Mistress Of Sin
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"She feeds on souls. I deliver the guilty. Somewhere along the way… I stopped knowing which I was."
Falling in love was never part of the plan; revenge was everything.
Zafira, a seductive and dangerous succubus who feeds on the sins of mankind, lives only to punish the guilty. But when a deeper darkness begins to rise, one even she cannot face alone, she is forced to break her rule of isolation and partner with a human.
Cole’s life is destroyed in a single night when he returns home to find his pregnant wife brutally murdered. Devastated and consumed by rage, he vows to uncover the truth and destroy those responsible.
When Zafira and Cole cross paths, they form a reluctant alliance; hers born of necessity, his forged in grief. Together, they dive into a hidden world of monsters, corruption, and blood-soaked secrets.
But as revenge pulls them deeper into darkness, they must face one truth: vengeance doesn’t just destroy enemies… it changes the ones who wield it.
General Warning: 18+ Mature Content | Violence | Dark Themes
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Chapter: 5Cole came home after sunset to his empty apartment. He hung his trench coat on the hook on the kitchen door. The kitchen lay in shadow; only a small bulb above the sink provided light. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of beer. Maybe he could relax.He had just popped the cap and taken a swig when he noticed the unusual chill in his apartment. This wasn't the first time he had thought to call the landlord to fix the heater, but the temperature outside wasn't all that cold before he came in.Cole stepped toward the thermostat, and then stopped suddenly. A foreign scent tickled his nostrils. He recognized that smell, but it shouldn't be in his apartment - a mix of lavender, cherry blossom, and cotton candy. It was the same odor in the room where he found Travis' body. Cole's mind stirred uneasily.He looked around his untidy quarters. Case files and evidence photos lay messily on every available surface. Nothing seemed out of place or missing. The windows appeared to be sh
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Chapter: 4Cole saw the woman he was looking for, with huge bat like wings sticking out from her back and a long tail dangling behind her, sitting on top of what looked like a shriveled up corpse. Her glowing red eyes glared at him, sending a chill down Cole's spine."A pure soul," she whispered.The woman dashed toward the back wall made of glass. Cole fired three shots before she jumped through the glass to the ground below.Cole ran to the ledge and looked down. There was no body. No one could have survived much less walked away from a fall like that. Did she... fly away?"What the hell did I just witness?"Cole was miserably stoic the next morning when he gave his full report to his captain."I know what I saw, Captain," Cole said through clenched teeth. He desperately tried to defend his position after last night's events."This is a complete cluster-fuck, Detective Harvey," Captain Finnegan roared. Cole was on the receiving end of a thorough ass-reaming. "We have the dead body of a prime s
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Chapter: 3Travis gasped heavily, like he had just run a marathon. He looked down at his penis. It was still rock hard, even after the best blowjob he had ever received. No way was he missing this opportunity."There's plenty more where that came from," Travis said, his ego running rampant.She smiled devilishly and turned around, her luscious round ass beckoning him. Placing a hand on each of his knees, she lowered herself onto his lap. Travis felt the tip of his cock poke the molten hot wetness of her labia. His balls twitched yet again, preparing themselves for the blissful pleasure they were about to receive.The heat and wetness from her pussy weren't the only things Travis noticed. On her back were the tattoos of large bat like wings that stretched from her shoulder blades to her mid back. Lower, just above her lovely ass, was a smaller tattoo of a devil's tail, coiled up with a spear like tip."Do you like them?" she asked with a sex-laden voice.Travis reached out to touch her back, his
