Manacled Book Novels & Stories

Instead of using a lock an organic substance that resembled thin hardened vines or entwined prickly twigs wrapped around the cover and held it closed. They appeared to have a slight nearly living pulse. I scowled curious. What sort of book was this and why was it bound this way? I tugged harder my fingers grazing the rough intricate surface as I attempted to untangle the odd binding. Then a piercing burning pain. I let out a gasp. I looked down at my finger as I flinched away dropping the book with a loud thump. My skin had a thin deep line that was already crimson and dripping blood. With a sharp hiss of pain I muttered a curse. I had been deeply and sharply cut by the binding.

“You will stay here with me, daughter! If I have to bind you both forever, then so be it!” Camela gasped for breath as the chain pressed against her neck painfully. “I…will…not…obey!” she shouted through pain. Her father growled loudly, shaking the chamber with his rage. “Then you will break!” The chains pulled even harder, causing the ground beneath them to tremble violently. The maid reappeared, standing in the shadows near the desk. Her soft voice sliced through the noise around them: “Camela. The book holds power because it is written with your blood. Tear the book, and the chains will break. But be warned…if you do that, you'll also tear a part of yourself. Are you ready for that?”

I yelled at the man standing near the fire. The one holding the heated rod rushed toward me and extended the rod. Heat seeped through the leather gloves as I grasped the metal, but it was bearable. Varo kept shaking his head while one of my men tied a cloth around his mouth to keep his cock inside and when his eyes fell on the bright reddish-yellow tip of the metal rod, he tried to shift back.

Sienna The suffocating silence of the bar seemed to press down on my chest like a physical weight, making it incredibly hard to draw a full breath. I slowly pulled my hand back out of the hidden compartment beneath the dark marble counter, my knuckles scraping lightly against the wood of the interior frame. Wrapped securely in my trembling fingers wasn't a stash of unmarked cash, a black ledger, or a modern weapon. It was just a book. A thick, heavy, dust-jacketed volume that had been tucked away into the hollowed-out space of the bar.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

It's a tiny bookshop, built into what looks like an old alley. A light glows in the front windows, and the area inside is empty. I don't know why, but I feel intensely drawn to it. "Come on." I cross the street without waiting for him. "Come on, where?" Alec jogs to catch up. A swinging sign above the door says "Alley-Bat Books," and the door handle is worn wood. Yanking it open, I embrace the heat that billows out and step into the bookstore. The walls are lined with bookshelves, and the musty smell of paper and ink fills my nose. A chair and small desk sit in one corner, and a few lamps cast a warm glow.

He prevented his own owner. The necklace on my chest burned hard, and I held it, taking it out of reach of my skin. I forced entry, avoiding making noise of effort. The old man approached the bed and sat down, he groped the search for the book and opened it. I tried to force it in once again. A tension stretched over my shoulders, in response to the effort, and I stopped trying, I watched the old man, wondering what would have triggered that kind of protection of the book so as not to let me get close.

Ezra asked. Sarah walked up to the Sofa and grabbed some sheets and covered herself. She cleared her throat and softly read the book. Ezra opened his eyes. "Not that book," he yelled. Sarah rolled her eyes. "I asked you to specify the book, but you asked me to choose," she pointed. "I said change the book," Ezra was almost yelling. Sarah got up, irritated, and picked up a book about the stock market and began reading it. Ezra closed his eyes, the voice was not the same as the one that calmed him down.

Instead, what Mani had said lingered in my mind. Why had he reacted so strongly when he saw me? “And one more thing—” “Lan.” Seeing him take out the magic book again, I couldn’t help calling his name. “Yes?” “In the illusion created by Mani… is the person you see always someone you truly like? …What if it’s someone you’ve never met before?” “I don’t know.” “Then… how were you not affected by Mani’s enchantment?” Lan looked at me. After a moment of silence, he handed me a diamond the size of a fist, dazzling beyond belief.

I’m not sure how much more I can take… wait a minute. I lift my wrists to the torchlight. Twin silver bands–wide, and seamless–hug each wrist. They’re no chains between them. Nothing keeping me bound to the wall. Manacles. I immediately try to pull them off, but I can’t. It doesn’t hurt, though. I wedge a pinky between my skin and the manacle on my left wrist and feel… leather? Some type of barrier between the silver and my skin.