Forehead Chain Novels & Stories

Reid asked looking at Alexander who shrugged. Just then, Ezra came back with a collarlock. It had a Png chain at the end, it was the one I saw at the dungeon which was used to hold the hunters then. Immediately after I saw it, a pain bit my belly and I felt sick instantly from the inside. Alexander came to me, he stood behind me and stabled me from falling. “Are you okay?” he asked, I raised my head and saw everyone staring at me. “Yeah, I just felt dizzy suddenly.” I held my forehead, they nodded their heads and we looked back at the chains. As I stared at it, my headache worsened therefore I looked away from it.

♕—Delilah His cold threat filled me with dread and then I heard the forlorn jangling of the metal chains, breaking my heart completely. I meekly raised my head from the bed and glanced back at him from over my shoulder. Lorenzo stood in front of the door, his raging eyes fixated on me and a long metal chain was in his hand, not it wasn't just an ordinary metal chain, it was an old ball and chain that is used for the prisoners. It had a heavy iron ball attached to the metal shackle for the ankle with a long chain.

The chain that's attached to was engraved with eccentric designs up and down the chain. It was breathtaking and I loved it. I put it around my neck and looked at myself in the cracked mirror. I can't hold back the smile that comes to my face. Im so grateful for Ferro, my only friend. My moment of happiness was short lived when I was mindlinked by Roman "Shadow my office now." He sure knows how to f**k up my mood. FERRO'S POV I watched Shadow enter the house with a smile on my face. I really do hope she likes her birthday gift.

The gold and silver chains crossed each other on both hands, and a kind of evil spirit rushed toward them. "Zephyr Khan... you're amazing! My silver chain is rare to see. You're one of the few people who can force me to use it!" "Silver Chain?" He looked at the silver chain in Dongfang Xiao's hand. The faces of Feng Canyun and the others changed slightly. "Rumor has it that Dongfang Xiao has two chains, and most of them are fighting with golden chains. It is said that golden chain of Dongfang Xiao is not the strongest, but a silver chain. But no one knows the specific appearance of this silver chain..."

The shine his eyes held once were empty. I was trembling. "T-this c-can't be real!" I gulped. Ignoring all my fear, I ran to the door. But I forgot that still I was chained like an animal. As a result, I stumbled and straight fell on the floor. My forehead hit the cold and hard surface of the dirty floor. Pain spread through my forehead. My forehead was throbbing in pain. Slowly, I sat up and touched my forehead. When I saw my fingers, these were stained red. I was bleeding.

In the center of the room stood Marcus. He was leaning against a high table, his back to us, but the moment we stepped in, his head turned sharply. His eyes gleamed with a cold, calculating intensity that made my skin crawl. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, as if he were measuring every part of me—every weakness, every flaw, every secret.

At the same time, the heavy chains around her wrists tightened, biting into her skin as if responding to the tension in the air. The fracture had awakened. And it was listening.

A lump formed in my throat, choking off my words. I forced a small smile. "I know." That was all I could manage to say. He frowned and gently brushed his fingers over the stitches. "Does it hurt?" he asked. "You've always had a low pain tolerance." My nose stung. I took a deep, shaky breath, fighting back the wave of emotion. "I'm fine." The words were a struggle to get out. "I'll give you the Moonlight Gem necklace again at the ceremony. We'll do it right, then."

Fresh scratches mar the stone around the anchor plates, like something—or someone—pulled too hard on them. My stomach tightens. I step closer to one of the chains. The cuff attached to it is heavy when I lift it. Too heavy for a human. My fingers curl around the metal. It’s cold and rough, edges worn down by friction. I test the weight, let it fall. The thud echoes through the room, too loud. I flinch, then immediately freeze. Nothing moves. Okay. Breathe. Just breathe, Eris. I move to the next chain. This one is higher—shoulder level. Meant for restraining someone standing. My thumb brushes over a notch where the bolt meets the wall. The stone is cracked around it, four jagged marks dug dee

he asked as I returned to his side. “Taking care of you,” I replied simply, beginning to gently wipe the perspiration from his forehead and face. I knelt beside him again and began to gently clean the perspiration from his forehead and face. The coolness seemed to provide immediate relief as his eyes fluttered closed and some of the terrible tension in his jaw eased. “This is madness,” he murmured, but he didn’t pull away from my touch. “You should be terrified of me right now.” “I am terrified,” I admitted, moving the cloth carefully around the silver chains that had left angry marks at every point where they touched his skin. The chains were hot to touch so I avoided them as much as I coul