Fantasy Chain Weapons Novels & Stories

the silver knight laughed when he threw a metallic chain laced with runes. It wrapped around Cicero like a snake, tying him up and holding him in place. It felt so heavy that it became harder for him to move around. “What is this!” He screamed in frustration at not being able to break free. The more he struggled, the tighter it got. And it wasn’t just a simple chain since he could not break it, no matter how much force and magic he used on it. “That, little one, is Draconian steel imbued with magic. You won’t be able to get out of that, even with your eastern magic,” the silver knight tells him.

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

The chain lengthened through the wizard’s spatial magic, it seemed infinite. Frustrated to find that she had been snagged by the weapon a second time. Chiri cursed as her slow movements were unable to avoid it again. Her opponent, not waiting for her to strike first this time, threw the chain towards her. Its links looping around Chiri’s ankle she attempted to shake them off, when another ensnared her wrist. Wrenching the limb above her head painfully, she writhed against their pull. Her struggle in vain, another length of the chains was entangled around the opposite wrist.

He felt it of course, curling his fingers until my thighs quivered. “Beg,” He demanded. “Please,” I gasped, voice cracking. “Please daddy, let me finish.” He chuckled, satisfied. He pulled his hand free again, smearing my wetness across my inner thigh. “Not tonight princess. Tonight you’ll understand just who owns you.” The chain around my neck loosened suddenly and the collar slipped into his palm. He pocketed the item, straightening his suit like nothing had happened while I was left trembling against the SUV.

The Moonlight Fairy's figure drifting into the distance crashed into the golden chains, and immediately rebounded. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The Moonlight Fairy raised her hand, and countless silvery beams of Chaotic Mists madly bombarded these golden chains. Her strength was extraordinary, and even more amazing when released to the full. Terrible waves of fluctuating energy emanated, and the chains making up those Chinese character inscriptions swayed, amidst clanging sounds of metals colliding, seemingly tangible. Yet these chains did not break.

I must have hit him quite sharply because it rendered him unconscious. “Now, let’s chain up the party!" I yelled in excitement. Let me tell you why I chose a chain out of everything as my weapon. In Ninjutsu, there is a weapon based on short, medium, and long-range attacks: the Kusari Kunai (plain terms: Chain Kunai). Of course, I am not as adept at using this sort of weapon as a Kusarigama (Chain Scythe). The chains reduce your speed and mobility quite considerably, and they are not suited for melee-type combatants like me. And besides, using it for long durations can make my arms sore, so I’d better wrap this up real quick.

Silver goes straight to the bones, and wolfsbane attacks the muscles and other tissues, like my brain, which currently feels like it’s been wrung out like a sponge. Pulling the tight chains forward to get a better look, I notice they don’t have the usual burn of silver, although they glow with a bright, silver-colored shine. Instead, runes glow a faint red as I turn the shackle from left to right, the fading sunlight illuminating the spellcraft holding it together. Ah, no wonder they didn’t bother with silver. These chains are spelled. Tugging with all my might, the chains creak from the strain but do not break. Even calling on my wolf and my new growing powers, the chains do not weaken or g

A loud roar erupted from my throat as black chains burst forth from the runes, aglow with red embers. I swung the chains forward and they coiled like snakes, impaling the first two men through the chest. I yanked both chains back, and their bodies were lashed across the cathedral, crashing into pillars with a wet crunch. The others screamed, keeping on with their charge. I spun around, thrusting one hand to the left and a cascade of chains burst forth from my hand, whipping across the air. One of the men raised his shield to block them, but the chains seared through it like butter and wrapped themselves around his neck. I pulled forward and his head flew off.

“It looks really angry.” “How can you say that it’s angry when that ‘thing’ doesn’t even have a face?” Tyrone answered with a smug smile, earning an eye roll from his wife. There were unbreakable chains on its bony ankles and wrists. Chains around its ribs and chains around the femur. And just to be cautious, the Hunters placed a collar on its spine. Even with the monster’s incredible and superhuman-like strength, it would not be able to break the chain so easily. For the chain was made from a melted black blade made by their Ancestors.

He stretched it from his pocket over to me and brushed that end along my wrist. I snatched it back. But not nearly quick enough. That chain swung around my wrist and sealed against itself in moments. I instinctively gripped the slack in it and began frantically yanking, but despite the chain’s deceptive thinness it was surprisingly strong. Unbreakable in-fact. I’d seen one like it before. I shot him an alarmed look. “Is this Archer’s?” Archer was like a brother to Gray and, like Gray, he was a royal with mixed blood. But Archer wasn’t half Hound as Gray was.