Ellie In Chains Novels & Stories

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.

She had imagined that after having my child switched and being framed as a spy, I should have been shocked and scared. Instead, I stared at her with an unwavering gaze, as if I had already seen through every ounce of her lies. Jane had a bad feeling about it. Her eyes fell on the bundle that Declan was holding, and a chill ran down her spine. She realized that the baby had been strangely quiet the entire time. She tugged on Declan's sleeve, just about to speak, when a commotion erupted outside. "We're federal agents. Please step aside, everyone!"

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.

It opened up to an old staircase filled with cobwebs and anything dirty you could think of. She made her way through different channels underground but still could not spot athing. It was also too dark to see clearly, only supporting herself to the wall. She had walked for almost ten minutes when she heard the sound of chains. She immediately turned around to a small compartment and saw what looked like a person tied up in a chain huddled up in a corner. "You finally came my dear," came the tired voice from the woman. Elise was shocked at this and moved closer, her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and could now see.

But the leader clamped his mouth shut, his jaw tight. Ellie appeared in the doorway, her small hand clutching Elara’s mother’s journal. The phoenix mark on her chest glowed faintly, casting red light over the stone walls. “He’s scared. Of the lady. Of the cave.” The leader’s eyes widened, and he pulled against the chains, his face contorted with rage. “You shouldn’t be able to do that. No child should wield such power. It’s unnatural.” “Natural,” Ellie said, stepping into the cell. She held up the journal, her golden eyes blazing. “Mamma’s book says fire is family. Like me and Mamma. Like the pack.”

"Don't think you can escape me. I told you, I have a system. You'll never get away." The officers later informed me that she would be held for 15 days. Yet, I thought that was nowhere near enough. After all, my entire life and work were rooted here. I was not about to abandon everything just because of some so-called system.

“Shit,” Ellie muttered under her breath, watching the man restrained against the wall inside the next room. Every time she sneaked into the viewing room it depressed her but she couldn’t stay away. She knew he couldn’t see her through the two-way glass and yet he seemed to be looking right at her. Her gaze skimmed over his bare chest and the straining muscles of his well-defined physique. His large biceps bunched while he pulled on the chains, rage evident on his features as he fought them.

He said as he stopped pulling at his chains and looked over at me. "What..?" I replied in a whisper, thinking he heard someone. "Ellie, you might not feel it right now, but your still in the process of turning... it's just the early stages". "Okaaay... what does that mean?" "It means that if anyone can rip these chains off, it's you! You're called a newborn Ellie, so you're going to have more strength during your turning phases than you'll ever have!" "But... but I've tried, they're not coming off!".

"We're different people. You can punish her some other way, but... please don't kill her. Spare her." My eyes stay low. I don't dare meet his. "Your wish," he says with a lazy shrug. That's all it takes. Ella drops like a sack of potatoes, gasping for air. Before she can crawl away, he snaps his fingers. White glowing chains burst from the floor like they were waiting all this time. They coil around her-torso, wrists, ankles-locking her in a glowing cocoon. Ella's scream echoes as the chains tighten and in a flash of white smoke-