Flaming Chains Novels & Stories

-"Helion?! Please stop! You are hurting yourself." -"Oh my God, this is not good." "Anyone with water?!" Most were trying to help while some just stared blankly. Everyone acting according to their reaction towards panic. My muscles became stiff as if my tendons was growing apart from my bones, the chains got hotter by the minute but I couldn't decipher which was burning up; my hands or the chains? There was a rush of strength in me, I couldn't contain my being. In the next minute, the chains clamping my wrists began to glow. A cobalt-blue rays as though it was being subjected to an oxy-ethylene fire except it was without oxygen.

“But I’ll make damn sure there’s nothing left of you first.” He lunged again, this time wrapping me in his shadows, chains of smoke tightening around my limbs. They burned cold, numbing, trying to smother my fire. Then I roared, and the blaze erupted outward. The chains burst like brittle twigs, golden fire ripping through his shadows, catching his fur alight. He shrieked, staggering back, rolling to smother the flames. I didn’t give him time. I crashed into him, claws tearing, fangs snapping, the world nothing but fire and shadow and blood.

Enzo’s fangs sank deep into Malrik’s shoulder, tearing through flesh. Malrik screamed, his voice shaking the chamber. But instead of retreating, he clutched Enzo’s throat with one hand, chanting rapidly. Black chains materialized, slithering like serpents from the ground. Enzo tore away, but the chains were faster. They coiled around his limbs, snapping tight with crushing strength. He fought, muscles bulging as he tried to break free, but each chain burned with cursed power, searing his skin, weakening his force.

Paige spins around, eyes wide, screaming. “You’ll pay for this if she escapes!” Her voice cuts through the chaos. “I assure you, Paige,” I shout back, teeth gritted, “you’ll regret underestimating me!” I leap, grabbing the chains. Pain explodes across my palm, white-hot, and a piercing scream tears from my lips. The metal sears like fire, but I don’t let go. My fingers tighten around it, determination burning hotter than the pain. I won’t let this hold me back.

The cuffs remained around my wrist, but the chain had snapped. Men spilled into the room, led by Kendon who wore a victorious grin. Orion threw out his hands, unleashing threads of cerulean flame woven with bands of glittering darkness. They pierced the hearts of several men, sending blood splattering along the walls. I devoured their pain and the agonized screams they unleashed. I grabbed at the bars, forcing my weight against the cage. Another crack of metal breaking sounded, alerting me to the fact that Draco had snapped his chain as well.

Malia Placing the flowers on Sebastion's tombstone I sat down from across after laying a blanket on the grass and began holding my necklace. "Hey bash, I'm sorry for not coming by sooner I was supposed to come a couple of weeks ago but you know me, I was so tired I mistakenly slept all day" I chuckled "I ended up going to the club that same night and ended up leaving with someone, I couldn't tell you who he was because I don't even know but I do remember him having a tattoo on his chest. It was pretty cool actually; it was an angel with burning wings falling. But anyway, my last day at Firehouse 12 was the other day, I start at the new station tomorrow as the head paramedic, apparently, I wa

Fragments of moments, small but real, rising like sparks in the dark. “They are not chains,” Mia whispered through gritted teeth. Her voice rose, shaking. “They are the reason I fight.” The pendant erupted. A column of white fire burst skyward, splitting the chamber roof. Fragments of stone rained down, half dissolved before they struck the ground. The echoes staggered, their forms blurring. Damian’s reflection shrieked. Lysandra’s stumbled in the flames. Kael’s fractured at the edges. Eryx’s chains splintered, buying him a desperate gasp of freedom.

Colter had casted this magic and targeted them; he was only waiting for Dyron’s signal. He felt his rage build now as the dark energies in him thrashed, he exerted more energy into his thoughts and the flames grew larger. To the king and Colter’s amazement, they were still alive, in pain, but still alive. Their screams would be horrifying to anyone who might have heard it, but Dyron was simply laughing, basking in the pain and misery they were inflecting at his now used up servants. Colter had casted ‘Chimera Flames’ at them, it was a fire that would cause utmost pain to its victim but will not kill them immediately, hence granting them a slow and excruciating death.

They sang. Every corner of the realm shimmered with rebirth. Emily was not just a queen. She was a revolution wearing a crown. They brought Dama with them, holding his little hands in theirs as he toddled between them. The boy was growing quickly — bright-eyed and curious, asking questions about everything he saw. “Why do we burn the chains, Mama?” he asked one morning, his voice high and clear. Emily knelt down and brushed a lock of hair from his face. “Because chains should never touch the skin of the innocent. We burn them so they can never hurt anyone again.”

The first floor had collapsed and just like that, marble and chandeliers and velvet rugs had turned to rubble. My body was flung backward from the force, my lungs closing in on dust and smoke. I would have hit the ground if Alec’s arm hadn’t wrapped around me, yanking me to his chest as debris thundered down where I had been standing just moment before. Chaos erupted inside. Men shouted in a dozen accents, chairs crashed, women shrieked. Guns were drawn oj instinct, shadows moving fast against the blaze. Somewhere, Stacy screamed Damian’s name. Somewhere else, I heard Skye’s high-pitched cry of terror.