow could bring... ********************************* Flip, flip, flip. The light rustles of the notebook periodically sliced the solid air of silence in the room that evening. The room was dark save for the small flashlight in Joanne's hand, and the breeze occasionally

The dungeon floor is a sheet of ice. I hit the ground with a dull thud. The impact sends a jolt through my spine. I lie there. I do not move. I breathe in the dust. It smells like wet minerals and old copper. The guard above me chuckles. He is a shadow against the dim light of the hallway. He reaches down. He grabs the chain between my wrists. He yanks me up. “Get up”. Rogue. He says.

Knowledge that had been collected, hidden, forbidden. Aurelian stood in the center of the room. He did not know where to start. He had read the histories. He had studied the records. He knew what the Holts had done, what they had kept, what they had buried. He knew that somewhere in this room, there was something that could help her. He just had to find it. He pulled a book from the nearest shelf. Blood and Bond: A History of Curses. He set it aside. Another. The Veil and the Void. He set it aside. Another. Rituals of Transferrence: A Practical Guide.

Nyxios led her through corridors she hadn't yet explored, ascending staircases and passing through doorways until they reached a circular chamber in what must have been one of the mansion's towers. The room was sparsely furnished, its walls lined with ancient tapestries depicting elven figures in poses of submission and dominance. At its center hung a set of silver chains from the ceiling, each link inscribed with runes that pulsed with soft blue light. The chains ended in manacles that dangled at waist height, waiting. "The Bonds of Submission," Nyxios said, his voice taking on a reverent quality. "A Keltos family heirloom for twelve generations. Few outsiders have ever seen them." He turne

Before I could draw breath, he grabbed my wrists. With a flick of his fingers, he summoned the silver-weighted chains kept for rogues around them. They coiled around my skin like frozen snakes, the metal burning into my pores, grounding my wolf into an agonizing submission. “You’re going to pay for this,” he whispered hotly, whiskey on his breath, the same whiskey he’d shared with my sister. “You’ve made this easy for me, Inzinga. I was wondering how to tell you the pack needed a change. You just gave me this excellent excuse.”

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

Apart from John, there were two starting characters, (or three) in the book, which are Khloe Dave and Maria The King Butt can as well be considered a starting character as he was present through most times. KHLOE DAVE Being the female lead with multiple personalities and weaknesses across chapters, Khloe Dave is one who still made her mark as confidently independent. Her first debut was made in the first chapter, tagged as the Prologue. Her role played in the book was having a close friendship with John, where as in it, they were tagged as best of friends. Khloe in the starting chapters was obviously, confident, bold, sassy and dominant. Her actions spoke for themselves, respectively.

I noticed that he was now holding a small case and I am sure that it was a first aid kit. Who was injured? Because of confusion I did not immediately understand what he said so he voluntarily took my hand and get a chair to sit on. It was only then that I noticed the small part of my hand was red. Maybe because some of the coffee was dripped there when I jumped earlier in surprise. "I-It's okay, just a little burn. I'm alright, you can eat first.” I said and withdrew my hand. It was really small that's why I didn't notice it either. His jaw tightened before he looked at me seriously. I felt nervous by his stare. "Give me your hand," he commanded.

Her reply made Nick slightly move to the screen in front of him and do something. "Well, yeah, basically, of course my problems take priority over anything you're doing, but if you don't want to see an article about a family that has a pivot in Chicago hiding a forbidden item they put in a tree near their house-" Nick chuckled during the Dark groans. he know he got him in any second, never mind him, he has already closed many famous mafia books with a single feedback of the information he has.