Chains Unbroken Novels & Stories

The city felt different now, quieter in the dark hours of the night, like it was holding its breath, waiting for something. Maybe it was just me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we had crossed some invisible line. Once you step into the world of power, violence, and corruption like we had, there was no going back. The road ahead was unclear, and with every step we took, the stakes grew higher. We made our way through the narrow alley, shadows creeping around us like old enemies. Carter kept close, his hand never leaving mine. His grip was strong, but I could feel the tension beneath it, the unspoken fear that we were dangerously close to losing control.

I nodded in affirmation and he motioned for me to rise. "Say this after me" "This day, I swear." The Guardian voice boomed. "This day, I swear." I intoned. "To stay together, through thick or thin." "To stay together through thick or thin." "Though fire may rage and burn, our bond will never be destroyed." "Though fire may rage and burn, our bond will never be destroyed." "If our bond be broken, let this be the end of all worlds, destruction of all that breathes. Let this bond stand the test of time!!!"

The pain is indescribable. But I don't stop. Hours pass. Maybe days. I pull and pull and pull. And then I hear it. A crack. Small. Almost imperceptible. But there. The chain on my right wrist is weakening. Hope surges through me. I pull harder. Ignoring the pain. Ignoring the burning. Ignoring everything except the need to break free. Another crack. Louder this time. The chain is breaking. Just a little more. Just a little longer.

I told him gently. He moved close immediately. His cheeks were still wet and he held my arm with both hands like he didn’t want to let go. “I’m okay,” I said, lifting my wrists, “we just need to break these.” I pulled once and the chains didn’t move. I pulled again, harder, and sparks of gold ran through my skin. Eren stepped back because the metal started heating up. I tightened my grip on the chains and pushed, and a loud crack echoed through the dungeon as the metal snapped away from the wall.

If Malrik truly lost control once again… none of us would survive long enough to see another sunrise. I also couldn’t shake the fear off. Last night had been bizarre. The chains broke. They fucking snapped. The chains that had belonged to our forefathers, passed down to the brother who inherited the curse. They were stronger than anything I had ever known, forged with silver and the blue flame of an ancient dragon woven into every link. They had held for generations. And yet, they snapped right off the walls. A cold breeze swept past me, and my wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin. Hours passed, and then-

Between pants, Noah breaks the chain with the bones of his right hand, then prepares to use his super strength to open the gates. I am transfixed to see that the longest bone, the one that grew directly into the focal point of the back of his left hand, is broken, splintered. And then I know, I realize what is hurting my better half. At a thousandth later I am pulling out my phone, I really want to call Martha ASAP. ///

Due to its sturdiness and toughness, this type of chain was specifically designed to deal with ancient martial experts. It was indestructible and unbreakable! No one had ever heard of breaking free from such chains without external help and Woody's move was incredibly effortless. One section of the chain landed squarely at Lional's feet. He could clearly see the special alloy's sheen on the broken ends. Since there was no issue with the chain, there was only one explanation left. Woody was incredibly powerful; he was practically a monster!

Still fighting. That’s when I saw it. One of the shackles - my left wrist - had a tiny split near the hinge. A crack. Barely the width of a fingernail, but enough that the metal didn’t fully seal. And the wall behind me - crumbling. Old mortar flaking with every movement. If I could brace just right, apply pressure.. “I can break it,” I whispered hoarsely. Sable stirred more fully. “Together.” We couldn’t shift. Not yet. But I could focus. Channel what I had left. I twisted, yanking my arm upward against the resistance of the chain. Pain sparked bright and white in my vision, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

For the rest of the movie, their hands stayed that way. Hidden in the dark. Unspoken. Unbreakable. After the Movie When the lights came back on, they both slowly let go. Neither mentioned it. “That wasn’t that scary,” Tae Min said casually. “You’re lying.” They laughed. But as they exited the theater— Tae Min felt something strange. Like they were being watched. He turned slightly. A familiar figure disappeared behind a pillar. His chest tightened. No… it couldn’t be. He didn’t say anything.

Her instinct told her, this man must be using her but Rachel must be scared and decide to fall back, pull herself from the unexpected danger. The calm demeanor and solitude she showed Rowena, was from the thousands of days she had been through humiliation, sinister remarks and being ignored as human. She is also not a porcelain who is being groomed as a pretty vesel, being appreciated, be liked but would crumble to pieces when it is crushed to hard floor. Cassandra's soul made from a metal, she had burned in fire, being hammered with the reality of life. She can bend, melt, break but she also can back into shape as it burns again and hammers again into the mold she chooses to.