Ellie In Chains Novels & Stories

While amid her mourning, Clark said something which triggered Ellie and made her realize that was not the moment for her to back down and let herself be weighed down by her emotions. “I know you are hurt but I think you have cried enough. Why don’t you postpone your mourning and let’s focus on how to get rid of this thing tied around my arms?” Clark said emotionless, stretching his hands forth, signaling for him to be untied. Upon hearing this, Ellie, who was sitting weakly on the floor clenched her fist. She slowly stood up from where she was seated, while wiping away her tears. Her face changed and the look on her face was fierce and scary. She looked like a broken woman, walking on a br

Cassandra’s POV Maybe I’d misheard him. Ellie was in jail awaiting her court date. She was being charged with multiple crimes, including two accounts of attempted murder: messing with Stanley’s medication and shooting Dillon. Plus kidnapping, of course. They weren’t even allowing her bail this time. After the court date, Ellie would be in jail for a very long time. “I’ll give Ellie what I owe her,” Vivienne sighed. What she owes her? Why would Vivienne owe Ellie anything?

HER. The warehouse felt colder today, less alive like the walls were holding their breath. Ellie kept her head down past the room where she’d first seen the boy bleeding. Past the cages, past the men who didn’t speak anymore. And then she saw the door, the one Amy told her never to open. You don’t go past this door, Amy had said. “Ever”. Ellie stared at it now thick, steel double locked before but tonight, one lock hung open. An accident? Or a test? Don’t! Don’t be stupid, but her hand moved anyway. She pushed the door open and hell opened with it. Inside the room, It wasn’t blood that hit her first. It was the silence, heavy, pressed like something alive was holding its breath. The lights w

Not just any ordinary piece of iron though, but an iron shackle, embedded into the flooring. Ellie lets out a loud scream as Missy forces the cold shackle around her wrist. She is about to let out another scream as she whips her head around, and sees the three "black spots," positioned at the other three corners of the rug are also shackles. It hits her all of a sudden. The cold stark reality of what is happening. She sucks in her breath, intending to let out another scream, even louder than the last. But just as she is about to let loose with her scream, from the mist snakes a long tendril of smoke. It shoots straight for her face.

The war was only just beginning. Elle’s thoughts raced, her mind a blur of anger, betrayal, and raw grief. She had to find a way out of this—there was no other option. Her body burned with the need for action, but she was shackled, held by chains that seemed to mock her every attempt to break free. The cold metal bit into her wrists, a constant reminder of her imprisonment. The hybrid’s presence, still as unnerving as it was inhuman, only fueled her determination.

The new round of torture was soon to begin, I was sure. My mind kept wandering to Elodie, hoping that they were not torturing her the same way they were me. I opened my eyes and there, sitting chained to the chair across from me was Elodie. She looked as bad as I guessed that I did. She had cuts, bruises, and blood all over her. “Elodie”, I called to her. I tried not to be too loud because I didn’t want to alert anyone that I was awake. “Elodie”, I called a little louder. I heard her groan as she started to regain consciousness. When she finally looked up at me, I sighed in relief. “Oh, thank god Elodie, are you alright?” “I think so.” “We have to get out of here.” “The witch spelled the cha

I intoned as others joined in. We were ready to take the earth back, one place at a time. Hold on tight world, the Elites are coming.

As expected, Ellie began to act willfully again. "What's wrong?" Ellie was enraged when she noticed that all the generals had stopped moving. "Are you defying my orders?" she said as she pounded her fist on the table. As she spoke, she took out something and slowly raised it. "The tiger charm is here. Whoever dares to defy my orders will be killed." Ellie held King Astro's tiger charm tightly in her hand.

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

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.