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Chapter: 2The door shut behind him as Travis led the girl in the sexy red dress into a tastily elegant private room above the night club. A luxurious-looking couch faced a huge television screen mounted on the wall opposite the door. Another wall backstopped a fully stocked bar and a tall bistro table with two bar stools. The back wall, if you can call it a wall, was a single giant Plexiglas pane giving a sweeping view of Chicago's downtown. The Loop pulsed like a living creature outside the window.Travis turned his back to the woman and approached the bar. "Can I offer you a drink?" he called over his shoulder. He eased a bottle of one of his finest Napa wines from the rack and splashed its fruity contents into two small champagne flutes. One glass already contained an inconspicuous pill, colorless and odorless, that quickly dissolved, leaving no trace.When Travis turned around his eyes widened. Both wine glasses escaped his grasp, shattering on the marble floor at his feet. The woman stared
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Chapter: 1"You want to order a drink, or are you going to sit there all night?"The female bartender's abrupt outburst snapped Cole from his trance."Oh! Yeah, sorry. I'll have a Coke, please."The bartender gave Cole a peculiar look. "You came to this club to sit at the bar alone, stare at people, and order soft drinks? Not the usual thing attractive men do here on a busy Friday night."Attractive? Cole never thought of himself as attractive. She wasn't the first to think so, however, whether he knew it or not. He was in his mid 30's, tall, short dark hair, muscular body, and strong jaw with a five-o'clock shadow. Okay, maybe he was attractive, but was it too obvious that he had been spending all his time observing the jam packed dance floor?"I have to be at work in a few hours. Can't go in hammered, can I?"The bartender smiled, nodding in agreement. She turned to fetch him a Coke.Unknown to her, Cole was already at work. A member of Chicago Police Department's Bureau of Detectives, he was
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Chapter: My mate is a witchLucian's pov The tower burnt with such an intensity I've never witnessed before.Frost crawled up the walls like literal living veins. The stones themselves groaned under the weight of it all. Moonlight poured through the shattered windows, catching every frozen surface, turning the ruin into a cathedral of glass and shadow.And at the center of it all, Cressida stood naked and glowing.God, she was beautiful and the mate bond pulsed stronger.Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, tangled with frost. Her skin was too pale... almost luminous. But it was her eyes that stopped my heart. They were not dark anymore. They were pale blue, swirling with light, the color of winter storms and strong ice.She had made wings.Not griffin wings in the way the old stories told. These were ice...shards of frozen light that arched from her shoulders like cathedral windows, dark as obsidian, translucent as smoke. They pulsed with her heartbeat. They dripped frost like tears.She was the most bea
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Chapter: My mate is a witchLucian's pov The tower burnt with such an intensity I've never witnessed before.Frost crawled up the walls like literal living veins. The stones themselves groaned under the weight of it all. Moonlight poured through the shattered windows, catching every frozen surface, turning the ruin into a cathedral of glass and shadow.And at the center of it all, Cressida stood naked and glowing.God, she was beautiful and the mate bond pulsed stronger.Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, tangled with frost. Her skin was too pale... almost luminous. But it was her eyes that stopped my heart. They were not dark anymore. They were pale blue, swirling with light, the color of winter storms and strong ice.She had made wings.Not griffin wings in the way the old stories told. These were ice...shards of frozen light that arched from her shoulders like cathedral windows, dark as obsidian, translucent as smoke. They pulsed with her heartbeat. They dripped frost like tears.She was the most bea
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Chapter: The last of her kindCressida's povThe lights went out all of a sudden and I knew that second things just went down the drain.Wolves shouted. Benches scraped. Somewhere,I heard the sound of glass shatterinI stood frozen on the ice, my binding screaming, my hands outstretched. I couldn't see Lucian. Couldn't see Raven. Couldn't see the enforcers with their drawn blades.Then the emergency torches flared to life.Blue flame. Unnatural. They lined the walls, casting long shadows that danced like living things.Cassius Vane was gone.Marcus Voss stood at center ice, his hand still on his blade, his eyes scanning the darkness. "Find him," he growled at his enforcers. "Find the vampire."But I wasn't looking for Cassius.I was looking for Lucian.He wasn't there.The spot where he had been standing was....empty.The boards behind it were cracked. And there was blood.A small smear. Dark red. Fresh.No. This can't be happening. His blood belonged to my family as repayment. "Lucian!" My voice ripped through
