Thin Silver Chain Novels & Stories

"Looking for your leashes, Sheryl? I think the Twins finally realized they're too big for a collar." Sheryl froze. She didn't have to look back to know that voice—cool, proud, and full of a dislike that Sheryl could never really match. Silver and her friends walked by, their designer bags swinging in a smooth, expensive way. "Silver," Sheryl spat and squinted her eyes. "Do you have something to say, or are you just here to breathe my air?" Silver stopped, her silver-gold eyes scanning Sheryl as if she were a particularly boring piece of gum stuck to her shoe.

“I know it.” She moved to a metal cart covered with a towel and pulled it back. Needles lay in a neat row, some bright with something that wasn’t quite silver, some dark like they’d decided to drink the room. A length of thin chain coiled in a bowl like a small, sleeping thing. A stack of cloths. A jar that glittered like ground moonlight and another that absorbed light instead of reflecting it.

he murmured, his fingers grazing her jaw, tilting her chin upward. She swallowed hard. “I tried not to.” “But you did.” His lips curved faintly, darkly. “And that’s the truth you can’t escape.” He pulled something from his pocket again. Not rope. Not silk. A small silver chain. Her eyes widened. “What is that?” “Proof,” he said simply. He took her wrist, fastening the delicate chain around it. The metal was cool against her skin, the clasp clicking shut with a finality that made her shudder.

I let out a tired breath before lowering my gaze. Silver. Dozens of silver-forged chains wrapped tightly around my wrists, ankles, chest, and neck, each link forged with tiny silver blades protruding inward, digging into my skin every time I moved even slightly. Blood stained the metal. Mine. The scent of wolfsbane immediately invaded my nose, along with mistletoe, thick and bitter in the back of my throat.

Surrounding the gemstone were intricate silver filigree designs. Damien walked around her, and Emberlynn jumped as he touched the skin on her neck. "Still," he whispered. Emberlynn nodded, but that didn't stop her pulse from quickening. She puffed out the air out of her mouth before allowing herself to relax briefly. Damien's fingers deftly fastened the delicate clasp of the silver chain at the nape of her neck. A shiver of anticipation coursed through her as the cool metal brushed against her skin, sending tingles of electricity dancing along her spine.

"Get us out of here." I moved quickly, my sharp splinter teeth clutching on to the silver chains. I tired to be careful to not let my skin touch the silver and after a little struggle, I was successful in freeing them from their chains. The silver had left angry red marks on their skin, and I could see the relief in their eyes as the restraints fell away.

he said pointing to the broken shackles. I rolled my eyes at him and he waved his hands dismissively, smacking his tongue at the roof of his mouth. “It was silver. But it didn’t burn you. I still haven’t recovered from its stings, but here you are perfectly fine, and you and Keith are actually way more connected than you think,” he babbled. “What do you mean silver?” He dashed towards the chains and picked it up. He flinched and dropped it almost immediately after he picked it up.

Arwen's voice came out as more of a plea as she said only one word “please” “I like it when you beg, my love. Soon I will have you begging for more” He kept his eyes locked to hers as his hands continued on their path up her legs until they found their destination. He broke eye contact as he ruffled up her skirt, bringing a small hiss from Arwen as his hand touched the hem of her dress. Unsure what happened, Zayn looked at the hem of her dress, lifting it slightly, to see a silver chain locked around her thigh. Arwen had a thin angry red line on her skin from the silver chain and a confused Zayn looked up to Arwen. Silver was highly poisonous to their kind, so why would she do this to hersel

Lips descended down the side of her neck, leaving behind a hot trail of kisses and bites. A breathy moan escaped her lips as those lips kissed its way up before it made its stop just below her left earlobe, nibbling the skin behind it. "I have something for you," he breathed against her skin, making her shiver deliciously. Her eyes fluttered open when he felt his hands leave her waist and then her eyes proceeded to widen in surprise when he put on a beautiful silver chain with a diamond pendant around her neck. She inhaled sharply as the cold metal touched her heated skin. The chain sat docilely, the diamond twinkling and winking as they caught shreds of candlelight.

“There is no such thing as black magic. It's just a tool. Magic can not be evil or good. It’s the people who use it that make it good or evil.” “Wise words for someone younger than me.” Silver scoffed. “Enough of that. We have to find a way to sneak out of here.” Silver jerked his head and looked around. “Why not just leave that part to me. I need you to duck right about.... now!” “What do you mean...” Silver screamed. Silver barely evaded the chains, which appeared out of nowhere. Chains were black with a sharp arrowhead. It was linked in a series of rectangular metal studs with sharp edges that seemed strong enough to cut through anything. The wagon was destroyed in seconds. Colin quickly