Manacled Senlinyu Book 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—"

We used Adrian's yacht that we both owned and designed it because I thought that it would be here to fulfill the birthday of Serenety. I took the necklace that I had hidden from Adrian before, the heartmoon that I had designed in Paris that I was going to give to Lira but I haven't given it to her yet. Those people's blood boils again and I will make sure they pay for what they did big. It will finally give me something and Heart will be able to do it so I secretly smiled. I love her even for a short time and I will do everything to protect her so I will not rush because she is young.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

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.

I turned to look at him, but his eyes were already closed, and his hands were folded under his head. In my guilt, I draped his abdomen with my arm. I even placed my head on his chest, but he only rubbed my back. I reached out under the covers and slid my hand against his waistband to excite his reaction further. Soon, I felt his bulge in my hand, but it didn’t stir. If I did this to Kim, he would have turned me over to devour me right away. But Zed was different. He would still stay limp if his mind weren’t conditioned to do it.

His hand lingered on my arm, his touch grounding me in a way I couldn’t explain. Selene, meanwhile, was rifling through the belongings of one of the fallen attackers. She pulled out a small, weathered book, her fingers flipping through its pages with a speed that suggested urgency. “What is it?” Rigel asked, his tone sharp with suspicion. Selene didn’t answer immediately. When she finally looked up, her face was pale, her expression grim. “This book—it talks about the bond. About what it really is.” “And?” Rigel pressed, his hand tightening on his sword.

My knees buckled, going totally weak, and I had to grab the door knob just to keep myself upright. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. I had been with guys before. I had seventeen boyfriends in my past, and out of all seventeen of them, none of them—I mean none of them—had ever possessed anything even close to what this man had hanging between his legs. It was massive. Big, heavy, hard, and throbbing, thick veins running along the length of it. It looked impossible. It looked like something built to ruin a woman completely. I stood there frozen, my mouth half-open, swallowing hard over a dry throat.

Didn't he want clarity? “Three things in fact. One, I need your blood. Then a hair strand from the center of your cranium, and last, moisture from your orbs..” Namilla prepared her tools, staring at Fenrir expectantly. “I believe all day is something I don't have.” Namilla narrowed her eyes on him so I nudged him, urging him to do as she ordered. A low growl escaped his lips as he drew closer to her old desk filled with relics and left opened scrolls.

I saw how much he had feared hurting me, and how much he had hungered for this. He pulled back just an inch, his thumb tracing my lower lip. His breath was ragged. "Elara... if we do this, if we fully bridge the gap, there’s no turning back. You’ll be linked to the Syndicate’s darkness forever. My enemies will become your shadows." "They already are," I whispered. "I’m an 'Ink' by birth, but I think I’m a Vane by choice." A sudden, sharp thud echoed from the roof of the cabin.

And the part of me that wasn’t fully mine. Angela dropped the tome onto the nearest stone slab, its pages flaring open in a gust of air. The binding glyph glowed faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat of its own. “Selena,” she urged, her voice tense. “If you can’t push him back, bind him. That glyph will hold as long as you stand against him. But it requires consent. His—and yours.” Her eyes burned into mine. “It’s the only way to keep him from tearing through your flame.”