Chains Unbroken Novels & Stories

Lily The iron chains were heavy, and too tight around her wrists and ankles, but Lily didn’t care. So long as they worked – so long as she couldn’t hurt anyone – she would suffer through endless torment if she had to. The weight of the chains was nothing in comparison to the guilt she’d have to live with if she broke free and tore someone apart. The mere thought of it left a bitter taste in her mouth. She pursed her lips.

Trayaksh wished to give her the freedom which she was longing for since an eternity but only if he knew that the blurred lines of their past were still chaining them with the tragic thread of destruction which was bound to be the eternal truth of their story. And love between them was beyond impossible as his past sins had already broken the bonny fantasy which she once had woven inside her sterling heart. But here she was, still chained in the blurred and dark past. Chained inside those blurred yet tormenting nine years during which the darkness seeped inside the deepest of her parts making her hollow. Nothing was left for her except the blurred chains of past holding her down and captivati

Fiona stood over it, hands bloody, dirt smeared across her arms. She didn’t look up when I came close. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said. “You said that last time too.” “This is different.” “Because of the chain?” She nodded. “It’s not just power. It’s memory. Every link is tied to something he’s done. This one…” She pressed her hand against the dirt. “It remembers the first child he took.” I glanced at Nolan. He was standing a few feet back. “What happens if you break it?” I asked.

Gigantic chains stretching through endless darkness. Some were broken. Some still held. But every second more of them snapped apart. One chain shattered. A loud metallic scream echoed through the city. Another broke moments later. Then another. And another. Each break sent another tremor through Valenfort. Lucien's voice became urgent. "...the chains..." "I know," Evelyn replied. "No." His voice sounded strained. "You don't understand." The red light flickered violently. "Every chain is a bloodline." Evelyn froze.

“Why go through this effort? Why not just break me if control is what you want?” Drogo’s expression changed then. “Because broken things are unpredictable,” he said. “And you are far more valuable intact.” The words coiled around her ribs. “Valuable how?” He did not answer immediately. Instead, he extended his hand again, palm open. Silver did not look at it, but her mind reacted anyway. Another pulse of memory surged forward. Arthur’s voice low in the dark, the warmth of his forehead resting against hers, the steady rhythm of his heart under her palm. This time, when the memory shifted, she felt the mechanism. It was subtle.

More will come. I looked at the chains, at the hairline cracks that hadn’t been there before. The first blow… and the first fracture.

"This is what you deserve. Our paths will never cross again." I returned to the pack with Lucien. We held another marking ceremony. He placed the moonstone necklace against my chest, held me close, and whispered in my ear, "Scarlett, no one matters more than you.." (The End)

She just sat there with her eyes wide open. " First thing is that Chains will not let you go anywhere. Nor will any of the other guys here. You are family now. You may not know or understand yet but Chains told them he is going to claim you when this is all over with. Do you know what that means or do you need me to explain" She didn't need to explain anymore " No need to explain. I know what that means. That means we are going to be together and nobody can stand in the way of that" This is the kind of thing I needed to hear right now.

He straightened slowly, ash flecking his shoulders. “Whatever you’re doing,” he said hoarsely, “keep doing it.” “Working on it,” I muttered. I tested another idea on a different chain, the one snapping toward Jax. Split. The word flashed through my mind, through the pen, into the metal’s path. A fault line raced down its length. The instant Jax’s pipe connected, the chain fractured along that hairline crack. Each half veered off, whipping past him instead of around him. One clipped his shoulder hard enough to spin him sideways; he cursed but stayed upright.

Damn these chains. “Fuck you, Zeus! Do you hear me? and fuck these mother fucking chains!” I didn’t have to try hard. Once I took the chains in my hands they snapped. Almost like they couldn’t take anymore, they broke, and fell to the sides of my soulless body. Like Drake, my body disintegrated into dust and drifted away with the air. “Well… that image will remain in my head forever more. Damn!”