The Chain Kindle Novels & Stories

A gray chain was birthed from those seals. The chain was the thickness of an infant's arms and was filled with dark red runes. A faint gray mist surrounded the chain. Looking at the chain, it looked like something a grim reaper would use. The chain had its own name, it was called the Soul Chain. Fane grabbed the chain and whipped it forward. There was a smack, and ripples were suddenly in the air. If he used his senses to feel it, he would be able to feel an incredibly destructive soul energy left behind.

The chains… He looked down at his shadow. It stretched unnaturally long across the broken earth, the faint light from the fog revealing its edges. For a heartbeat, he thought he saw it move. Not with him—but independent of him. The links shimmered faintly across the surface, coiling and uncoiling like a serpent. Kael forced his eyes away. “I can’t afford to lose it now,” he muttered hoarsely. His voice cracked, the sound swallowed quickly by the oppressive fog.

I snapped, turning and trying to look around the tree to her, but I couldn’t see her. “What’s best for my people.” “Do you really think Kaiden will let you get away with this? If he didn’t want me here, he would have just let me go when I ran last night!” I insisted, pulling against the chains as I heard the lock click shut behind me. The metal dug into my waist, keeping my arms trapped by my sides. I pressed my hands against my thighs, trying to make myself as small as possible as I thrashed around, hoping to get the chain to drop.

Soon, Zephyr moves in beside me, “you’re changing your phone. Start using the one we got you.” “Wh—Why?” “Because we want you to.” Zayden chimes in, and she nods. We continue walking, and when we get to the car, Zephyr pulls out the silver chain with the miniature dragon scale pendant. “I wanted to give you this.” He says, voice rough as he unhooks it, getting ready to put it around Marian’s neck. Marian touches the choker still around her throat. “I’m still wearing the one you sent to the office…”

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.

Nyxios led her through corridors she hadn't yet explored, ascending staircases and passing through doorways until they reached a circular chamber in what must have been one of the mansion's towers. The room was sparsely furnished, its walls lined with ancient tapestries depicting elven figures in poses of submission and dominance. At its center hung a set of silver chains from the ceiling, each link inscribed with runes that pulsed with soft blue light. The chains ended in manacles that dangled at waist height, waiting. "The Bonds of Submission," Nyxios said, his voice taking on a reverent quality. "A Keltos family heirloom for twelve generations. Few outsiders have ever seen them." He turne

"The one the Ember Wolf gave you in the valley, Lyra. You still have it?" I do. I feel for it instinctively and find it resting against my collarbone, the tarnished silver chain someone must have looped around my neck sometime during the three days I was unconscious. My fingers close around it, and even through the metal I swear I can feel something faintly warm underneath, like it hasn't gone entirely cold since the creature first pressed it into my hand. "You think it's more than a keepsake," I say.

I asked as I met his gaze, then slowly lowered it to his still outstretched hand. “Here.” He said, then lowered his hand and reached into his coat, pulling out a thin golden chain with green gem encrustations. “What? what is that?” I frowned. “I hardly believe that this is the right time to gift me jewellery.” “It is not jewellery, my lady.” He clarified, then fully untangled the little chain and held it out, displaying the item with both hands. Two shorter chains hung vertically from the main spread out horizontal parent chain, and I noticed a few spring-ring latches peeking from the parent chain.

A jewelry box. I opened it slowly. Inside, nestled on black velvet, was a set of jewelry that took my breath away. A delicate silver necklace with a single emerald teardrop pendant, surrounded by tiny diamonds that sparkled like captured stars. Matching earrings, small emerald drops framed in silver. A thin silver bracelet with a tiny emerald charm. I stared at them, my heart pounding. He thought of everything. I slipped on the necklace. The emerald rested just above my collarbone, cool against my skin. The earrings caught the light as I turned my head. The bracelet clasped around my wrist, delicate and perfect.

Metal. Her eyes dropped. Black chains. Not iron. Not steel. They looked almost alive, each link forged from glossy Netherstone veined with slow-moving crimson fire that pulsed beneath the surface like blood flowing through obsidian glass. They had erupted silently from the pale volcanic floor itself, winding around her ankles with terrifying precision before she had even realised they were there. Adelaide jerked backwards instinctively. The chains moved with her. No... They anticipated her. Before she could draw another breath, they surged upward. One coiled around her waist. Another wrapped around both wrists, wrenching them behind her back with brutal force. Pain exploded through her shoul