Ellie In Chains Novels & Stories

I couldn't remember feeling trapped this much before, while that silent scream echoed in my mind. Elvis is here, with all the memories of who I used to be and who I could have become. Now, in this gilded cage called my marriage, I wonder if I will ever be free. There, at least.

And the world dissolved. Not into darkness—into red. A crimson filter bled across everything Damian saw, thick and pulsing like a heartbeat that wouldn't stop. The study vanished. The fire vanished. Nathan and Rowan and everything familiar—gone. He was somewhere else. Somewhere wrong. People hung upside down from the ceiling. Rows of them. Dozens. Their faces swollen with blood, their eyes glassy with pain that had gone beyond suffering into something else—something beyond. Chains bit into their ankles. Their arms dangled uselessly below them, fingers twitching with the last remnants of nerve impulses.

As I am pushed down onto the ground, I hear a growl from the other side of the vast space, a growl I recognise, it's followed by a bark as the men still have a hold of my wrists, "Get your fucking hands off my mate!" He snaps as the man's hands are replaced with shackles, my hands hit the floor from the surprising weight of them. The cold of the metal sends cold shivers up my spine as goosebumps form on my arms, making my hairs stand on ends. "Elias!" I call out, now just able to make out his shape in the shadowy darkness. "Chilli!" His voice rings out, followed by a metallic sound, clanging together, he must be chained up like me. Soon that sound is lost as a cackling laughter fills the air

“Unless you want to embarrass yourself in there.” Ellion hesitated. “I know what I’m doing,” Sorrian added smugly. “Trust me.” Against his better judgment, Ellion followed him. The moment they entered Sorrian’s room, the door locked behind him. Ellion barely turned around before Sorrian grabbed him hard and shoved him into a chair. “What the fuck—” Metal clinked loudly. Ellion froze as cold cuffs snapped around his ankles. “Sorrian!” Before he could react further, chains wrapped around his torso, pinning him tightly against the chair. His arms were left free enough to move, but not enough to escape.

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

it made me feel much better that she would be with me as I did. I swallowed hard and gave her the tiniest nod to show I understood. “I thought he told you two to get out!” The other man barked impatiently. As we stepped out of the car, I noticed Ellie subtly slipping her hand into her purse, fingers curling around something small and cylindrical. The dim lighting made it hard to see exactly what it was, but I knew better than to believe it was anything harmless. After getting out of the car, we faced our captors, the cool night air prickling my skin. Ellie squared her shoulders and scoffed, “You won’t get away with this.”

My wrists were shackled high above my head, and the chains clinked with the faintest movement, pulling at my skin. Elias was chained on the opposite wall, his face pale and drawn, but his eyes still holding that faint spark of defiance. Rochelle looked back at us one last time, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "I’m going to break you both. Slowly. But don’t worry," she added with a laugh, "Kelly will finish the job." The door slammed shut with a deafening bang, leaving us in the suffocating darkness. The silence that followed was thick with the weight of our shared suffering. I could hear Elias breathing shallowly, his body too broken to even take in a full breath.

The crowd parted, making way for them. The uniformed federal agents walked straight over, looked at me, then at Declan. "We received a report that there's a spy here. Who made the report?" Declan raised his hand. "It's me! I'm reporting former military officer, Sierra Marks, for colluding with foreigners and corresponding with them! This child and the letters at my house are all evidence!" The federal agent frowned slightly and waved his hand. "Arrest them!"

This causes the chains to rattle. Ellie admitted long ago she was strong, but not strong enough to take on Millicent alone. That’s why she needed more elementals to help her. “Shit, they’re the ones that need backup,” I said, shaking the gates again, needing to get inside. Layla came up with the solution: “Melt the damned chains.” She instructed. Without hesitation, I grabbed hold of the large chains and focused on what I needed to do. “Burn,” I screamed, knowing it was going to take some intense heat to melt the links.

There was no way out; Elise could barely think, and Markus' wicked laugh echoed across the room as she looked up at the monster. “You fucking monster, I will kill you!” Elise raged; the cell rattled from her anger as she pulled on her chains and tried to shift again, but her silver chains reacted, causing an unbearable burning shock down her body. He wasn’t lying about the pain from the chains. “You better respect the boss, you little bitch!” One of Newman's men rushed forward, putting his hand into the cell to grab Elise, but he’d never expected her retaliation as her teeth latched harder on his hand, grappling his fingers with her teeth till they heard a grotesque crunch.