Rusted Chains Novels & Stories

In the center of the room stood a rusted iron chair, its arms outstretched like cruel hands waiting to hold someone in place. Eryndor led me to the chair and shackled me to it, the cold metal digging into my raw wrists. I didn't fight him. Too weak to even say a word. I managed to raise my head and take in the rest of the room. Chains and shackles hung from the room's walls, their metal glinting faintly in the dim light, the echo of their clinking almost a whisper of past horrors.

David growl, stomping his feet then he walked again into the control room. Diane took a deep breath trying to calm her thoughts as she rubbed the brooch gently, like stealing power from the brooch…

“True, I don’t like the circles under her eyes. Can we take her to the medical centre? Or do you insist on keeping her here?” It surprised Cal as much as the healer with his strong emotional response to this inquiry. “No, she stays here.” Cal watched Jaxon with the chains. He was looking at them speculatively, and Cal knew his thoughts. Jaxon hadn’t witnessed Cal’s claim to her. However, Jaxon knew they weren’t the standard one-night issue chains kept for the curious to play at being a submissive. These were Cal’s personal chains. He placed on women he claimed for a time.

Someone threw a rough wool blanket over my shoulders, but the fabric scraped like sand against my raw nerves. "Chain the rogue," Maren said, and her voice was flat and cold as the snow underfoot. "Silver." A younger enforcer with a scar splitting his chin stepped forward, and the chains in his hands gleamed wrong in the dawn light. Not iron. Silver. Thick links that hissed when they touched the air. Bastian didn't lower his hands. He didn't look away from me. The first chain hit his wrist, and I felt it.

I followed the length of the rusted chains - they were locked around an old water heater. I pulled with all my might, but the chains wouldn't budge. I scanned my surroundings, looking for something that I could use to set myself free - trying to find a way out. The room was small and despite the warm light filtering through, it felt musty and cold. It was mostly empty save for a rickety wooden table and a single chair in the far corner, a tiny rusted stove with a dented kettle on top of it, and a weathered iron bed in the opposite corner with a flimsy blanket rumpled on top of it.

She had a mysterious look on her face, like she was about to say something important. My stomach knotted. I already knew that she was going to talk about the system binding. Sure enough, she started speaking with what looked like guilt, and her eyes even turned red. "Lauren, there's something I have to confess to you. Last night I accidentally bonded with a love system.

His eyes moved across the room and stopped at a sight that made his heart stop—Hazel. She was tied to a thick pole, her arms bound behind her, her head facing the ground. Blood ran down the side of her face, and she wasn’t moving at all. Fear gripped Draven like a small child. He tried to move forward, but he couldn’t. That’s when he felt it—cold metal biting into his skin. He looked down. Chains. But not normal ones. These were thick, blackened chains laced with silver and old runes. He knew them well. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, struggling hard. These were the same chains used in the werewolf prisons. Meant to hold even the strongest Alphas.

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.

A black three-sectioned body was at the end of each chain, with a diameter of more than 50 meters, smashing down like a miniature steel mountain. Rumble! Ding Hao felt the earth beneath him shake violently. The four chains were like four three-sectioned mountains hitting the ground, perforating the four golden stone blocks paving the street, plunging several hundred meters into the earth. He did not know what kind of material these black chains were made of, but they shone with a metallic luster. Surging with the aura of living creatures, they looked alive. The four interlinking chains released black light. Slowly, a black prison cell about 100 meters in diameter materialized.