Moonlight In Chains Novels & Stories

Everything seemed connected, but she couldn't quite put the pieces together. She decided to visit the local museum, hoping to find some clues there. As she walked through the dusty halls, she saw artifacts from Silverwood's past, including photos of Aaron Blackwood and his family. But as she turned a corner, she came face to face with a tall, dark figure. It was the man from the diner, the one who had given her the pendant. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her hand reaching for her pepper spray. The man held up his hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm sorry for breaking into your apartment," he said. "But I had to get that pendant. It's dangerous, you see."

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.

The way he'd made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. I hated him. I hated him so much. But I wanted him. And that terrified me more than anything. --- I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting dancing shadows of nearby trees and buildings across the walls. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it, my heart pounding. A text from an unknown number. Tomorrow, 9 AM. Don't be late. --D

Neo asked as we strapped them into the chains that had already been hooked into the wall. "It is the night of the full moon." I explained to them, hating that I had to put my kids in chains. "We know but we had never had to be in chains." Nathan pouted. "Because you have never had to shift in the human world." Liam explained as he tested the firmness of the chain he was strapping Nathan in. "I don't think I like this place." Nathan grumbled. "I keep finding a reason to hate it anytime I think I have found a reason to like it."