Thin Silver Chain Novels & Stories

"She was here just days ago when she gave me warnings. What happened?" We searched every corner of the cabin, Lucas methodically, me with a growing sense of panic. We checked the small pantry, the rickety bed tucked into the corner, even the dusty old chest in the attic. Nothing. The only thing we found was a chain, nestled in a velvet-lined box hidden beneath a loose floorboard. It was made of intricately woven silver, shimmering with an ethereal, moonlit glow. Looking closely, I realized it wasn’t one chain at all, but something that could be separated into three distinct pieces.

His eyes dropped instantly, following my hand. The chain was fine, almost weightless, but hanging from it was a heavy, intricate silver pendant. It wasn't a piece of cheap jewelry, and it certainly wasn't something she had bought herself. The symbols etched into the silver belonged to a family we knew all too well.

Then, Luca picked up the silver waist chain. His fingers trembled slightly as he unclasped the delicate metal links. He stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at his bare torso. His skin was still pale, and if he looked closely, he could see the faint, fading shadows of Adrian's grip on his hips from the night before. Luca swallowed hard, pushing the memory down. He wrapped the silver chain around his waist, letting the cold metal rest directly against his bare skin. The tiny links caught the dim light of the bedroom, glittering brightly against his pale flesh. He let the excess chain drape elegantly over his right hip, a subtle, shining line of defiance. Finally, he reached for t

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

It made me want him all the more. I hooked my fingers into the silver chain that he wore around his throat. No longer did he wear a binding symbol. Now it was just a simple charm. The side profile of a dragon on a silver pendant. The eye, a glittering ruby that matched Amelia’s eyes when she shifted.

And then there was the second, smaller bag, which seemed to be whispering to me. He must have bought me more than the silver chain, because, I could almost see two boxes from my position. I grumbled as I grabbed the bag filled with soft tissues. I dug the box out. I had always been a greedy bitch, and I just couldn’t stop myself. I opened the first box and gasped when I saw the long silver chain with violet gemstone in the middle, and diamonds surrounding it. I had always been addicted to beautiful things, and this was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. Even the eye of Sabius wouldn’t come close.

Randomly rummaging through the transparent shop windows, he drew attention to the jewelry store. “I have long wanted to take a chain around my neck,” he suddenly remembered. A pretty saleswoman showed the assortment, constantly smiling with her bleached teeth. Gold was given to him so often, but there was very little silver among the accessories. His choice fell on a thick silver chain with fancy links. At first glance, it was absolutely not clear how the individual links are fastened together. It looked very unusual and beautiful. Conrod left the center and walked towards his house, a silver chain gleaming around his neck.

“It fits you perfectly.” It did fit. A little too well. The dress was a compromise between my “absolutely not white, absolutely not poofy” stance and Bella’s “please let me do something pretty, I have P*******t boards.” Deep forest green, soft and stretchy enough that I could run in it if I had to, with a neckline that made Cassian’s eyes go unfocused when he thought I wasn’t looking. Silver chains—gifts from the pack—hung at my throat and wrists. Little charms tucked among them: a tiny wolf, a stethoscope, a ridiculously detailed coffee cup. Someone (Freya, probably) had snuck that last one in.

She opened it taking deep breath ,her eyes widened looking what's inside the box. It was a gold chain..not neck or wrist chain but BELLY CHAIN. They were two chains interconnected with each other and the upper side was a little thick and the second one was simple and thin and on the left side there was red crystal in it which made it more attractive. She took it in her hands and traced it and then looked at him biting her lips. "It's beautiful",she mumbled, mesmerized by the work on it. The things like the belly chain was something she never thought that he would give him.

Nyra – First Person They bound me in silver as though I were something unholy. Perhaps I am. The chains were ceremonial—ancient links forged from purified moon-silver, etched with runes that glowed faintly as they brushed my skin. They wrapped around my wrists, my throat, my waist. Heavy. Cold. Final. Silver is meant to silence wolves. It burns. It poisons. It drags us to our knees and reminds us we are creatures of flesh and weakness.