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Chapter: The lunar councilLucian's pov I had been expecting then and they arrived at dawn.Three wolves, their black coats embroidered with the silver crest of the Lunar Council. They didn't announce themselves. Didn't knock. They simply appeared in the courtyard, standing like statues and waited.The snow fell around them but never touched them.I watched from my window. My wolf stirred...not with recognition, but with warning. These were not allies. These were judges.Marcus Voss stood at the front.Damon's father. Built like his son; broad, thick, brutal...but his eyes were colder. Older. He had killed more witches than I had heard of. He had killed more wolves, too. The council didn't send him for conversation.I dressed in my formal blacks. Pinned the Alpha's crest to my chest then walked down to meet them.The courtyard was empty. The students had been warned to stay inside. Even Sha was nowhere to be seen.Marcus didn't offer his hand."Alpha Thorneval," he said. His voice was gravel. "We're here for t
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Chapter: You're not my AlphaCressida's povThe moment we shared last night was just...so perfect as much as I hate to admit it.He sounded really sincere about everything, about the witches, about how things were, about me.What the hell was I saying back there??Instead I found myself blushing.The library was really cold.I didn't want to be here.But Raven had insisted. Something about Morwenna's private collection, something about Salem records, something about proving Cassius Vane had been there during the trials.I sat at a long wooden table, a stack of leather-bound journals in front of me, my chin resting on my palm. Raven was across from me, already buried in a book so old the pages crumbled when she turned them."You're not reading," Raven said without looking up."I'm absorbing.""You're brooding.""Same thing."Raven sighed. She pushed a journal toward me. "Look. Salem. 1692. There's a list of coven members here. Some of the names match the ones you said your mother mentioned."I glanced at the page.
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Chapter: You're mineLucian's povAfter all the chaos, I stayed by Cressida and checked on Raven. Then figured I had to attend to other oreddung matters. Like the Fae.I gave both Cressida and Raven strict rules not to come out and then I confronted Vivienne that night.She was in her quarters; a suite in the east tower, overlooking the frozen gardens. The room was warm, too warm, filled with candles and silk and the smell of something rotting beneath perfume.I didn't knock. I pushed the door open and walked in.Vivienne stood by the window, her back to me. Her copper hair caught the candlelight. Her reflection in the glass showed someone beautiful...but I had seen what was underneath."You're dying," I said.She turned. Her glamour was intact; golden eyes, glowing skin, a smile like honey. But I noticed the way her fingers gripped the windowsill. Too tight. Too desperate."We're all dying," she said. "Some of us just faster than others.""You've been killing. Witches. Wolves. Anyone with power."Vivienn
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Crestville Academy: The Weeping Star Elf
"I came to Crestville for a cure, but the only cure is a tear from a love I've never been worthy of"
Iris was born under a weeping star...an elf too powerful for her own good, yet looked down upon by her own kind. When a strange disease begins turning her people to frozen ash, she infiltrates Crestville Academy, a brutal medieval fortress where vampires, werewolves, and fae heirs train in a savage hierarchy. Her mission: find the cure before her sister dies.
But the cure is impossible. It requires the mingled blood of all five bloodlines...and a single tear shed from true love.
Three dangerous alphas stake their claim on her the moment she arrives. Kaelen, the wolf heir who swears to protect her with his feral heart. Drystan, the vampire prince who hasn't felt anything in centuries, Theron, the shadow fae who whispers he's waited lifetimes for this girl.
They would die for her. But can any of them truly love her? And how does a girl who has never been loved make three monsters cry for her....when she's not even sure she knows what love is?
Some girls break curses. This one will have to break three hearts first.
