Chains Unbroken Novels & Stories

I kept my shoulders back and head held high as he reached for my throat. There was a tug at my neck and then a shattering sound as the chain was snapped by his hands. My eyes widened in shock. He was able to break the silver chain. The silver control collar is considered unbreakable, and yet he was able to destroy it effortlessly. His fingers slightly brushed against my neck, and what I could only imagine were the tingles from the fated mate connection rippled through my body. It was warm, sweet, and calming. It was everything I always imagined it would be. Something I thought I would never feel.

He glanced at the silver cuffs. "The chains," he gritted out. "The Pack will track the silver's metallic scent. I have to break them." He shifted his hand, only his hand, into a massive, dark paw. Claws the length of my fingers extended. He slammed his hardened forearm against the chain. The sound was deafening. The chain snapped. The metallic link hit the ground with a soft tink. The intense pain from the shock was fleeting. The silver was still locked onto my wrists, but now, they were two separate shackles.

"Don't bargain with them." "Interesting," the third entity said. "You offer yourself in trade. But bridge mother, we want both. Mother and daughter. Together, you would give us everything." "Then you get nothing," Aria said. "Because I'm not making that deal." She closed her eyes, focusing on the silver chain. It wasn't just an anchor. It was a connection. A lifeline to everyone she loved. Dante. Luna. Her pack. They were all tied to her through bonds of love and loyalty.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

he started untangling her limbs from his body. “Wade, shall we see if the kingdom wide link works?” Wade nodded stiffly. “I’ve linked the patrol.” Marc muttered a thanks as he gave Klara a swift kiss on her forehead before getting to Wade. Wade put his hand on Marc’s shoulder, “Ready?” Both males took a breath before opening their channels, their eyes glazing, pushing to every wolf in the Kingdom “Intruder in Royal pack lands. Ensure he does not get to Silversmith land.” They closed the link and both swayed a little with the strength needed for the link. “Think it worked?” Wade asked, but as the last syllable came from his mouth, howls echoed around them, some sounded within their own pack b

His face is taking a beating, at least the parts that are exposed, he is starting to feel completely numb. The pain in his fingertips and toes creates an exhausting chore to break a trail through accumulative snowdrifts. His teeth were shivering and chattering, uncontrollably. He digs the snow away from the door of his truck. He had to get the snow further away from the vehicle's door. At least giving him enough room to open the door wide enough to get his suitcase out.

They were the roots of the Chain, the infrastructure that made the law enforceable, the mechanism that made escape impossible. They shattered not from force but from resonance, from the frequency of the Chain's glow matching the frequency of the roots' rigidity and canceling it out. The iron roots had never encountered a frequency they could not absorb, a force they could not withstand. They had anchored the weight of countless debts, countless obligations, countless souls who had tried to flee and found themselves dragged back by the irresistible gravity of unpaid balances.

My lips parted to see who it was from. I thought he'll hate me. All would hate me for breaking up with Centru but seeing them messaging felt my thoughts to be futile. I closed my eyes remembering that. Center: We're here, Ria. Congrats, Doc I read Centru's message. I bit my lip while holding back the tears. Fuck! I miss them three. Almost months of not being reconnected made me broke. No one to lean on. A smile flashed on my lips when I saw my cousins. I saw them giggle when I heard the doorbell ring. Centru once visit here and they had a huge crush on him. I laughed there.

And me—I felt Elias clawing inside my rhythm, pulling, twisting, trying to turn me into another conduit. “Do you see?” Elias’s voice coiled around us, thick with triumph. “Trust is a weakness. Rhythm is a chain. And chains can be broken.” --- “No,” I whispered. I anchored harder. Not to myself, but to them. Madison’s fury. Ian’s recklessness. Stepbrother’s clarity. Together, we weren’t chains. We were a circle. An unbroken beat. “Together,” I said, louder this time. “With me.”

And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2