Novel Chains Novels & Stories

Richard Fuck, these silver chains; if only they weren't binding my body, I could have freed myself and escaped this wretched place. The weight of these chains burns my body and leaves me feeling helpless, like a prisoner in my own skin. And to add to my suffering, wolfbane was injected into my body, causing a constant ache that courses through my veins. The combination of the chains and the wolfbane is a cruel reminder of my captivity, making every movement a painful reminder of my confinement. I yearn for the day when I can break free from these restraints and reclaim my freedom once again.

Now, we had to face the Guilt. "The Chain is about the cellar, isn't it?" I whispered. "It’s about every link you’ve ever worn, Emma," Nathaniel said, his eyes full of a weary compassion. "And it’s coming to pull you back into the dark." I stood up, my amber eyes fixed on the Alabaster Spire. Nine chapters left. The Crown was broken. Now, it was time to break the iron. "Let the chain come," I said, my voice a steady, sovereign resonance. "I’ve got the bolt-cutters."

This gave the people from the mysterious force hiding in the dark the opportunity they had been waiting for. Energy chains appeared in their hands one after another. These chains connected them, and that was not its only function. Right after Philip's chimera claws went through the diabolic cultists, these chains wrapped around Philip. Philip glared at those people coldly. These people were too naive to think that these energy chains could trap him. Philip's body suddenly swelled up. The flames on Philip's body burned, and the energy chains started to sizzle. There was a burst of creaking sound, and the energy chains had obviously reached their limits.

Rebecca froze where she was, hoping no one saw her walk in with the guy who had just alarmed everyone. After everyone settled again, she looked up at the crowed. Finally, Hunter thought. “Shackles.” Rebecca began. “Shackles and chains holding me down. They are tight and burn around my wrists. Oh God, they burn so much. I know where the keys are, but I can't reach them. These chains are short and prevent me from moving immoderately. Don't pity me, no. I'm used to the rough grinding sound they make when I tilt, I'm used to carrying their load on my wrists.”

What the f*ck? But my gaze shifted to the table just a bit distance from me, the key was on top of it. How stupid he is? I tried to reach for the key using my right hand but it was still distant. Then an idea pops into my head, I smiled mischievously and flexed my body extending my long legs to reach the table. It didn’t even give me sweats as I slowly unlocked the chains. I wrapped myself up and didn’t waste any more time to escape.

Alina's POV --- I drove home in a daze. The city blurred past me, stoplights, pedestrians, the usual midday chaos. I didn't see any of it. My mind was stuck on my plan. Deep down in that quiet place I didn't want to admit, I knew that my plan wasn't going to work. The partnerships, the data, the whiteboard flowchart… it was all smoke. I pulled into my driveway. The house was quiet, too quiet. I'd lived alone since I graduated, and the silence had never bothered me before. But today, it felt heavy. Like the walls were waiting for me to break.

In a matter of time, the people at the cafe broke into whispers and mumbling. "Oh my God!", Hannah whisper-yelled. " Aiden Walters is back!" I saw him exit Blossombee taking one last look at me. "Who is he?", I asked Hannah, digging into my pancakes again. She looked at me with a serious expression and spoke " He is bad news, Haven. Aiden Walters is a part of Chains and Smokes- one of the most dangerous gangs in this town. Nobody in this town dares to even cross paths with him. He has a temper and it got him into trouble so many times. He almost killed Ryder, a member of his rival group. Four months back, he fled somewhere for some unknown reason. Nobody knows where he went or why. Now that

she replied. "Yes, Goodbye." Charles replied without even looking up, going over the hard-copy schematics of the overseas bridge for the umpteenth time. Joanne looked back at him one more time before shutting the double doors. At her desk, Charles' butler was already waiting for her. "If the madam would please-"the butler said. Joanne packed her empty hand bag and followed the man out. Her thoughts only anticipating what tomorrow could bring... ********************************* Flip, flip, flip. The light rustles of the notebook periodically sliced the solid air of silence in the room that evening. The room was dark save for the small flashlight in Joanne's hand, and the breeze occasionally

a new thing trends among young couples Lily Parker, intrigued by the fad, took her son Alexander to a ceramic workshop to create a porcelain plaque with their handprints. Unbeknownst to her, Julian Sterling also had a similar plaque made, but with a twist. He had secretly added his handprint to theirs, completing the family set with prints of father, mother, and son. Despite his pride in this symbolic gesture, Lily, with their one-year-old son, still hadn't accepted him. Julian found himself troubled by the challenges of this love battle.

The first chain snapped. The sound ripped through the underground chamber, deep and unnatural, like the snarl of a beast awakening after centuries of restless sleep. Nicola's breath hitched as the vibrations from the broken links rippled through the stone floor, unsettling the dust that had settled over the tomb for generations. The triplets reacted instantly - Dean and Damien stepping in front of her, Dylan pulling her back by instinct. But it was too late. Another snap. And another. The chains, thick as an iron-forged prison, began to unravel, each link breaking apart as if an unseen force was unbinding them.