Heart In Chains Novels & Stories

She waited. Her heart pounded in her chest from the built up anxiety and panic. Her body felt feverish, as if someone put her in an oven to roast her alive. And yet, she waited. Her thighs still trembled from the orgasmic aftermath. Juices still streamed down in her inner thighs. Still, she waited. If not for her loud heartbeat, the silence would have left her ears ringing. She shifted her heavy gaze left and right, but to no avail. As long as she was in chains, she would never feel freedom again.

Broken Chains The silver cuffs around Marcus’s wrists popped open like ice cracking on a winter pond, just like that, no warning, no ceremony. Holy energy, rolling up from the guts of the castle, fried the corrupted metal and sizzled away the poison tubes jammed into his arms. Steam hissed, chains hit the ground with a sparkly little crash, and suddenly he was free.

Ghost stood up and walked closer and fiddled with the chains that bound me, and I felt the power they had. An icy shiver ran down my spine. "Why do you think these chains are so strong? Just because of your power and what you learned from Soren?" Ghost laughed low, ironically. I sit on the floor and look at the handcuffs that bind me, they are shiny, like the purest silver, at least at first glance, but I pay closer attention and see a black thread between the silver. The reality is heavy, and I feel it in my body, making me bend over, feeling a pain in my chest. It's like threads that invade my heart little by little and then start to take over everything.

Fighting. No, I said. The shadow tilted its head. No? I am not lost, I said. And neither are they. I pulled against the chains. They did not break. But the bond blazed. Four heartbeats. One purpose. The chains shattered. The shadow screamed. I grabbed the Kingslayer and drove it into the heart on the pedestal.

A lineage of crossings and returns, of loves that had reached across the boundary, of hands that had refused to let go, of voices that had spoken names into the dark and had demanded, not asked, that the dark answer. The Chain was not hers. It had never been hers. It was a collective inheritance, a cumulative wager, a treasury of refused surrenders. Every soul who had ever crossed the valley and returned had added a link. Every soul who had loved someone back from the mouth of extinction had deposited a cowrie in this vault. Every whispered *stay*, every held hand in a hospital room, every prayer that had no god but had will, every refusal to accept the finality of a closed door—these had be

“That's a bad idea, Celine” Emily advised. Celine didn't heed, she barged into the house with her house pounding. She would rather go in than stay out waiting for a miracle. Celine's heart skipped a beat as she slid the doorknob, she takes a quiet step in and the door shut behind her. She knew this was a trap, but it was too late to turn back now. She stood frozen, she gasps when she sighted Henry, Helen, and Erickson in chains, and then her hawkish gaze moved back at David.

The city was quiet again, at least on the surface. Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance, a reminder that chaos still bled through the streets, but up on the rooftop, the world seemed strangely still. Cass leaned against the low wall, the night air brushing cold against her damp skin. Her fingers wouldn’t stop twitching, the phantom press of the knife handle still etched into her grip. Every time she blinked, she saw his face—the calm, taunting smile, and the way his words had dug under her skin.

"My husband? Have you accompanied me to a single renatal checkup? Have you ever touched the child in my belly even once? Don't you feel guilty saying this? Take a good look at what you're actually holding in your arms!" As my words fell, Jane's heart sank. She finally understood why I had remained so calm even while being slandered. What was wrapped in that bundle might not even be a child at all. Seeing Declan reaching out to unwrap the bundle, her face changed drastically as she shouted, "Don't!"

That night, when she heard Jameson walk away and watched the video that was sent, she thought her heart would shatter beyond repair. However, despite the sorrow and pain, she survived. After enduring enough pain, she got used to it.

Except they were chained and fucked. One after the other, I took out all five hearts, hoping the afterlife won't be as kind to them.