Manacled Novels & Stories

The audience has now become noisier than ever with heated discussions; most of them have emptied their pouches. Three out of the four are mercenaries. Somehow they look more vicious than others who are in the hall, not because of their huge wings and horns, but because of something in their expressions. They look cruel and yet, the one who intimidates her is neither of them but the one who is heavily chained. He has manacles on his wrists, ankles, and an iron collar on his neck. One mercenary was holding the chain that is connected to the collar. He is half-naked like other people who have been auctioned, only wearing a pair of tight, long black pants.

he mind-links me. "Yeah..sure," I said, and he moves closer. Jordan's POV I have to ask her for permission. ‘Damon’, is going crazy. "Let's go to mate." "We rejected her, remember?" I say. "She did not accept the rejection; she's still our mate." "But.." "Mate, now," I sigh and move closer, but her wolf growls. Nala might've been okay with me, but her wolf is definitely not okay with me. "Is your wolf okay with me staying beside you?" I mind-link her.

Her cheeks burned badly from the strong slap. "I'm really going to f**k you until I get my satisfaction. It's been so long since I f****d someone. I never had the guts to f**k my girlfriend, she's too good enough to torture..." The man mumbled with an evil grin. He began to caught Hannah's waist and thrusted his steely hard m*****d. He plunged on her hard and rough.

My throat tightened, my eyes blurring with tears. How ironic I thought we might meet the same fate. The crowd suddenly became quite, heavy footsteps echoed , descending down, I looked up as the chief walked heavily dressed with fur and gold, each step he took I grow more tense, my heart quicken beating rapidly like a drum. His shrewd like face came into view, with slagging cheek he smirked as he stared at me. I looked at him with hatred, his eyes held wicked glint, I looked away, gritting my teeth. He had the right to take my life or inflict unbearable pain at me only for his own sick pleasure. I wanted it over, taking large gulps I breathed in.

“A word that you will use when your utmost tolerances have been reached. We use yellow for approaching limits, and red for immediate stop.” “What’s wrong with no and stop? Works for everyone,” Raven tugged against the bindings holding his arms over his head. His shoulder muscles were beginning to complain about the strange posture. She had tied him in such a way that it required active use of his muscles to hold his hands above him, it was not so tight that the cuffs took the weight of his arms, and not so loose that he could rest his hands on his head. He had no doubt that it was deliberate and wondered how she had known so precisely what to do.

"Amanda!" Marc got my attention, causing me to turn around and get distracted. The next thing I knew, someone covered my mouth with a handkerchief, but he failed to make me unconscious right away. I fought; I can fight with my bare hands, but he can, too. Fists and kicks because I dropped the gun I was holding, but then he picked it up and immediately pointed it at me. "Try to move or scream. I'll turn your brain into corned beef. Hands in the air, bitch."

Demien announced before swiftly vanishing with Keilah. His henchman shot me a feral snarl before darting out the door in pursuit. I continued to strain against the chains with all the might of my alpha willpower. Every fiber of my being screamed in protest as I fought against the unyielding metal, the veins in my arms bulging with exertion.

She tried to push him away, but his grip on her thighs only tightened. "Let it go, bunny. I can feel you close." Manik growled. His voice demanded submission. Nandini found herself surrendering to him without any protest, unable to resist the primal need that Manik had awakened within her. His strong fingers wrapped around her wrists, pinning them to the bed. "Let's have more fun." Manik spoke in a deep and commanding voice. He released her wrists only to tie them securely to the bedpost. Her legs were spread wide, leaving her exposed and vulnerable under his predatory gaze.

He didn’t even take his time to catch his breath at first and instantly went to business. Struggling to keep his limbs together, from behind, Manuel aggressively untied the man’s necktie in his suit, almost choking him to death. He used that cloth to bind his limbs together. Then, Manuel stood on his feet and forcefully had his body face up to him, reflecting the moon’s light onto his pale skin.

“It hurts… please… make it stop.” Panic twisted in my gut. Rowan suddenly looked at me. “The dungeon.” “What?” “No windows, solid steel, soundproof. It’s our only option. If she shifts, no one in the village will see or hear it.” I nodded once, already lifting Maya into my arms as gently as I could. Her skin burned like fire against mine. “I’m sorry,” I murmured to her. “Hold on just a little longer.” --- We dragged the old chains from the stone walls, fastening the thick cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She whimpered, her breath ragged, sweat slicking her forehead. The dark vines from her mark now reached her collarbone.