Shackled Book Novels & Stories

I felt like I had nothing left to lose. I lifted my trembling arm and examined the shackle that bound me. It was old, showing signs of wear and tear with its rusty, chipped surface and orange erosion. On top, there was a keyhole with an unusual shape. Unlike the typical slit found in a door handle or locker, it was circular with a jagged pattern inside. As I stared at it, the jagged design began to feel oddly familiar, stirring a sense of recognition within me.

The soft velvety skin of her leg brushed the callouses of my skin with a fervent warmth, making them just as smooth as her skin. Gently lifting her leg, I look at the shackle. Up, down. Right left. The shackle caught my attention at the club. I knew it wasn't normal, like the ones secured around every other girl. Looking closely at it, my speculations were right. No latch, no screws, or any dam thing to open it. It is as if inked on her skin, in 3D- only an inch thicker than her skin. “Why dont you remove it?”Aeric says.

"Listen carefully, I don't love you nor I want you. You are nothing to me. You will never interfere in my life and never enter my room or in my study. Get that in the thick head of yours. And of course stay away from me. I never wanted any of this. If it wasn't for my parents I wouldn't have married a girl like you." He spat those venomous words and left her there. She stayed there shocked to the core. She didn't expect him to love her either but still he could have shown her some respect. She knew he didn't want to marry her. He did it because his parents forced him to. That exact moment She realised she was nothing more than a Shaded Woman. It seemed like she would always be a mare shadow

Something huffing like it nearly breathed along his neck. But when he turned there was nothing there. Still, the feeling of eyes was inescapable. Echoing through the forest and fading into the distance. There was nothing there. Only the sounds of water splashing echoed through the trees, fading into the distance. Jumping from Heretic’s back he rushed to the shack, throwing aside the rushes to enter. Smoke filled the shack so thickly it was foggy. The smell of burning skin filled the air seeping to the doorway in potent waves. She’d scooted back against the rocks behind her. A small branch protruding from the log she was tied to was gripped so tightly her hand shook.

She said, teary-eyed. "What are you saying?" Athena frowned. "You always saved me from harm. If not for you, I would have been dead by now and Terrence would have married a witch instead of me. I'm lucky to have you." Ashley lowered her head, unable to accept Athena's praise because deep down, she become horrible in someone else's eyes. "I didn't know that a person similar to a PANDORA's BOX existed until now." Anton chimes in and Ashley hurriedly excused herself, as she received an unexpected call from an unknown number.

"Come, let's go before someone tries to snatch you away from me." "I'm sorry if you feel like being neglected by me, babe." She sighed as she hugged him. "I won't do that again..." He hugged her back tightly. "No matter what you want to do. Rest assured that I will always be here to support you, babe. You know how much I love you..." he whispred in her ears. "I guess being TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you isn't as bad as I thought..." she laughed. "And I'm lucky to get TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you. Thank you for bringing out the best in me..."

She was kept in secret custody, accused of being the murderer of her family. This information wasn't disclosed to the public thanks to a greedy Lord's ambitions to lay claims of the Flamecrest domain. After five years, with the news of the Flamecrest family forgotten, she was sold to a slave merchant and was slated for auction as a slave. That was how I found Hazel — on the Shadow MarketX website where they put up people for sale. And now she was here with me. From the moment I saw her profile on the Shadow MarketX website, I was determined to buy her.

I commanded, my voice echoing with a resonance that was not entirely my own. ​The iron bolts groaned, a sound like a giant waking from a long slumber. The door swung open slowly, revealing a chamber filled with a soft, ethereal glow. Thousands of scrolls were tucked into honeycomb shelves that reached into the darkness above, and in the center stood a pedestal made of pure obsidian. On it sat the book, bound in skin that shimmered like a raven’s wing. ​"The Book of Shadows," Lila whispered, her torch flickering as if the room itself were trying to snuff it out. "It actually exists."

Each shelf was filled with books and scrolls that contained pack history and strategies. My eyes scanned the titles absentmindedly as I made my way to the book Lucian had requested. While I was doing that, my eyes caught something peculiar. On the far shelf at the other end of the office, there was a single leather-bound book that stood out. It was named the Pack Secrets. The title alone sparked curiosity, and without thinking, I reached for it. The worn book cover felt cool against my fingers, and something about it felt forbidden and dangerous. “What are you hiding, Lucian?” I whispered under my breath.

I nod and look around. “Where is the book?” I ask. She wasn’t carrying anything when she entered the room. “I always carry it with me, you just can’t see it,” Shanna explains. She mutters a couple of strange words, holds out her hand, and a book appears and falls onto it. The cover is fine leather engraved with a vine-like design that swirls around the edges of a large picture. The picture depicts a woman standing with her arms stretched up above her head. Above her, there are stars in the sky and I swear I see one twinkle. Shanna opens to the first page and I am stunned to see a spell.