Manacled Book Senlinyu Novels & Stories

“You’re the first person I’ve met who actually picked Lincoln! We must be soul sisters! Have you read the entire series?” Of course I have. I’d spent countless stolen hours curled up in the suffocating corners of my old Lumiville room, blankets pulled tight, pages pressed to my face, sneaking through the series that Sylas had grudgingly bought for me. I imagined myself as the female lead, the one both Gary and Lincoln were obsessed with—the darker obsession belonging to Lincoln, who’s willing to spill blood and cross every line for her. Countless mornings, I’d woken with dark circles under my eyes, but I never regretted a single second.

he said flatly. Seraphina eyed the book. Strange symbols were carved into the cover. Her fingers hesitated before she touched it. “This is Arcadia’s Book of Order,” the man explained. “Sacred laws passed down from our ancestors. Repeat after me.” She nodded faintly. “I, Seraphina Wilson…” “I, Seraphina Wilson…” she echoed, voice barely above a whisper. “…will speak nothing but the truth.” Word by word, she repeated the oath. Another council advocate stepped forward. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with flaming ginger hair, a sharp mustache, and cold, calculating eyes.

“Your mother tried to shield you from all this. But the Council has found you anyway. They will never stop. They fear what you could become.” “I don’t even know what I am,” Serena whispered. Nael stepped forward, ignoring the raised spears of the guards. “Then let us show you.” The moment she reached into her cloak, half the warriors surged forward, but Elias lifted a hand, freezing them. Nael pulled out a thin, leather-bound book — old, cracked, humming with enchantment. She held it out to Serena. “Your mother’s grimoire.” Serena’s hands trembled as she accepted it. The moment her fingers touched the cover, warmth shot up her arm — not painful, but familiar. The binding pulsed beneath her f

This was murder - deliberate, instinctual, and brutal, causing her stomach to lurched. “You killed him,” she said, voice brittle. “He was going to kill Selene.” Cassius didn’t flinch as he wiped the blade on the corpse’s coat. “That doesn’t—” She faltered. “You didn’t even try to subdue him. You—” “He wasn’t human anymore,” Lucien said, picking through the man’s coat pockets. “He was marked... Veil-bound.” Evangeline stared down at the corpse. The wound steamed slightly, as if the man were leaking some poison reality. From his blood, tendrils of dark smoke curled and vanished. Selene groaned and sat up slowly, cradling her shoulder.

“I want revenge. I want to make them all pay.” Lucan smiled, but it wasn’t a kind smile. “Then prove it.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key. The metal was black and looked very old. He placed it next to the box. “Open this book, Serena,” he said. “Show me that you’re ready to see the truth about your enemies.” I stared at the book and the key. Something about them made my skin crawl. The box seemed to be moving slightly, like something inside was trying to get out. The symbols on the cover looked like they were glowing in the candlelight.

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

So I reached for one of the books on top of the pile Selene had brought for me yesterday, a thick volume with a faded leather cover about lost realms and forgotten magic. I picked it up and began flipping through it, the pages rustling like dry leaves. Just then, I heard footsteps approaching so I looked up to see Selene and a guard approaching down the dimly lit corridor. The guard, a burly lycan with a stern face, unlocked the door with a jangle of keys, left it open, then stood at the corner, arms crossed, watching us without a word. Selene stepped in carrying my breakfast tray, a porridge steaming gently, a boiled egg, and sliced apples arranged neatly. But I noticed the sad look on her

Every function bent toward his existence alone. Sun. Moon. Night. He had tried to devour all three. “Not this time.” She grabbed his lines and twisted. Outside her luminous focus, the chamber reacted. The rune circles flared—white-hot, then deep blue, then black-violet. The sentinel planted both hands on the floor, cyan veins surging bright. — Anchoring. Selene closed her eyes, golden luminosity forming a ring around the outermost circle. “Easy, easy, don’t tear yet—”

The shell was covered with black and white patterns, and it had two red eyes the size of ping-pong balls on its head. Floating above the Temptress' back was a crimson orb the size of a soccer ball. That was obviously the Temptress' core. Gus had been right. This beast was really tough to deal with. It seemed to see through Gus' plan to lure it out and had prepared two strategies. If attacking me failed, it could immediately switch to its backup plan. It had actually brought its core that was normally buried deep underground out for battle. When Gus saw this, he couldn't help but sneer. "You beast. You're not completely stupid, I suppose."

The grand throne room emptied in a matter of frantic seconds. Killian moved first, a blur of golden Alpha energy leading the vanguard. Seraphina followed immediately behind him, her hands still faintly glowing with the remnant sparks of her healing magic. Selena hurried after them, cradling the silver-swaddled infant, Lady Luna, tightly against her chest plate, while Kael drew his broadsword with a sharp, metallic ring. Morwen walked unusually fast for someone who spent half her mornings loudly complaining about the dampness in her knees.