Manacled Book Senlinyu Novels & Stories

Selene prevents making a sound and also holds the man's wrist tightly. Selene heard the system panics in her head and so, she decisively shut their connection off. It provided nothing, better keep them out. System: ... "I won't repeat myself more, who sent you here?" The man's eyes turn even darker with that shade of blood eyes as the lights also start blinking and the darkness starts suffocating the both of them. To his surprise, she smirked mockingly and lick her bottom lip.

But as wolves braced against a storm older than the moon itself. The council murmured, their voices rising like a swarm of locusts. Selene raised her hand and the murmurs stilled. “She must be destroyed before the chains break,” Selene declared. “Strike her down before Fenris rises.” But before the hounds could leap, something stirred. The fragments of the shattered crown. Three shards hovered around Serena, spinning faster and faster, pulsing with unbearable light: Shadow, black and molten, bound to Lucian’s fire. Light, silver and sharp, tied to Elias’s storm.

"Sara, I can't let you be a Zero. I can't watch you vanish." "Then don't watch," a voice rasped from the shadows. Selene staggered forward. She was barely recognizable—her skin was pale, her clothes charred, but her eyes were her own again. She was holding the heavy, red-bound book that Adelaide had saved: the Red Ledger.

___ Selene’s POV The dim candlelight flickered against the old parchment as Selene traced her fingers over the delicate pages of the book Ronan’s mother had given her. The scent of aged paper filled the air, mingling with the subtle hint of burning wax. She had spent hours pouring over the text, meticulously taking notes on anything that seemed remotely useful. The book contained knowledge lost to time, secrets about the origins of their kind, forgotten magic, and hidden weaknesses that could turn the tide of war.

They were black as night and lifeless, which meant only one thing, and that was she was in a power of black magic, that controlled her still, so, she could easily become a killing machine, again. “Nooooo!“Lena screamed when she saw Sirus dead, and her urge to kill was bigger than ever. “Anna, Gina , quick!” Sinn yelled, giving them a hand. Anna came fast, observing the income. “Hold my hand no matter what, and do as I say, understand?” Sinn asked. Anna nodded and prepared herself. “Close your eyes and open your minds to me”, she said to them. Those two were talking unknown words, while Sinn’s body was like in fever when a silhouette appeared, leaving Lena’s body, which was in trans.

Cillian, his wristblades immediately stabbing into the necromancer’s chest. Sven leaned in close and hissed, “It’s a puppet show.” Cillian sneered and swung his sword down, but Sven wrenched the wristblades free just in time to turn his body sideways, flattening himself against the edge of the bridge. Cillian missed, but swung the blade again, this time from the side. Sven blocked with his wristblades, groaning from the effort, but Cillian pushed down upon them. The silver flames of the blade neared ever-closer to Sven’s face.

My senses are highly aware of the power this room holds within it. “When Ashe led me down here, it was then she informed me Senko was very much alive. That he had created a means by using his blood magic to manufacture a new race.” Althea walks down one of the many rows of shelves, stopping not even halfway, peering at the contents of the shelf before plucking a large, leatherbound, and worn-looking book and turning back to us. “This,” she says,” Is what I thought you were, what he had made.”

“But the way is blocked, other doors and entrances will be blocked by dark magic circles that will take hours to open. What are you gonna do now?” Laylin hummed in thought, “We will need to make an entrance then.” They were about to approach a palace's wall when Laylin's eyes glazed over. “Wait.” Laylin's eyes widened. Her familiar eagle was flying above Ambrose at the moment and Ambrose didn’t have the Book of oath. That can only mean... this fight in front of the Palace is just a front! “Sayo! Aunty, Sayo has the Book of Oath and he must be behind Sansy!”

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.