Flaming Chains Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was no ground. The room fell away. The scent of silver singed my throat. My ears rang with a low chant—one I couldn’t understand but felt like I should. Chains rattled out of rhythm. My skin prickled like it wanted to slough itself off. I was burning. Or being remembered. Flames licked the edges of vision. Stone turned to bone. The scent of silver blistered the air. Chains hung from the ceiling, soaked in spit and ash and sweat. The Pit’s walls moaned.

It wasn't long before I started running that she gave chase again. Luckily, I got to the cave, and the chain was lying on the ground. I dived to touch it. I fell on the chain, and my mother's wolf grabbed my leg and turned me around. I held on to the chain even though it burned, ready to throw it at her, and she clawed at my left eye. I closed my eyes, but she tore the skin on my eyelid and part of my cheek. She was about to reach for my throat when I threw the chain around her wolf's neck.

A huge burning flames like hell was what that could be seen. It appeared as if the flames were fiery, as they roared with a very bright hue, burning widely and enveloping the whole place..... In the middle of the fiery flames, a silhouette that gave out a feminine shape could be seen. It was unknown who the silhouette was, but it was evident, she was in an unbearable condition. She was chained and seemed to be burning! She yelled and cried out loudly, her voice screaming of nothing but despair and misery! She could feel the heat of the flames like hell, burning her skin, almost close to melting it, which was so agonizing to her.

My voice cracked, pleading for her to understand. But Lily, my dearest friend, cowered away from me, her eyes filled with fear and loathing. "Don't let her touch me!" she wailed, pretending to be in agony. "It burns, it burns whenever she comes near!" I felt the ropes tighten around my wrists as the pack members surrounded me, their eyes cold and unyielding. "No!" I struggled, my voice hoarse. "You have it all wrong! Please, just listen to me!"

I watched neon lights flicker against the rain-streaked windows, the reflections of people moving through the streets like ghosts. “Where are we going?” I finally asked. Damien was silent for a moment before answering. “Somewhere safe.” I almost laughed. Safe? That word had never meant anything to me. “You still don’t trust me,” he observed. “Should I?” I countered. He smirked but didn’t reply. Instead, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with flick of his silver lighter. The glow illuminated his face for a brief second, casting sharp shadows across his jawline.

Trayaksh wished to give her the freedom which she was longing for since an eternity but only if he knew that the blurred lines of their past were still chaining them with the tragic thread of destruction which was bound to be the eternal truth of their story. And love between them was beyond impossible as his past sins had already broken the bonny fantasy which she once had woven inside her sterling heart. But here she was, still chained in the blurred and dark past. Chained inside those blurred yet tormenting nine years during which the darkness seeped inside the deepest of her parts making her hollow. Nothing was left for her except the blurred chains of past holding her down and captivati

And because of that, when I learned about her through Foster Group, I pushed myself to study desperately just so I could stay by her side. I was a fool. How could I have mistaken Brandon for her? How could I have hurt Daniella like that… … No matter what, I refused to take Brandon to see Daniella. He lost his mind and smashed up a bunch of things in my house. I slapped him twice. That seemed to snap him out of it. Then he grabbed me by the throat again, his bloodshot eyes glaring at me. "It's all your fault. You killed Daniella!" I admitted it.

Yet my body moved without hesitation, compelled by a force older than fear, older even than the name First Flame. When I lifted the lid, a rush of air swirled out, hot and fierce, as though the box itself exhaled after centuries of silence. Inside lay a pendant shaped like a flame, forged of molten silver that shimmered as though alive. The chain glowed faintly, burning without fire, and I felt my veins ignite the moment my eyes locked onto it. Angela’s gasp barely reached me as the pendant rose from the box on its own, hanging in the air between us, waiting.

**Disclaimer/Trigger Warning** This chapter contains an explicit depiction of torture involving cutting. If this is a trigger, please skip to the end of the chapter. **** My feet dangle above the hard floor as my wrists begin to ache from the metal cuffs digging into my skin. My voice is going hoarse from screaming for help. As I hear heels click on the marble floor, my heart stops. The fluorescent lights flicker to life casting a blinding light that makes me pinch my eyes closed. When I slowly open them, I see Jessica, Heidi, and Lenore, standing before my suspended frame.

“Then let’s burn together, Elena. I’ll protect you as much as I can. I swear it.” Elena felt her orgasm building fast and dangerously intense. Her thighs trembled with effort, her inner walls clenching tightly around his thick length as she rode him with desperate need. Every grind sent powerful jolts through her swollen clit and deep inside her core. “I’m so close,” she moaned, grinding harder and faster. The slick, wet heat between them felt obscene and perfect. “Fuck, Marcus, I’m about to—” The lecture hall door suddenly creaked open loudly, the sound cutting through the air like a gunshot.