Eren Chained Up Novels & Stories

My body was failing. But I forced one more surge of heat. One last burst of power. The chain flared red-hot. Terri roared, throwing her entire weight into her final pull. CRACK. The last chain snapped. With a gasp, Terri stumbled forward, her legs shaking beneath her as the heavy metal links crashed onto the frozen floor. She was free!

"Interesting! You're one with an immortal. I wonder which python has been so infatuated with you to offer its own body!" Chad did not answer but forcibly activated his Immortal Unity, ready to evade any attacks at any moment. His initial confidence was long gone, especially when facing the cunning fox. "Are you avenging your sister? Do you want to know why she was kidnapped back then?" Third Granny's words piqued Chad's interest! Squelch! "An opening!" As soon as Chad relaxed, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and heard Third Granny's voice. "Are you stupid? If Marshawn didn't tell you, would I? What!"

Xurden woke up in a searing pain drilling his head. The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in the very middle of the dome underground. They tied his hands in golden chains attached to two dark pillars, making his wrist numb and burned. His skin had now red wounds. At the brief movement he made, he winced crazily. He couldn’t think of a way to free himself because the chains had drained all of his strength.

I couldn’t help but scream. I opened my eyes to see Ashley and Chris in front of me. The room wasn’t that bright, but I could see that Chris was dragging the whip with her. I grunted and tried to move, but my legs were stuck. I realized my hands and legs were chained, my hands were chained to the ceiling, and my legs were chained to the ground. My whole body was hurting.

I'm going to die here Moriah I've been here for days, or so I think. I don't really know how long it's been since Armaloth confined me to his catacombs. Not only that but I'm chained to a wall, like a wild animal. My neck is shackled with a metal chain that is hooked to the wall. It is so short that I can hardly lie on the floor to sleep without hanging myself.

They know this could fracture the pack, and they know who gets blamed if it does. Below, on the stone bench that serves as both pedestal and pillory, Wren Cade crouches. Her wrists are chained in front, silver links so tight they’re nearly flush with the bone. The skin beneath them is red and raw, nerves shot from the hours she’s already spent on display. I see the quiver in her thigh, the shiver she tries to hide. But when her eyes rise, there’s nothing but venom in the look she throws at the crowd.

The chains are hot to the touch, and I can feel my skin blistering as I struggle with the locks. "Come on, come on," I mutter, fumbling with the mechanisms. Sweat drips into my eyes, blurring my vision. The screams outside grow louder, more desperate. Finally, with a satisfying click, the first lock gives way. Cree's arm falls limply to his side, the skin beneath the chains raw and blistered. I move quickly to the next one, my fingers working more deftly now that I understand the mechanism. As I work, Cree's breathing becomes more labored. His eyes flutter, consciousness slipping away. "Stay with me," I plead, my voice cracking with emotion. "We're almost there."

the fortress will be a cage within a cage. I spend the hours pacing. Three steps forward. Three steps back. The chain clinks with every movement. It is a steady rhythm. It keeps me from losing my mind. I try to reach out to my wolf. She is quiet now. She is exhausted from the rejection. The bond is a dull throb in my chest. It is like a bruised muscle. It hurts to move. but I cannot ignore it. The door opens again in the afternoon. This time it is Vane. The Beta.

“You can’t outrun evolution, Sienna.” She rounds the final corner, and the concrete floor drops away into a massive, echoing loading bay. Transport vans are lined up, engines roaring. One of them is already accelerating toward the heavy exit gates. And inside that one—Kieran. He’s chained, collared in heavy silver, fighting the sedatives with every single scrap of life left in his body. His molten gold eyes snap toward her through the small, reinforced window of the back door. For one agonizing second, the mate bond goes so sharp it physically hurts to breathe.

I yelled, struggling against the restraints. After breaking into my room, the asshole had the audacity to knock me out and cuff me to a bed I didn't recognize. His cold eyes dragged over me slowly, taking in the restraints, the fear I couldn’t fully hide, the tremor in my hands. “You paid for one night,” he said calmly. “You didn’t pay to disappear.” I laughed, brittle and shaking. “Are you insane? Untie me right now or I swear…” “Or what?” he interrupted softly, stepping closer. “You’ll scream? You’ll call the police? Your guards?” His lips tilted faintly. “They’re busy. And you’re safe. For now.”