Manacled Book Senlinyu Novels & Stories

On his black bookshelf sat a comic book collection that would make Kiaan jealous as well as books with symbols—some of which she recognised from Damien's jewellery. "So from what you said, it sounds like you guys were trying to summon an Alastor," he said as if the solution were obvious. "Exactly what I was thinking," Jess joked. Malus laughed. "These things usually last for a limited time." After going to his shelf and selecting a black covered book. When he opened it up, Jess saw it was full of handwritten script and drawings. He licked his thumb and flicked through the thick, off-white sheets. "Ah, did you notice if there was a full moon at the night of the spell?" he asked.

Thorns sinking into marked flesh like venomous teeth, the man pushed his crown deeper as red fluid leaked through the fresh marks, trickling down the side of a hairless chin. He was naked again. Like he was. Like he'd always been. Like he'd always be. The small book of scriptures, lay in front of him, as always. The worn out edges of the old Bible touching his bare knees. The stained pages showing powerful spiritual words which were going faint from age.

Chapter 2: The Whispering Archives The Whispering Archives stretched endlessly around them, floating bookshelves drifting like lazy clouds while glowing tomes hummed softly with forgotten spells and ancient knowledge. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment, ink, and faint ozone from active magic. Elyndor floated weightless in the center of a suspended platform, wrists and ankles bound by warm, pulsing silk ribbons that Lord Sylas had summoned with a lazy flick of his fingers. The ribbons held him spread open, body slightly arched, completely exposed under the soft blue light of the floating orbs.

"No... it can't be. He was sealed in the underworld!" Through the smoke of the burning forest, the heavy, metallic footsteps of a new presence approached. The air temperature in the grove plummeted to below freezing in an instant. A suffocating, ancient aura—one that made Selene’s magic look like a child’s toy—suffused the clearing. Through the mist stepped a man with long, pitch-black hair and eyes that burned like literal hellfire. He wore ancient, royal armor made of dark obsidian, and in his hand, he held the twin to the blade currently resting in Lucien's chest.

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.

Matteo Moretti’s gaze nearly brought Catalina to her knees. His words echoed in her mind, each phrase sinking like stones into a bottomless well: You shall pay for your father’s sins. Though her whole body shook, she forced herself to breathe, to stay calm. Every instinct screamed at her to flee, but there was nowhere to go. The doors had closed behind her, trapping her in this gilded prison under the watchful eye of the man ruling this empire of shadows.

The truth is probably that they're bitter that they don't have the natural abilities supernaturals do. "Think, Nora," I mutter to myself. "Think." If only I could remember that spell that’s said to break any magicked lock. My mind is foggy, though, and I suspect that’s the result of yet another one of the Silver Hunters’ spells. "There's no way out of here," a man in the cage next to me says--he told me he's a cook at the school. "The Silver Hunters have already won." "Well that's not very positive," I snap at him. "What's your name, anyway?"

Linus demanded hoarsely. "I'll give you one last chance, Ashton! I'll give you a dignified end if you grovel before me and beg for mercy. Otherwise, I'll plunge you into eternal damnation, never to be reincarnated!" Selene stomped her foot as her semi-otherworldly realm killing intent surged, unleashed alongside her domain. Linus suddenly held a cold, gleaming long sword in his hand—having drawn it sneakily—and leveled the blade at Ashton. "Your act of using young girls as medicinal catalysts is something only monsters are capable of! You deserve to die for it! I'll be passing judgment on you two today!"

Lucien takes a slow, predatory step forward, his immense male Alpha heat washing over the room until the air itself feels too thick to breathe. "Furthermore," Lucien continues, his golden eyes flashing with lethal intent, "I was the one who ordered the Royal Sentinels to drag Cassius Bloodwyn to the dark dungeons. Even if you slaughtered Freya and Rowan right here on this stone floor today, the guards will never release that worthless swine without my personal mark. You are wasting your breath." Lyra lets out a whimpering gasp, her face draining of all color. Elira sways on her feet as if she’s been struck across the skull with an iron bar.