Novelas y relatos de Born Of Sin Sherrilyn Kenyon

“The blood oath in the Shadow Vale bound me to him for five years. I swore on my life and my wolf. When I discovered Varak planned to wipe out entire bloodlines to create a pure Shadow empire, I tried to stop him. I warned the packs he planned to destroy. He found out. That is when the hunt for me began. I broke the oath. I ran. I became the rogue you captured. The ring you found was mine once. I threw it away the night I left him. Someone in your camp kept it and used it to frame me.” Silence fell between them. Kael stared at Riven, searching every line of his face. The confession was heavy, ugly, and honest. Part of him wanted to pull away. The other part, the stronger part, wanted to pull

I understood that because of the Temptress, my life's trajectory had changed irreversibly. In my panic, those visions from before I lost consciousness appeared again. Those disturbing images flashed uncontrollably before my eyes. My body began to feel slightly restless, but not as violently as before. I took a deep breath and forced myself to concentrate. A cool sensation rose from my core, gradually suppressing the evil fire within me, and my breathing slowly returned to normal. After this experience, I suddenly gained confidence in myself. Life was full of challenges we must face. When confronting major choices, a single moment of choosing good or evil could mean the difference between des

My vision blurred, terror and guilt mixing inside me. “We’re done,” he muttered. “Leave quietly.” And I did. God forgive me, I walked out with another woman’s child, and I told the world my real daughter had died. I did it as a mother. A terrified, desperate mother. But a sin is still a sin. And watching Nina grow into this bitter, angry thing… watching Amara suffer for something she had no hand in… it is swallowing me whole. My fingers trembled as I bit down on one to keep from screaming.

Yet something inside her felt broken, as though the shattering had ripped away more than just an heirloom. She swallowed. “I saw… my blood. Not mine alone. Memories that weren’t mine, lives lived long before me. Kings, queens, warriors, betrayers. They were all inside me, as though the forest forced me to remember what I am.” Darian turned at that, his eyes dark with unease. “And what are you?” The words cut like a blade. Serenya met his gaze, steady despite the tremor in her voice. “I am the last of the Starborn line. My blood carries the right to the throne, and the power to bind shadows and stars together.” She paused. “But it also carries a curse.”

I said. “Tell me about Sinclair. Why is Aric being her brother hard for you to believe?” I explained Sinclair’s history. Explained how she was also a hitman. She was human and turned by Isaiah. Then I explained how she was an orphan and bounced from one abusive foster home to the next, until the last home. When she came here, she started looking into her birth parents, only to find out she was a twin and her sister was murdered in the same fashion as her parents, and a DNA test resulted in her being Aric's brother, which means she was probably a wolfless omega and that’s why everyone thought she was human, including herself.

Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk. However, that was when I heard the boy in my belly telling me he would stay with me after the divorce—that he would disown his jerk of a father. As such, I was convinced to abort my daughter and keep the boy, only to realize that it was the start of my nightmares. It was only in death that I realized Tina had planned everything. The boy was never my son, but a demon incarnate. Worst of all, I was beguiled into killing my own daughter!

she breathed. The shadow stroked her cheek. Her skin went numb and burning all at once. “You are the daughter of the Lost Moon. A lineage erased by gods. A bloodline that should never have returned.” Lyra staggered back— but the shadow followed, hovering inches from her face. “You were born for me,” it whispered, voice trembling like fractured glass. “Born to open the Veil. Born to break the world.” Rylan roared, fighting the shadows binding him. “NO—SHE IS NOT!”

As she read, her lunar-flame aura flickered, casting pale light across the text: “From ash and shadow rose the first Moonborn, wrought not of birth but of covenant. Dark gods; Chaos, Maw, and Veil, pledged their essence to forge a champion. This child would bear the blood of mortal and divine, tethered always to the Void’s hunger….” Her breath caught. “This… this isn’t Selene’s bloodline.” Ryker leaned in. “What does it say?” Nyra’s voice shook. “It says I’m... ” She paused, unable to swallow the words. “I’m not a daughter born in moonlight. I was… crafted.”

“Alright. I’ll rephrase my question. Even though Connor was aware of my intentions to propose to Janet, he went against us and betrayed our trust. Why? Why did he kill my dad?” “Your dad deserved to die! Connor was wronged by your family. Your bloody grandfather destroyed him! And then he planned to kill him. Connor just reversed the game.” “Be honest with me, Alex. You’re testing my patience!” Sebastian grabbed his collar and pulled him up as he rose to his feet. “Why did Connor kill my dad?“ he growled in his face, making Janet’s heart race as she watched their intense standoff. “Because Anton deserved it,” Alex answered and chuckled. “You all deserve a fate worse than death,” he said, his

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.