Novel Chains Novels & Stories

Melody said, her voice full of remorse. "Ancient chains?" I repeated Melody's words, wondering what's so special about these ancient chains. " Yes. The person bound with them is incapable of escaping. Once they try escaping, the chains will burn through their skin. The person will be paralyzed in pain and will be unable to escape. They are made from the purest of silver and are very rare. Only a few people can use them." Melody explained, her voice tinged with so much seriousness that I gasped.

This entire scene was wrong. My eyesight hasn't been this good since... since my wolf left me, or died. None of my senses had been reliable since the triplets began ‘courting’ me. And yet, I could see it clearly despite the darkness in the room. I didn’t fully understand the scene around me but there were no guards. This could be my chance. Slowly, I lifted my hand, testing the strength of my shackles... but there were no shackles. No collar either. I carefully turned my neck, stretched my ankles, realizing with growing dread that for the first time in forever, I felt no pain.

Broken Chains The silver cuffs around Marcus’s wrists popped open like ice cracking on a winter pond, just like that, no warning, no ceremony. Holy energy, rolling up from the guts of the castle, fried the corrupted metal and sizzled away the poison tubes jammed into his arms. Steam hissed, chains hit the ground with a sparkly little crash, and suddenly he was free.

Even so, helping Jane escape punishment was still harboring a criminal. In the end, one was sentenced to two years, the other to ten years. Neither of them escaped legal consequences. In my past life, Declan gained a good reputation for righteously reporting family members when he reported me. In my new life, I similarly reaped the benefits of reporting him. Later, Beatrice helped me secure a transfer opportunity to Cranefields, where I could start my new life fresh.

Nyxios instructed, stepping back to observe. As Patrina struggled, the chains tightened incrementally, the runes glowing brighter. Heat spread from the metal to her skin, traveling up her arms and down through her core. She fought harder, panic rising in her throat. Suddenly she stopped as the sensation transformed into something altogether different. Warmth flowed over her, not painful but intensely pleasurable. Her resistance melted into a yearning that made her gasp. The chains loosened slightly, responding to her body's surrender even as her mind continued to rebel.

The metal was cold, impossibly cold, a temperature that seemed to exist in a dimension beyond sensation, as if the links had been forged in the absolute zero of a space between stars. And yet, as Eliana's fingers closed around the first link, she felt something else beneath the cold—a vibration, a resonance, a kind of frequency that matched the rhythm of her own heart. The Chain was not inert. It was alive, in its way, a creature of law and mathematics, a sentient equation that balanced and recalibrated and demanded equilibrium.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

I didn’t even want to think what that would mean for her. “Get up.” They told her. I heard the clatter of the chains. Did I forget to mention that bit? We had shackles on our ankles, so our movement was restricted. I looked up just as they were dragging Tilly away. That was the last we saw of her. ----------

Marc nodded curtly. Charlie moved to a thick heavy wooden door, bars making a window to the darkness beyond, unlocking it, he went through. Marc descended the worn stone steps behind the guard, his eyes adjusting to the gloom slowly. They descended deep into the ground, the air becoming dense with the smell and taste of dirt. The chill gripped at Marc’s warm skin as his feet reached the final step, the compacted soil as hard as the stone of the steps under his shoes.

Quickly, I tugged on the chain until I managed to completely remove the lock. There! I finally did it! So much joy washed over me along with my own relief. I have finally freed the prince now I just need to pull the chain away from his body. Just when that thought occurred in my mind, the chains started moving and sliding along his body as if they had a life of their own. The thick metallic chains looked like metal snakes as they started to move. Prince Leonard growled loudly and for the first time, a shiver ran through my body at how his growl resembled that of a wild animal.