Novel Chains Novels & Stories

Renn's silence answered. My blood turned cold. "No." The old scholar slowly nodded. "The First Chain was never meant to imprison it." A distant explosion echoed from somewhere in the valleys below. Neither of us looked. Neither of us cared. Because suddenly the destruction of the kingdom felt insignificant. A tiny part of a much larger nightmare. "The First Chain," Renn whispered, "holds something else." Something moved behind us. Fast. Both of us jumped to our feet instantly. Weapons drawn. The survivors scrambled awake.

The freed wolf’s head jerked up, ears flattening, a low growl vibrating from its chest. And then the chains came. Not iron, not steel, but shadows—vast, spectral chains that writhed out of the ground like serpents. They coiled through the air, each link etched with runes that burned violet. They didn’t just bind; they hungered, dragging the air down with them, suffocating, crushing. At their center stood Aravelle.

And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2

She could not help but recall how she had started talking to the virtual Dedan. *** One week ago A heavy mist had overtaken the city that evening and the traffic was backed up from the beginning of the one-lane road she was driving on, to the roundabout ahead that opened up to a crossroad.

I yanked against the chains again, but my limbs felt like lead. Wolfsbane. Had she poisoned me? Tears burned behind my eyes, but I blinked them away. I couldn’t fall apart now. Not here. But I was tired of being chained all the time. I was a victim of all sort of chains, emotional chains, mental chains, and lately, physical chains. Why would the healer do this to me? Why help Derek, feed me, talk like an ally, then betray me? Are all witches this vile? But the villagers seems to trust this one.

Pera woke to the cold bite of metal around her wrists. Her head throbbed from the dart, vision blurry as she blinked against dim fluorescent lights. She was chained to a heavy wooden chair in what looked like an abandoned warehouse basement damp concrete walls, distant dripping water, and the metallic scent of blood. The oversized shirt Marcus had given her was torn further, barely covering her breasts and leaving her cum-streaked thighs exposed. His dried seed still clung to her skin, a possessive reminder that clashed violently with her new reality.

"Yeah I did. You came in here like this. Ain't leaving till we finish what you started playing at." He stroked his cock slowly watching me. "Feel how hard it is for you. Touch it, Laura.” I stepped back and fell onto the bed. He climbed right on me chaining both my hands above my head then my legs. My breasts spilled out big and bouncy from all the struggling to break free. The chains clinked every time I pulled. "I will do anything I want with you" he said standing straight up facing me, his cock still hard and pointing. I tried to free my legs twisting hard but every move made the chains pull wider. Now my legs were spread real wide open. The cold air hit my pussy directly and a shiver ran

Specific. The private language of two people who have developed their own frequency. I look at the ring on my hand. The mountains in the stone. Four hundred and fifty years of the chain producing people who find each other and develop their own frequency and write it down and pass it on. Nara and Caden are part of it now. Not the Avery-Calloway-Blackthorn bond specifically. But the chain. The chain of people who keep things and write things down and go to archives and find each other across the distance.

When his attention drops down to the shackles around my wrists, slowly, he reaches out. My body stiffens for a second, expecting more pain, but instead, his fingers trace the metal lightly. That strange sensation of weakness intensifies inside me. “These are not ordinary chains,” he murmurs. “My guess is you already know that.” A low hiss of pain escapes my lips, “I feel so weak and whatever you're doing to these chains just keep making me weaker.” He chuckles, but his eyes stay on the chains a while longer. Without warning, the chains snap open.

Matthews placated “That’s more like it. Now talk to me Steph” James said I watched on in amusement as Stephanie took her time to talk just to rile James and everyone in the room up. Seeing as they were all just as interested to know how her training went. “Well for starters, you are looking at the new gamma of alpha Chaos and I have a tattoo to show my status” Stephanie spilled with excitement as she pushed the shirt on her shoulder to show off the rank tattoo which made up of the Chaos family emblem with three moons with a star on top of each of them. And some strange writings under the whole thing.