Moonlight In Chains Novels & Stories

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.

Kael POV — First Person The Moon does not come gently. I feel her before I see her—before the guards drag me into the stone circle, before the murmurs of the pack rise like a tide ready to drown me. She presses against my skull, heavy and merciless, as if she has been waiting all along for this moment. For me. Chains bite into my wrists, forged from moon-silver and old magic. Each step forward feels like walking through fire. The scent of fear clings to the air—not just mine, but the pack’s. They know something is about to end.

The stone floor of the cell was freezing, biting through Gina’s thin trousers. She sat with her back pressed against the cold wall, her wrists locked in heavy silver chains that hummed with a faint, nauseating blue light. Every time she tried to draw a single breath of her Moonborn magic, the chains pulsed, sending a sharp, shocking pain straight up her arms that left her gasping for air. The heavy iron door of the dungeon screeched open, scraping against the stone.

“Even when I don’t deserve it.” He leaned into my touch. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again,” he said. “Not Chernov. Not Vargas. Not even your father. I’ll fight them all. For you.” Then he pulled something from his coat. A silver chain. A crescent moon pendant. He fastened it around my neck, fingers brushing my skin. “For you, mi luna. A piece of the moon. So you never forget who you belong to—and who’s willing to bleed for you.”

I told her; trying hard to be strong while the chains hurt badly around my wrist. My mamma nodded while she sobbed and wiped away her runny nose. Soon she started to place the chain around the ankle of my right foot tightly and then the other. I clench my teeth in pain and squeezed my toes hard against the rough ground in bearing the awful pain. Complete in chaining me, my mamma quickly moved from the ground glancing behind her. Her eyes widen shockingly seeing the moon was about to reveal itself. My heart raced within my chest scared of what other terrible pain I was going to feel now. My mamma hurriedly places the chains of my two hands and feet around the sharp circle she had made ensurin

She looked small against the darkness. “Wait,” I called. She did not turn. The ground beneath her feet began to glow red. The sky darkened unnaturally fast. A moon rose above us, swollen and bleeding. Blood Moon. The girl finally turned. I could not see her face clearly. It blurred like smoke. But her eyes… They were full of pain. Not fear. Pain. Chains wrapped around her wrists. Silver. Tight. Cutting. I tried to move toward her. My feet would not obey.

I’m about to ask them just what they’re talking about, when the sun finishes its descent below the horizon, and suddenly we’re bathed in silvery moonlight. As my eyes adjust to the dusky light, I see something very strange. In the moonlight, it now looks like Isaac and Regan are both weighed down with chains that only appear in the light of the moon. They shimmer with an ethereal light, and are wrapped around their necks, torsos, and legs. “Regan,” I say, pointing at the chains on her neck. “What are those?” “We should go,” Regan says. She reaches out for Isaac, taking him by the hand. They’re both looking around frantically, as if expecting someone to jump out and attack them.

Diane looked up at the shining night sky with many stars adorning it but the most beautiful was the moonlight shining brightly. She thinks if is everything will be okay ? she just sure, that belief is beyond doubt, and destiny ... fate demands her to do all this, and she won't back down again, she believes everything will be fine, people - those who support her and who will make it successful because she does not fight alone - "Diane, see this! Look Mr. Young get out of the car ... !!" Cary exclaimed, pointing at the monitor in front of him, waking Diane from her reverie, turned to Cary as she walked towards him.