Moonlight In Chains Novels & Stories

You climb back into the truck with your stuff. “Drive, hurry.” You beg him. It's getting later and later, it's almost midnight and it's a full moon again, you must get Nate out of the moonlight as soon as possible. You arrive at the cave, you wrap an arm around Nate, blood is staining his clothes, he's weak, you hurry him into the cave. He collapses onto the floor. “This is gonna sting.” You rip some of your shirt off and apply pressure to his wound, while applying some antiseptic.

With the knowing looks they passed, Emma knew the Elders knew something and might not be willing to share so easily so she pleaded. "Please, I just want to make sense of it." "There's only one explanation Emma." Eunice, one of the council members answered. "The Moon Goddess. A long time ago, it was prophesied that a human with the soul of a shifter will take on the burdens of the pack and once a while, in the face of extreme danger, she would shift to protect those she holds dear. A curse and a gift, if you ask me."

He gasped, his head falling back against the velvet upholstery. Luna took his hand. Her touch was cool. She guided his trembling fingers to the silver chains on her waist, pressing them into her soft skin. “You can pull,” she whispered, her voice a shy secret, before turning and bending over in front of him, presenting the perfect, pale moons of her ass, the silver chain disappearing into the cleft.

Nyxios led her through corridors she hadn't yet explored, ascending staircases and passing through doorways until they reached a circular chamber in what must have been one of the mansion's towers. The room was sparsely furnished, its walls lined with ancient tapestries depicting elven figures in poses of submission and dominance. At its center hung a set of silver chains from the ceiling, each link inscribed with runes that pulsed with soft blue light. The chains ended in manacles that dangled at waist height, waiting. "The Bonds of Submission," Nyxios said, his voice taking on a reverent quality. "A Keltos family heirloom for twelve generations. Few outsiders have ever seen them." He turne

But now, it only reminded me of that night, the full moon, the chains, the blood. My gaze drifted to the mirror. The faint mark of the white petal still glowed against my skin, subtle but undeniable. My fingers trailed to my neck, over the place where the silver chains had burned me. The scars were gone, but the pain still lingered like a memory etched beneath the skin.

Grimshaw would remind her of all these things when they would finally be together. He immediately led her away from the woods and back into the cave, where he chained her up. She saw what had happened and then spat at him. He stood away from her at a distance where he was sure the chain would not get to. He was prepared to watch the whole show. He still stood there when the full moon shone in all its splendour. There was a hole actually in the middle of the cave that let the light in. Its focus was precisely on the spot where the chains extended to an end, and as it came up, Mara had been running towards him in a fit of rage when the moonlight pointed directly at her.

“I will be back inside you shortly, either way. And I will have you in the chains again tonight.” “Why the chains!” I objected. Eyeing those dangling in the middle of the room fearfully. “The chains are not to still you for me as you think. They’re to keep you from fleeing long enough to see that you can survive me under the Mating Moon.” “Why?” “You’d not stay otherwise.” I chewed my lip. Tempted to reassure him I would, then flee at the first chance. But what good would that do? And I knew I was a poor liar.

It happened once and then twice. The chains heated sharply, it was beginning to crack all over which meant it was going to break. Above us, the light through the narrow window shifted. The moon eclipsed again. Blood-red light poured into the chamber, washing over stone and skin and fear. I stood up and the chains snapped like paper. Metal hit the floor with a sharp clang, but I barely heard it. Power rushed through me, wild and controlled all at once, like a storm finally obeying its own name.

"Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it." So saying, the rock lit up. It was just like a miniature moon. Mabel walked forward to the glass case and almost the moment the light touched them, my father and mother's eyes blazed red and they howled in pain. The sound of chains rattling made me realize they were bound. They strained against the chain, shrinking from the moonlight. As I watched in horror, tears came into my eyes. A lump formed in my throat as I watched Mabel move closer with the moon rock and my parents flatten themselves against the walls of the chamber.

A streaming light from the moon penetrated through the window to illuminate a small room. A room which held two captives.Jake groaned as part of the moonlight bathed his face,rousing him awake. He tried to move but discovered to his dismay that his hands were chained to the wall.