Manacled Book Senlinyu Novels & Stories

If only her mother’s books were left intact then she wouldn’t have to work from the scratch, because the counter curse of soul separation curse wasn’t as easy to find as the other counter curses were. With her fingers carefully skimming through the hardcover of the books, Levy read the title of the books printed on the spine. Fire infused scroll of death, Heirloom of the cunning mage Gilford, Annihilation of souls, books on torment and Fangs of eternal bloodlust—— On and on the books went and Levy chose the one that had the title closest to what she was looking for —— Annihilation of the souls, this book seemed like what she was looking for. So, she stretched her hand and picked the books fr

Bo says, looking up at the sky. Iselyn and I help Delia gather the children, while Gray, Bo and the elders get to work setting everything and everyone into place before the moon reaches its peak. When Delia and the children are gone and the rest of the pack is chained to the trees, Gray and Bo take Iselyn and I a little farther out than the rest. “You’ll be okay,” Gray tells me, as he locks the thick metal clamp around my neck. I only nod in response. Much harder than I hope too.

waited. There was some slight irritation where the laser was hitting him but other than that, nothing. Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared. He felt like there was something new inside his head. The robotic voice came again and gave further instructions. "Please close your eyes and concentrate. Imagine a safe place, any place, you are standing inside it. No one else can get in here, this is your personal palace..." Somehow Sheng Chen could feel himself falling asleep. The robotic voice sounded a bit hypnotic and Sheng Chen couldn't help but follow its directions. He did as told but after several minutes nothing happened. He kept trying over and over again and finally after a full hour h

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.

Not because she was slower—but because whatever approached was careful not to push against her awareness too hard. “Someone wants witnesses,” Rowan muttered. Lucien’s gaze fixed on the treeline. “And rules.” The forest parted. A man stepped forward alone, tall and broad-shouldered, his presence heavy with old magic and older confidence. His hair was bound at the nape of his neck, streaked with silver not from age but from power earned the hard way. He wore no armor, carried no visible weapon. But Selene could feel the weight of him. Alpha. Champion.

Using the recoil of the Librarian’s flailing as a springboard, he drove his shoulder into its chest again, fingers clawing for a better purchase on that iron‑clasped tome embedded at its core. The monster roared, stumbling backward under the sudden shift in weight. Chains meant for me whipped wild, lashing the air where my hand had been when instinct made me throw myself sideways into a mound of shredded pages. “Corvin!” Selene’s voice snapped from her shelf, higher and sharper than I’d ever heard it—fear slicing through her usual silk. He didn’t answer. He hooked both hands around the protruding edge of the lockbook and pulled. For a second, nothing happened.

Lady Senna and the armored man flanked him like twin pillars of judgment, their expressions carved from ice. “This is your final trial,” Lady Senna said. Her voice carried through the hollow space, echoing strangely off the stripped walls. It wasn’t loud — it didn’t need to be. It was heavy, each word falling like a stone into my gut. “It is not a test of skill. Or courage. Or power. It is a binding.” My mouth tasted like ash. I tried to swallow, but it stuck in my throat. “You will each step forward,” she went on, her eyes sweeping over us. “You will place your hand upon the book and speak your vow of loyalty. Of service. Of self. And this book will take your words and make them truth.”

Selene nodded her head and there was no trace of sadness seen on her face. Senya smiled as she saw Selene's face. She locked the door and they walked in the same direction. "Sister Senya, do you have another story?" Selene asked, waiting for the moment she had been waiting for every night. "Yes, I do. I found this book in the old room while I was cleaning and I hope you will love this story." Senya answered and they jumped on the bed to have a bedtime story. Selene happily laid on the bed while Senya sat beside her, holding a small thick old book that she had found inside the mansion.

It was like I was being manipulated, my senses barely with me, and my body left with a mind of its own. Where was my dignity? Letting this beast touch me felt so good to think about that now, and now I was beyond redemption, letting him do his thing. I couldn't stifle a moan anymore; I let them fall shamelessly from my lips as he sucked on my belly button. His hand held my hips down as I tried to keep my eyes on his, not wanting him to stop what he was doing.

Seraphina called, her voice strained as she cast a barrier to protect Elena. “Got it!” Marcus shouted, his eyes lighting up as he deciphered the runes. “The core—it’s in its chest! We need to overload it!” Elena’s mind raced. “Seraphina, can you channel energy into it?” “It’ll take everything I’ve got!” Seraphina warned. “Do it,” Lucas said, forcing himself to his feet. “We’ll cover you.” Seraphina focused, drawing on the remnants of her power. As the Sentinel lunged, Marcus and Lucas held it back, their combined efforts just barely keeping it at bay.