Forehead Chain Novels & Stories

Now he was attacking the same pack his daughters lived in, what was the reason for that? The more the questions dangled themselves in my mind, teased and taunted my brain, and challenged my intelligence, the more I felt a splitting headache threaten to divide my forehead into two. I dug my lower lip into my teeth to stifle my groan, while I raised my right hand to gently massage the creases on my forehead.

My forehead immediately twitched. Where am I? I tried to get up. I tried to straighten up but I felt something cold stick to my foot. I looked at it and there I saw a chain. Manong. . . Will he really kill us? I touched my whole body. There is no pain in its parts. It's just amazing why he didn't even beat me right away. I struggled to get out of the chain. Pull here. Pull there. But whatever I do, I didn't make it. As I tried to remove my hand, I heard a laugh at my side.

He added with a frown as he used his free hand to press the center of his forehead. His headache was killing him and all these pulling and pushing, screaming and shouting, worsened it. His head was literally going to burst and only her coffee could help him. A worried frown covered her face as soon as she saw the line of pain in his forehead. She quickly touched his forehead over his hand and looked at him worriedly. "What's wrong?" She asked in worry.

More will come. I looked at the chains, at the hairline cracks that hadn’t been there before. The first blow… and the first fracture.

I wrapped it around my fist and felt the links bite into my skin. "You wanted to see what I could do?" I brought the chain down across his face and felt his jaw shatter under the impact. The sensation traveled up the chain into my arm, a vibration that said bone breaking. He screamed and the sound came out wet and wrong through his ruined mouth. I hit him again. Aimed for his temple. The chain connected and his head whipped to the side. I saw blood and clear fluid leak from his ear.

A gray chain was birthed from those seals. The chain was the thickness of an infant's arms and was filled with dark red runes. A faint gray mist surrounded the chain. Looking at the chain, it looked like something a grim reaper would use. The chain had its own name, it was called the Soul Chain. Fane grabbed the chain and whipped it forward. There was a smack, and ripples were suddenly in the air. If he used his senses to feel it, he would be able to feel an incredibly destructive soul energy left behind.

I went to one of Hayden’s social pages I’d stumbled across before, scrolling through his throwback photos with trembling hands. And there it was. The chain. Exactly the one he’d shown me, hanging around his neck. I stared at it for an unhealthy, long stretch of minutes, my face burning. But this time, the tears refused to come, as if the heat had scorched every last drop in my tear ducts.

FEW DAYS LATER** Ben found himself immersed in his work throughout the day, surrounded by a sea of papers that seemed to grow with each passing hour. The relentless task at hand had taken a toll on him, manifesting in a throbbing pain that pulsed through his head and heavy eyes that begged for respite. Seeking a momentary escape, he leaned back in his swiveling chair, allowing his head to rest against its supportive surface. His fingers gently massaged his temples as he felt the persistent ache in his forehead. He brushed his hands through his face from his forehead down to his chin.

I frowned, pulled my body up as I sat up in the bed, then raised my hand towards the chain, grabbed it and tried yanking it with force off my neck but much to my frustration and disappointment, it didn't even budge. “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath, my eyes scanning the room as it suddenly hit me like a tidal wave. This stupid jewellery was spelled, just like the collar I had worn earlier. I touched the back of my neck, there, I felt the chain’s lock, it was tiny, fused with tiny wires that sparked when in contact with the skin.

he says, with a frown. "Oh....I'm so sorry about that," I apologize, feeling bad. I see the vein on his neck tick, all the muscles in his hands standing out as he grip the chain holding the seat in place, it rattling sound echoing the night. I know I had awaken a memory that is better left alone.