Moonlight In Chains Novels & Stories

The flap fell shut, leaving me in near darkness, lit only by a sliver of moonlight. I sank to my knees, testing the chains. Solid. Unyielding. For the first time in months, silence filled my mind. No shared sensations, no whispers of emotion from the bond. It was like losing a limb, a constant ache replaced by hollow nothing. Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them back. Crying wouldn't help. I needed to think, to plan an escape.

they responded in chorus and disappear. "The light of the first moon will lead you to it. The chorus of the song that will wake her up in a dream. Fragments of fragments will show. Her powers can destroy or restore. Wicked is the heart that love and weaker is the love that steals. Who owns the priestess that no one can steal?" Lynx said as if the words are some of magical clues that can give him all the answers. "Our first clue is the first moon, we waited for the new moon but nothing happened and tonight will be the first full moon after that incident" Nathaniel said

The sound made Joy wince. “They had to do it. Do you understand? Everyone here is trying very hard to help you.” Moon ignored her but he snarled again and paused, shaking each of his legs to make the chains jangle. Her focus fixed on the restraints when he held still. It appeared the Species had wrapped leather bands around his wrists and ankles then placed the metal shackles over them to protect his skin. He began pacing again, dragging the chains, and let out a tormented howl.

So whoever did this must have done a lot of planning or just been really lucky. I am locked in silver chains from my wrists to the wall. They don’t burn but feel itchy, which tells me something must be on the chains because the moon goddess told us silver wouldn’t affect me. I take another look around you to see if there is anything that can tell where I am or how to get out of here. I have not bothered to try mindlink because I know if I can’t feel Skye, there is no way I can get through to Logan either.

He gazed at Quinn and on seeing she was calm and didn't appear suspicious of him, he appeared at her front and swiftly glued the chain his hand got hold of on her wrist. “I thought you were truly helping me,” Quinn, who saw that Liam had fooled her, said In a cracked voice. “Am sorry Luna” Liam swallowed He looked down at the chain which was smartly fastened on her wrist, then saw that it was a silver chain. “Two silver chains might be equal to a gold chain” He rubbed his cheek as his words appeared senseless to him as such math doesn’t exist in the supernatural world. A gold chain was a gold chain, and the same applied to a silver chain and bronze chain.

Their hands were covered in leather black gloves to protect them from getting burned by the silver. They dragged the chains into the deepest part of the cage and anchored it on the wall while Dylan stood there silently. Once night fell, the blood moon would appear in the sky. He would have to be held down behind those silver chains all night, for as long as the blood moon appeared. He still had scars from the past years, scars on his arms and chest from being burned for hours by silver, enduring the pain to keep his beast contained. When the guards finished, they turned around and bowed to him.

“I will not be your *chain.* But I will tug when I must. I will not… worship you. Even when you call down lightning and catch stars.” Her chest ached with affection. “And if I ask you to?” she murmured. He huffed. “In private, that is a different discussion,” he muttered, making her snort despite herself. The Council longhouse—a temporary structure thrown up between the stones as shelter—emptied around them. Voices faded into the woods. Above, the Moon rose pale against the day, a ghostly disk. To most eyes, whole. To Luna’s, lined with hairline fractures. The Council of Chains had taken a step.

“If she takes control, what happens?” Lira’s expression darkened. “Then the moon descends. And none of us will survive.” The wind picked up, carrying whispers and thousands of voices woven together. I couldn’t tell if they were prayers or screams. My heart thudded, echoing the same rhythm as the moon above. “She’s calling something,” Kael said, scanning the horizon. “Not something,” Lira murmured. “Someone.” The ground trembled. In the distance, a shadow moved and a figure dragging chains that glowed with starlight. Each step left cracks in the earth, spreading outward like veins of silver fire.

Not nearly as strong as it should be. The spell was usually one that was meant to knock the other person out immediately but Lucas was still alive.. breathing. Reed frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. He intensified his efforts, but the pressure on Lucas's throat remained surprisingly minimal. Then, his eyes landed on the silver chain around Lucas's neck, a chain adorned with a crescent moon pendant. The Moon Chain. "That…that's just like Elena's Moon Chain," Reed hissed, his voice laced with venom. "How did you all get that?"

The moon vanished. Everything turned black, I could not see, and could not breathe. The darkness pressed into my skin. I dropped to one knee. “No…” The darkness crushed harder. My wolf screamed inside me. I fought to rise. But my body would not obey. Nyx’s voice came from everywhere. “You sought to chain the Moonborn.” The darkness tightened. “Now learn what it means to be powerless.” I screamed as the shadow chains wrapped around me again. They burned deeper this time, my wolf retreated, the darkness drained everything. I collapsed onto the cold stones, while breathing became impossible.