Born Of Sin Sherrilyn Kenyon Novels & Stories

“But I should be here too, and I should be back in Moon Valley fighting Damon. I don’t know how to do it all, Dad. I can’t be there for Ella without failing the pack, and I can’t be there for the pack without failing my mate.” “But why now, why was digging into her past urgent enough to risk this in the first place?” Henry asked, sympathetic for his son, sharing his pain, but also frustrated. “Don’t you think it’s connected?” Sinclair inquired. “I mean, think about what you just told me. Those priests had to have been servants of the Goddess, and they told her she was being hidden, that she couldn’t join the shifter world until the time was right. Then someone inseminates her with my sperm j

A snarl ripped out of me, violent enough to shake the chamber. “Where,” I growled, “are they.” “The Nightfall Range,” she answered. “A pack corrupted by cruelty. BloodFang. They broke what they were meant to cherish.” I could taste their scent in her words. Sour. Weak. Pathetic. “And now,” Nyra said, stepping closer, “she is my Shadow Luna reborn. And she walks the world with the Silver Wolf at her side.” I inhaled, catching the whisper of that silver wolf on her skin. Loyal. Fierce. A good choice.

To erase me from this world of beautiful wolves and powerful bloodlines. But the Goddess never listened. I didn’t belong here. I wasn’t like them. I was the bastard daughter of Lord Damon Blackthorn and a forgotten maid who had died birthing me. A mistake. An accident. A dirty secret that Selene scrubbed and whipped and scolded into submission every day since I could remember. I was a bad omen. Pups whose mothers die while giving birth are to be thrown into the forbidden forest to be feasted on by the rogues but my father had been “kind” enough to have me spared.

Double. And the Kensingtons? Oh, they won’t be spared either. Their blood's just as soaked in my suffering. I lived by their rules in my last life. In this one? They live by mine. And mercy? Yeah, I left that behind in the last timeline.

I slowly pulled the gun from my waistband, the cold steel gleaming in the dim light. “I am the devil incarnate. If you think you can double-cross me by violating our contract and walk away unscathed, you’re dead wrong. I’ll make your life a living nightmare. I’ll drown you in acid, reveling in the sight of your skin dissolving while you beg me for mercy. Anyone who dares to cross me pays in blood, and you should damn well know that by now.” He met my gaze though I could see right through him, the fear that had taken root in his eyes. “Then you better be prepared to fight. You’re not the only one who knows how to play hardball. I’ve got resources and allies you wouldn’t believe”

Before I can stop myself, my head turns of their own accord, making the kiss land on my cheek instead of my lips. I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I also let Leonardo, my brother's murderer touch me, and even enjoyed it. Hell, the past two days, I have woken up quite a few times with my panties soaked from dreaming about Leonardo. This morning, I had woken up with my legs spread and my fingers between my legs. I had kicked off my panties some time in the night during my wet dream. Luckily, I always keep my door locked while sleeping. Otherwise, I won't know how to explain to my parents the reason my gown is pulled to my waist, with panties gone as I touch myself. Sometimes, while

“He’s going to kill me. I will give you my ring, my dress. I am sure they cost a fortune too." I had never sensed this extent of fear in my life. Not even falling off this cliff would make me this scared after seeing his bloodshot eyes. I had seen what he was capable of. The lady at the party earlier had enlightened me more about him. Other than his violent nature, he had failed the popular quote ‘monsters aren’t born, they are made,’ because he literally was from birth. “Okay.” The driver stepped on the brake as he intended to drive past them—or run them over, which I preferred. I didn’t care if I’d be tagged as a murderer tonight, because Jesus knows I’m doing the right thing. I would end

But before he could get to him, a gunshot resounded in the room and he dropped to his knees immediately. Reuel was quicker than him and the man now lay bleeding in front of Azael, who just blinked at him innocently while he was anything but that. "You must know by now," Azael leaned forward and looked at Craig in the eye. "What will happen if you even think of crossing us." He smiled and tapped his cheek. "This is me." Reuel stood up and walked around to face the man who would soon be accompanying his father to hell. "Avenging my brother. It's not blood for blood."

Some years after the apocalypse, it was prophesied that a child would be born of chains and shackles, who would bring an end to the endless suffering. Two centuries later, when the prophecy was almost forgotten, and hope was just a fleeting cloud, a bastard she-wolf was born to a whore in a whore house. Chosen by the Moon Goddess to fulfill the prophecy, she was bestowed with the strength of a Lycan, and born with the eternal flames of hell. Her name was Shannon.

~Amolet We don’t have any other choice. I have to wrap my fingers around Cian’s arm, deciding I’m not about to touch Sinful, and allow him to take me to whatever dark, cruel whole the Sin Wrath lives. My apartment dissolves around, a flicker of darkness being all that I can see before my feet touch ground, and I’m officially back in the immortal realm...And not where I expected to be.