Manacled By Senlinyu Novels & Stories

The signet ring on his finger—a serpent entwined around a shattered hourglass—glinted in the fading amber light of the vaults. "Niece?" Panni rasped, struggling to find her voice. She leaned against Jinyan, who had already transitioned into a defensive crouch, his body shivering from the massive energy discharge he had just grounded. "Jinyan has no brother named Lucien. The Lu-Sheng line is—"

Her eyes…when they’d been open…had been silver. Not purple. Silver. Like his. “What did he do?” Marcus’s voice was hollow. Shocked. “What did he DO to her?” “He bound her.” Lydia’s face was streaked with tears. “Completely. Permanently. She’s… she’s not ours anymore.” “She’s his,” I whispered. The words like glass in my throat. In the courtyard, Sylvester stood. Cradling Selene’s unconscious form like she was precious. Like she was his greatest treasure.

Chapter Seventy-Three Walking into Marcus and Louis’ bedroom I let out a sigh, Sin was sprawled across the bed. The metal of the cuffs glinting in the dim light of the room, holding his hands in place above his head. His face was more relaxed than any other time I had seen him, his eyes were closed.

So, she quickly took all the information from the middle-aged man and then knocked him unconscious using the sleeping powder created by Long Chen. "Guards!" Shen Yin'er called out, her expression turning cold. She looked different from her previous seductive self; she was more like an ice maiden, cold and distant from the world. "Yes, miss," replied the two guards who entered and knelt in front of Shen Yin'er. "I have sealed this man's power. Now take him to the prison. Tie him up and make his life more interesting by making him experience things he has never experienced before. Understood?" Shen Yin'er said coldly.

a deep baritone echoed slightly somewhere above my head on the floor. “She is a bitch,” I heard curses from the man who had his fist gripping my hair tightly to the floor. When my vision cleared, he released my head, and I looked up to the tall, towering figure whose eyes never left mine... his broad shoulders blocking the light from illuminating the carriage. A nose ring dangled softly on his nose, and the aura wafting through him reminded me of Callum even in my pain.

Without explanation, Nutty waved his hand, signaling for Sarah to come home with us. On the way, he told Sarah about the Temptress. He pushed both of us into the inner room when we reached home, closing the door while instructing, "Sarah, watch over Alex. Don't let him run outside. I'm going to the other end of the village to get my uncle." The door had barely closed when Nutty pushed it open again. He removed an amulet from around his neck and handed it to me with grave emphasis. "Hang this amulet behind the door. No matter who comes, don't open the door under any circumstances."

Physical traits. My hand moved without thinking, brushing lightly against the side of my ear. I had always been told I was human. I had believed it, because there had never been anything to question. But now, standing here, reading this, it didn’t feel like the truth anymore. It felt like something I had been made to believe. I swallowed, my throat dry as I forced myself to keep reading. Such bindings require a blood anchor. Only one of the same bloodline, most often the mother, may cast a seal strong enough to hold royal magic for extended years. The cost is great, and the spell cannot be undone by the caster once completed.

“Take him back and bind him above the Immortal Pool. Prepare the array.” “Yes!” The Sentinels immediately moved. Above the Immortal Pool, dark chains extended from all sides, binding Andrius securely. They were chains made of black gold and inscribed with runes. Even Arcane Immortals would not be able to break free. Furthermore, Andrius was severely injured and unconscious. Moments later... “Lord, everything is ready.” Gaius brought the materials for the array and a large vat of fresh blood. It was the cheapest beast blood they could find.

Selene stood at the center of that silence. Her wrists were bound in iron that shimmered faintly with wards, designed to bind not just flesh but magic. The sharp arch of her cheekbones, once a weapon in courtly smiles, now only framed eyes too wide, too frantic. She tried for composure — chin lifted, lips pressed thin — but her breathing betrayed her. Lucien did not look at her. He stood beside Zaria, hand grazing hers just enough that she could feel his pulse: steady, deliberate, as though commanding her to anchor herself to his rhythm.

He stripped off all the clothes from both of them cleanly and efficiently, and wrapped them together in a ball with the quilt on the bed. Being held tightly naked in a strange man's arms, Lin Yilan had no strength left to be angry or resist. The strong liquor in her stomach turned into a ball of fire, burning her mind into a blur. It seemed as if fire was spreading before her eyes. The world spun incessantly, and a boundless black hole swallowed her remaining consciousness.