Fantasy Chain Weapons Novels & Stories

Please take these and use them well. I enchanted the shafts to be extremely strong, cut resistant, and self-healing. Further, I put a summoning spell on them. If you feed the tiniest, most miniscule amount of your deep mana into the wood, they will bond to you. Then you will be able to call them back to your hand after throwing them. I hope this means you will never be without a weapon. May Illuminar bless you both, Ale

"But the chain is starting to glow! We need more weight!" Félix lunged onto the deck, his emerald aura a roaring, white-hot fire that fought the geometric chill. He wasn't wearing his formal silks; he was back in the scarred leathers of the Rebel, his daggers dripping with the "Cold-Point" energy we had harvested in the Rift.

" A hand cloaked in black mist emerged from Shadow Guardian's sleeve as he clawed at the air in Sean's direction. The eight black chains hovering behind him shot forward with a fierce whooshing sound, aiming straight for Sean. These chains moved with lightning speed, crossing each other to seal off all of Sean's escape routes before stabbing down at him with deadly precision. Sean's eyes flickered as he observed the eight approaching chains. The Shadow Guardian's mastery of these chains was evident. The chains themselves were exceptionally sinister, especially the strange runes etched along their length. They exuded an eerie energy that made Sean's heart race with unease. Sean was against co

that focused on speed and agility, or defense. There seemed to be something for everyone here, but nothing caught Sheng Chen's eye. So he went back up to the top of the page and filtered the manuals according to his own likes, but he didn't really know what he himself was looking for. With that in mind, he filtered the manuals according to their popularity and selected the descending order to start from the least popular ones. The least popular manual was the "Chain Manual", where the user's weapon would be a chain itself. "No wonder no one chooses this one, who would fight with chains as their primary weapon, its creator must be a sadist," Sheng Chen thought to himself. But that was j

The weeks that followed our trip to the warehouse felt like a dream and a nightmare all at once. We moved through our days with a purpose, but each step brought us closer to something we couldn’t fully prepare for. Langford’s network was expanding, pulling us deeper into a world that was still full of ghosts and enemies. It wasn’t just about surviving anymore—it was about taking back control of our lives.

"So you've been here for what? Tens of million years? And no one came to relieve you?" "Yes, and it's all thanks to these chains forged from Stygian Iron. On the other hand, it is also a Sacred Relic that has helped to control the spread of the Poison of Fire." Chu Xun nodded quietly. It was true, he mused. The Stygian Iron-made chains were so cold that they could have easily frozen anything.

He is undeniably great at what he’s doing. “Aren’t you going to try yours? The sword and dagger are both yours from now on, Aparryll.” I stared at the chest. “All these weapons you have right now have the blessing from different fairies, gods, and goddesses. Those are made by fine iron, gold, diamonds, and parts of mythical creatures that I hunted myself.”

She took a deep breath and opened it gently. Inside the box laid an ornate weapon, no longer than five feet. From a quick look, Cassana could tell the handle was made of obsidian. A fine carving of wreathe with the shape of willow leaves twisted around the handle up to its arms. The upper and lower limbs, made of either holly or cedar, extended out from the handle to form an exquisite symmetrical arc that curved on its ends. A string made of sinew fiber stretched from one groove to the other, pulling the wood into shape, while seemingly emanating an ineffable hum.

Chapter nine Laura pov “I’m gonna fuck you so hard they’ll hear you screaming my name, Jett.” His thumb dragged across my lower lip, slow and rough. His wet mouth brushed my ear, my voice low and shaking. “I’m begging you… please.” He pulled back, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping. His eyes were black with fury and something even worse need. For a second, I thought he might lose it completely. Then, like a switch flipped, he reached up and unlocked the chains around my wrists.

I let out a tired breath before lowering my gaze. Silver. Dozens of silver-forged chains wrapped tightly around my wrists, ankles, chest, and neck, each link forged with tiny silver blades protruding inward, digging into my skin every time I moved even slightly. Blood stained the metal. Mine. The scent of wolfsbane immediately invaded my nose, along with mistletoe, thick and bitter in the back of my throat.