Manacled Book Senlinyu Novels & Stories

It felt good to be getting my full power back, having my beautiful blue dress adorn with blood, maybe I was turning into Avisa myself, she likes terrorizing her enemies. But my happiness was short lived, because I felt hands on my throat so fast, I didn’t even see who was choking me. “Ugh…., let…” I choke in my words; I see the ugly smug of the blonde man looking down on me. “Sirens really are senile, how dare you run rampage in my territory?” he says in a low tone. “See your majesty, I told you this woman was no good, you should just drink her blood now, we have fairies as main……”

He cleared his throat loudly to silence the whimpers in the room and return the room to the pin drop silence that could only be caused by his voice "AS your alpha, i hereby banish you to lay your head to rest on the ground every night on the floor of the goddess's waters". The silence that followed was deafening. The only sound to be heard was the sound of a Slave woman falling presumably to her death. ................................................................................................................

Like anyone else with rank, his robes were elaborate and brightly colored, his bore cranes in flight among the clouds. Tien cast his spell to allow the young couple to speak with the lord. Zinjo stood in silence next to Aurelia. "Do I bow here?" Aurelia asked Tien. "You are a princess, and he is a lord. Your station is still higher than his," Tien seemed amused by her concern, "Aurelia, princess of Shadowfen, this is Lord Nian Zhen of Sēnlín zhī jiā, you may call it Senlin for short."

Cristian clenched his fists, feeling the nails break the flesh under them, in order to avoid hitting the man in front of him. Serguei, the alpha of his pack, looked him up and down with a mischievous smile on his face, enjoying the scene, teasing the minors was always a great pleasure for him. He watched as his beta relaxed his muscles, giving up in the end, something totally alien to his nature, but it was the best solution to a war he couldn't win.

It sent a spark through her. “Stay on my right,” he murmured. “I know the formation,” she said. “Not why I said it,” he replied. She didn’t ask. Rain turned the alleys into muddy streams. Ashley rode behind Nolan’s bike. Jax covered them from the side. Ace’s voice came through her earpiece. “Two guards at the north door. One smoking, one on his phone. They are bored. Don’t give them a reason not to be.” “Copy,” Ashley whispered.

“The rest, I fake it.” I laughed. “That’s comforting.” The air got cooler as we moved toward the back. The books here looked older, the gold on their spines faded. “This section’s different,” he said, his voice dropping. “It’s about the Moon Goddess. The old stories. The real ones.” My eyes landed on one thick book. Sovereign Blood: The Unbroken Line. My hand pulled back before I even touched it. Lucian saw. “You know that word.” “Sovereign,” I whispered. The word felt too heavy for this quiet place. “It’s your rank.”

The man placed Selene's palm on a large, ancient-looking book bound in black leather, covered with strange symbols. She was all smiles as she answered, “Yes.” The priest-like man turned to Lucien. “Do you promise to protect your Luna, uphold the laws of the pack, and guard its legacy against all who would threaten it?” He placed Lucien's hand on top of hers on the book. Lucien didn’t hesitate before he answered, “Yes.” My fingers clenched the bag of glitter and eggs, every muscle tense as my heartbeat thundered in my ears. Walk away, Camellia. Just walk away.

To not imagine hauling her onto his lap in front of the entire class— “Malick.” The sharp voice of Professor Thorne pulled him back. “Would you care to share with the class what elemental traits make a familiar incompatible with shadowbinding?” All eyes turned to him. “…Uh.” His voice cracked. “…If they’re infused with celestial light or any kind of angelic resonance, they’ll… short out the bind and explode.” Silence stretched. Then Thorne nodded. “Correct. Though perhaps next time you could deliver your answer with less… panic.”

Magnus’s POV The night air was thick with the scent of decay and magic. I stood at the edge of the burnt clearing, my robes dragging over charred grass and blackened soil. The smoke from the northern ridge still rose in lazy curls, a warning to the Blackwood pack. A promise of what was to come. Fools. They thought they could stop what had already begun. Selena had done her part. Played her role like the desperate girl she was—hungry for vengeance, easy to manipulate. But her use was wearing thin. She had started asking too many questions, hesitating in ways she never had before.

Bloodmoon Manor – That Evening The corridors of the manor were dimly lit, shadows stretching across the stone walls like silent specters. Selene had spent too much of her life here—too many nights haunted by memories she couldn’t escape. Now, she walked them as an outsider in her own home. Her muscles protested with every step, a reminder of the fight with Kieran. She should have been resting, but her mind wouldn’t allow it. She needed answers. Pushing open the heavy wooden doors of the manor’s archives, she stepped inside. Dust motes floated in the candlelight, the scent of aged parchment thick in the air. These records held the history of the pack—wars fought, blood spilled, betrayals buri