Flaming Chains Novels & Stories

The candles flickered wildly as if caught in a wind that didn’t exist. A chill slithered up my spine. My body tensed as a strange sensation passed through my whole body like something was crawling under my skin. My fingers twitched involuntarily, my wrists straining against the chains. The chanting grew louder. Something was happening to me. Pain. It struck suddenly, like a dagger stabbing through my chest. My back arched off the platform, and a strangled scream tore from my lips. The fire spread through my veins, scorching me from the inside. My skin burned, my muscles clenched, and my bones felt like they were being crushed under an unseen

On the other side of the horizon, The mysterious man, The night in Italy was colder than usual, a sharp contrast to the heat of my rage. The moment I learned Amira had defied my warnings and gone to see Ryan, I felt the familiar surge of anger coursing through my veins, the kind that made me feel alive, made me feel in control. I had warned her, threatened her, yet she still defied me. Her stubbornness would be her downfall, but not yet. No, I wasn’t ready to let her go that easily.

They’re flung across the hall, crashing into the wall with bone-cracking force. Someone fires. I twist, the chain spinning like a fiery shield, melting the bullet midair. Movements sharp, clean, too fast for thought. I strike again, the chains carving arcs of fire through the smoke. Each impact lights the darkness in brief, violent bursts, sparks raining, shadows fleeing. One man lunges with a blade, but I catch it in my chain’s mouth, twist, and pull. The weapon melts between my flames. He barely has time to scream before the heat swallows him.

There were sharp thorns growing on the chains' lengths. Ferlah swiped her hand towards Purple Smoke and all of her powerful tentacles were storming forth, eager to crush the opponent's body. The attack almost took off Purple Smoke's neck if she hadn't swung herself to the side with the help of her chains. However, those chains were unfortunately pulverised into ashes as Purple Smoke used them to protect herself, the reason why they failed to escape from Ferlah's wrath.

Stone lifted, shattered, and spun into the storm. Adrien roared, shoving his hand forward, summoning every shred of his Dominion-forged strength. Chains of searing flame burst from the ground, coiling up toward Liora, wrapping around her ankles, her wrists, her waist. They glowed so brightly the air screamed, molten against the impossible energy she exuded. She jerked violently, her glowing eyes widening as the chains held her. For a moment, just a moment, her small voice broke through the chaos.

This gave the people from the mysterious force hiding in the dark the opportunity they had been waiting for. Energy chains appeared in their hands one after another. These chains connected them, and that was not its only function. Right after Philip's chimera claws went through the diabolic cultists, these chains wrapped around Philip. Philip glared at those people coldly. These people were too naive to think that these energy chains could trap him. Philip's body suddenly swelled up. The flames on Philip's body burned, and the energy chains started to sizzle. There was a burst of creaking sound, and the energy chains had obviously reached their limits.

Panic surges through me as I struggle against the chains, their burning touch searing my fur and sending waves of agony coursing through my body. Desperation claws at my mind as I frantically seek a way to break free from my restraints, but each tug only serves to tighten the chains around me, locking me in place with merciless efficiency. I whimper in pain as the chains dig into my flesh, leaving deep wounds that bleed freely onto the ground below.

He tapped his chin as he took the items of torture from the bag, lining them neatly on the cot for Derrek to see. “Don’t worry, it’ll only last as long as Klara’s torture… What was it? Eleven years?” Marc stated as his hand trailed over the objects. “I helped her!” panic clutching at Derrek’s voice. “Yes well, what you call help. I call rape.” Marc picked up one of the pairs of knuckle dusters, these had no silver, they just hurt with their claw imitation. “What do we think?” He slipped them on approaching Derek. “I think you’re fucking crazy!” He struggled in the chair which caused his wrists to sizzle and burn as they touched the cuffs.

I hated the wet sound his fingers made every time they sank deeper. “Still think you don’t want this?” Raymond asked against my ear. He scissored his fingers hard. I choked on a moan. “I hate you,” I got out between clenched teeth. “I know.” He added a third finger. The stretch burned sharper. My thighs started shaking. “Doesn’t stop your cock from dripping or your ass from sucking me in.”

The guard hissed as a howl rang out, and I let out a deep breath of annoyance through my nose as he locked my chains to a hook in the wall before racing out of the room, not wanting to miss the action. Wrapping my hands around the few inches of chains I had between my wrists, I hissed as the skin of my palms and fingers began to burn and pulled with all my strength frantically. I needed to get out of here before the guard came back, but my head was feeling fuzzy, and my vision was becoming slightly blurred. “Come on!” I begged, yanking again before pausing to look for something near that I could use for leverage, but there was nothing. The only thing that looked like it would work was a fire