Thin Silver Chain Novels & Stories

The gold and silver chains crossed each other on both hands, and a kind of evil spirit rushed toward them. "Zephyr Khan... you're amazing! My silver chain is rare to see. You're one of the few people who can force me to use it!" "Silver Chain?" He looked at the silver chain in Dongfang Xiao's hand. The faces of Feng Canyun and the others changed slightly. "Rumor has it that Dongfang Xiao has two chains, and most of them are fighting with golden chains. It is said that golden chain of Dongfang Xiao is not the strongest, but a silver chain. But no one knows the specific appearance of this silver chain..."

Two tiny petal-thin pieces covered her nipples in front, and below that it was cut high with an open crotch, leaving only a slim silver chain at the center. She tried them on one by one. In the end, she chose the wine-red one. The second she put it on, the lace brushed over her skin. That faint scratchy sensation made her shiver. The silver chain rested against her most private place, cool and teasing as it slid into every sensitive gap. She took off her regular underwear and kept only that set on, then pulled a normal blouse and skirt over it. Beneath those everyday clothes, every inch of fabric seemed to whisper the same thing: she was ready.

To the elders, it would look like the ritual taking hold. But Lyra wasn’t collapsing. She was searching. Her fingertips brushed the ground near her boot. The dirt was thin over the stone, and in the groove between markings, something glimmered faintly beneath the dust. Silver. Lyra’s breath caught. She brushed more soil aside carefully, keeping her movements small so the crowd wouldn’t notice. A thin chain lay hidden beneath the circle, threaded through narrow gaps between stones. It wasn’t ordinary metal. It gleamed with an unnatural brightness, woven with strands that looked like moonlit wire.

“This is beautiful, thank you.” “I wanted to do a silver chain but I know that silver hurts wolves so I got a gold chain instead.” she blushed lightly, “Could I put it on you?” she nodded as she took it out of the box; I went behind her and latched the necklace. Clearing my throat, I stepped back from her as she turned around, “Beautiful,” I muttered,

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.

The knives are gold where you have to hold them, and the blades are silver. I put on the leather gloves so that I could handle the other silver items. The gun isn’t silver, but the bullets are. I loaded the bullets before putting the gun in its holder. I then fit on the knuckle busters. The part that rests on your fingers is gold, like the daggers, and then the ‘busters’ are silver. The chains were purely silver. The whip had a leather handle, but the actual tassels of the whip itself had slivers of silver. Geez, Simi is heaven sent!

What was the point of gold, after all, he decided if it didn’t look like gold. “Lovely. Do any of these catch your eye?” Blake Nilem crossed to the counter. Faith was already opening cabinets and taking out trays of chains. He nodded at some, shook his head at others, and lay three upon the glass. Jasper ran his eye over the chains. “That one,” he picked one that would sit flat against the skin, the links layered like snake scales. “Wonderful. A pendant?”

Melody said, her voice full of remorse. "Ancient chains?" I repeated Melody's words, wondering what's so special about these ancient chains. " Yes. The person bound with them is incapable of escaping. Once they try escaping, the chains will burn through their skin. The person will be paralyzed in pain and will be unable to escape. They are made from the purest of silver and are very rare. Only a few people can use them." Melody explained, her voice tinged with so much seriousness that I gasped.

Jax noticed and just stepped closer, his large hand covering mine on the chain. "Does it hurt?" he asked. "No," I said, looking at our hands—his dark and calloused, mine pale and marked with glowing silver. "It just feels... loud. Like the metal is talking to me." "It is," Jax said. He pulled the chain toward the gate. "Silver is a warning. To a wolf, it's a sting. To the things that crawled out of that cellar, it’s a wall. If the marks are reacting, it means the connection is still hot."

He gestured to Theodore's hands. Theodore scoffs, took a quick glance back at his hands which were chained behind him, anchored to the ground and slowly turned back to him. "You do realize if I tried hard enough, I could break out of these chains." "Oh really?" Roman chuckled, showing off half his teeth. "You can try all you want. But you must know, you can't break them. Those chains are made with pure silver, the more you struggle, the more it'll burn your wrists."