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Chapter: The MurdererIris povI was reaching for the bathwater when the world suddei went dark.One moment, my fingers were testing the temperature...steaming hot, the way I liked it, the way Kyra always said would boil her skin off. The next, something rough and suffocating slammed over my head. A sack, pulled tight around my throat.I screamed.The sound never left my lips. Or maybe it did, and something swallowed it whole. Magic. Old magic. The kind that tasted like copper and iron and made my starlight wither in my chest.Hands grabbed me. Too many hands. Rough hands. They yanked my arms behind my back, pinned my legs, lifted me off the floor. My towel slipped. I felt cold air on my skin and panic flooded my veins."Let me go!" I thrashed. Kicked. Bit at the canvas. "Do you know who I am? Do you..."Something hard struck the back of my head.And everything went black.***I woke on cold stone.My head throbbed and my wrists ached. My legs were bare. The towel...my only covering...had somehow stayed wr
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Chapter: The first death after her arrival.Theron's povThe alarm was still screaming when I found the body.I had been in the shadow library when the sound tore through the walls; that wretched, skull-splitting wail that meant only one thing. Death by violence. Inside the walls. No accident. No natural cause.Someone had been murdered.I ran.The corridors of Crestville were chaos. Students pressed against walls, their faces white, their hands over their ears. A group of wolf cubs huddled together, whimpering. A fae noble had collapsed, her glamour flickering like a dying candle. I pushed through them all, my shadows clearing a path.That's the power of the silencing alarm.The body was in the Crimson Tower.I should have known. The vampire quarters. The blood-red windows. The scene was a nightmare.A vampire boy...no more than seventeen, his face frozen in permanent terror, lay sprawled across the marble floor. His chest had been ripped open. Not cut. Ripped. Like something had reached inside him and pulled until he came ap
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Chapter: Someone's deadIris povI woke to the sound of girls whispering.For a moment, I forgot where I was. The ceiling above me was low and vaulted. Four beds lined the walls, each draped in heavy velvet curtains. Sunlight...real, golden sunlight, streamed through a stained-glass window, casting colored shapes across the floor.Not my tower. Not Aethelgard.Crestville Academy.I sat up slowly. The events of last night came back in fragments. Why?The whispers grew louder."Look at her hair. It's silver.""Elves don't have silver hair. They have white hair. That's something else.""Maybe she's sick.""Maybe she's cursed."I threw back the velvet curtains.Three girls stared at me from across the room. The first was a wolf...I could tell by the golden flecks in her brown eyes and the way she sat with her legs apart, taking up space like she deserved it. Her name, I would later learn, was Mira. She had a scar on her cheek and kind hands.The second was a fae. She was beautiful in the way all fae were beauti
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Chapter: Someone would die before the next full moon. Weep for themTheron's pov"Step aside, Serena."My voice was quiet and that was how everyone knew I meant it.The shadowborn princess didn't move. Instead, she stood at the gates of Crestville with her arms crossed, her blue eyes gleaming like she had already won. "You don't give orders here, outcast," Serena said. "This is my territory. My gates. And that..." she flicked her gaze to the silver-haired girl beside me, "...is a dead elf walking."I felt Iris stiffen but she didn't speak. Smart girl."Three hundred years ago," I said, taking a step forward, "your grandmother knelt before my father. She begged for his shadows to protect her bloodline during the Shadow War. He agreed. In exchange, she swore a blood debt...Shadowmere would answer Ashveil's call, once and without question."Serena's smirk faltered."I am the last Ashveil." Another step. "And I am calling that debt. Now."The air between us grew cold. My shadows unfurled from my skin...not the thin wisps I usually showed, but the full, a
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Chapter: She's the weeping starIris pov The frost on my window pane is silver.Silver...the color of death in Aethelgard. Forty-seven elves have crystalized this moon cycle alone. I press my palm to the cold glass and watch the hungry crystals spread.All gone to the disease if not a curse called..."The Stillness"Behind me, my sister coughs.Kyra is fourteen. She should be sneaking honey cakes, driving our tutors mad. Instead, she lies propped against threadbare pillows, her dark hair spread like spilled ink. When she breathes, fine silver dust sprays from her lips."It's pretty," she whispers. "Like snowflakes."I take her cold hand. "Save your strength."The door opens and healer Mairenn steps in and I could have sworn that I've never seen her look afraid. Until today."Iris. Walk with me."In the corridor, torches flicker. Below, the servants were whispering...another had elf crystalized."She has three moons," Mairenn says. "Maybe less."I lean against the wall and my knees don't buckle. They should. "There h
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