Rusted Chains Novels & Stories

Inside, wrapped in an oil-stained cloth, was a chain. I’d found it in a tool shack at the estate. Told myself I wouldn't touch something like this again. That part of my life was over. But I'd grabbed it on the way out anyway, some instinct saying I'd regret leaving it behind. The chain was heavy industrial grade, the kind used for towing semi-trucks. Each link was thick as my thumb, surface pitted and scarred from use. I pulled it free of the cloth, felt the weight settle into my palm.

I could feel the internal burns, the shredding of tissue, only to feel it itch and pull itself back together a moment later. I stumbled to the center of the room, where two heavy steel pikes were anchored deep into the concrete floor. The silver- coated chains felt like ice against my skin, a warning burn even before I locked them around my wrists. I secured them tight. The metal groaned as I pulled against it, testing. It held.

Damn these chains. “Fuck you, Zeus! Do you hear me? and fuck these mother fucking chains!” I didn’t have to try hard. Once I took the chains in my hands they snapped. Almost like they couldn’t take anymore, they broke, and fell to the sides of my soulless body. Like Drake, my body disintegrated into dust and drifted away with the air. “Well… that image will remain in my head forever more. Damn!”

The dungeon was damp, layered with the stench of decay from years of disuse. Water dripped from cracks in the stone walls, pooling on the uneven floor. On the floor, the stones were rough and cold making Grandma Elizabeth shiver to the cold. Her head lay on her side, her hands tied behind her back with enchanted iron chains that cut her skin every time she tried to move. Her wrists were raw and bruised, and each small shift sent a wave of agony up her arms. The chains were inscribed with ancient runes that sapped her strength to keep her subdued.

His wrists were raw underneath, red, chafed rings of skin that looked painful even in the dim light. “Aren’t these chains too heavy for a human?” I asked, voice cracking. “They’re… they’re cruel.” Riven let out a small, tired huff that might have been a laugh if he had the strength. “They’re not meant for humans,” he rasped. “They’re meant for wolves who don’t know how to stay down.”

The soles were cracked and dry, the leather frayed beyond repair, offering no protection from the cold floor that sapped what little warmth he had left. The heavy chains that bound him were thick and unyielding, each link a testament to his captivity. They were secured tightly around his wrists and ankles, digging into his flesh with a merciless grip. The metal was cold, biting into his skin, adding to the agony that already consumed him. The chains stretched across the room, anchored to the walls with cruel efficiency, ensuring there was no escape.

Chains of Shadow Rissa’s POV The scream tore out of me, raw and feral, echoing against the jagged walls of the ravine. It cut through the choking fog, born of rage and terror, yet it could not loosen the chain locked around my waist. The links sank deep, grinding against bone, each squeeze stealing the air from my lungs. Silver burned into my skin, leaving blood to trace hot lines beneath the ghost-light mist. The pain was sharp, but it was nothing compared to what I saw in front of me.

They seemed to be intricately designed, with a complex system of locks and chains that made them virtually impossible to break free from. The cuffs around my wrists were lined with sharp edges, which cut into my skin every time I struggled against them. The chains that bound my feet were thick and heavy, making it impossible for me to even move my toes. The restraints seemed to be designed to prevent any movement whatsoever, and I could feel the weight of their confinement pressing down on me.

It was a familiar place. Rusted metallic chains on a filthy desk, scraped walls with unidentified words, and a stone-cold atmosphere. It's uncanny how this room gets even scarier. "Please, don't", I whispered, my voice hoarse and small, "not again plea-" My voice was cut off when I felt a pair of dark, lanky hands against my throat. Tears streamed down my eyes as I started struggling to unlatch the iron hold.

Tatawa na sana ako ng makita ko ang matayog na building ng mga Hawkson. Biglang nag-iba ang paligid para sa akin. Tumatambol ang puso ko sa magkahalong excitement at kabang nararamdaman ko sa loob. Tuluyang nawalan ako ng hininga habang nakatingin sa estatwa ng gintong agila sa harap ng building nila. It spreads its golden wings while looking down like mocking the weak and acting like the predator that it is.