Flaming Chains Novels & Stories

Why did they open the chains? Are they taking her somewhere? With so many questions in her mind, she looked at the four faces. Only if her mouth wasn't sealed. One of them suddenly stepped forward and grabbed both of her wrists pulling them up as he once again chained her wrists together. The same black flame oozed out of it. These chains belonged to that little maiden but this flame belongs to Evandros. She blankly stared at her chained wrists when one of them grabbed her left arm and yanked her forward.

A vast consciousness moving through the bond like living fire. The creature's gaze remained fixed on him. Then something impossible happened. For the first time since emerging from the earth— it smiled. Not mockingly. Not cruelly. Sadly. The expression looked wrong on something so enormous. So ancient. Yet somehow it made my stomach twist harder than any threat could have. "I do not lie, Flamebearer." The clearing shook. The words carried power now. Reality itself bending around the sound. "The chains were forged for two." Damion stepped forward.

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.

The Phantom Flame was birthed from the condensed resentment of countless trapped souls and was a force of terrifying destruction. Once it latched onto its target, extinguishing it was impossible. Marais had spent centuries cultivating just a fragment of this flame. Now, using it against Chase was both his ultimate weapon and revenge. "Have you finished rambling, you old fart?" Chase's cold voice cut through the air. "What?" Marais froze, confused by Chase's tone. "I asked if you were done," Chase repeated as his icy eyes locked onto Marais. Golden light radiated from Chase's body like a blazing sun. His hand lashed out in a sudden motion.

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.

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.