Thin Silver Chain Novels & Stories

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.

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.

My breath is taken away when I open the lid and find a beautiful chain. The silver chain links are sparkling , and attached to it is a crescent moon. The crescent moon is beaded with beautiful and shining red diamonds – it is a bit bold but I suddenly have an urge to wear it. My father takes it from and hand and gestures to me to turn around , and I do so.

Nicole was at the counter with her back slightly to me, pouring water, and her hair was up the way she sometimes wore it in the mornings and the chain caught the light coming through the window and I looked at it the way you look at something that registers before you understand why. Thin. Delicate. Platinum, from the way it held the light, not silver, not white gold. The pendant was small and I couldn't see it clearly from where I stood so I crossed the kitchen and I didn't think about what I was doing until my hand was already reaching for it. My fingers brushed the chain. Her hand came up immediately.

In black letters the box read "Tiffany & Co." I opened the box to reveal a small bag that also read Tiffany & Co. I opened the small bag and reached in to grab the piece of metal a felt. I slowly pulled out a sterling silver chain. Along the chain was a beautiful sterling silver snowflake. It was the most perfect thing I could've gotten. I smiled lightly as I unlatched the hook and put the necklace on.