Novelas y relatos de Born Of Sin Sherrilyn Kenyon

Serenity, "Moon Priestess," Levante said, his voice low but sharp. "Define Child of Sin." The Priestess met my eyes. The other priestesses in robe, looked puzzled but quiet behind her. Her deep blue gaze held no warmth, only judgment. "A Child of Sin is one born without the Moon Goddess’s blessings. Only her wrath remains." My stomach twisted violently. Wrath? The word echoed in my mind like a curse I had carried without knowing its name.

The man who had promised her heaven on earth the day she gave birth to a son for him. It had not always been like this, and god, she missed him so much. But that was all an illusion now. That man was long gone. His love had been redirected elsewhere and it did not look like it was ever coming back to her. "You're pathetic, Sinora, do you know that?" His voice had a sinister to it that made Sinora cringe. He started to walk towards her slowly, like a predator towards its prey. Sinora’s hand reached across the table, in search of something to defend herself. As soon as her hand came in contact with a table knife, a loud scream broke out from upstairs.

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.

Odessa Kingsleigh - Daughter of the Moon Odessa grew up beneath open skies and ancestral wards, surrounded by the quiet strength of the Kingsleigh lineage. The neko people valued connection—to the earth, to each other, to memory. From childhood, Odessa was taught that survival came not from domination, but from unity. Yet even within that warmth, fear lingered. Vampires were spoken of in hushed tones, painted as inevitable predators, creatures of arrogance and cruelty.

“Because the curse that the old Lycans fear… began with her.” He moved away from the door, as if the story needed more space. “Cernach,” he began. “A Lycan warrior, born from the First Wild Bloodline. Untamable. Brutal. He believed he could mark her. That he could make the Goddess his. Unite her spirit to his flesh.” The silence grew denser. “And Morrigan… allowed it,” Alexei continued, more quietly. “But what was born from their union was a curse.”

Chapter 31 While Damon was away. Zima's POV I staggered to the front, my legs feeling limp and detached from my body. I trembled slightly. The bodies I had devoured lay scattered across the floor, and I won’t lie, I never realized I had the strength to do any of this. I never knew I was an Alpha or that I could shift without the moon’s call. We always believed Aria was the heir, that only the Moon Goddess could choose who was worthy to lead. I never thought it could be me. But now, standing here, I know I have what it takes to fight and to get the revenge I’ve longed for against King Aiden.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

My throat tightened as he turned to a page inked with curling genealogies and painted crests. "Aeryna, bound by covenant and flame, took to her side Gherynil, the First Wolf." He read aloud. "He was born not of pure Lycan blood, but of a union thought impossible, a king of the ancient Khragnir and a mortal woman of the Eastern Vale. Gherynil was strength incarnate, carrying more than the flesh of either race. And when he joined with Aeryna, their offspring bore both her divinity and his mortal-wolf essence."

Caitlyn’s voice shattered the sky. “Blood to light. Shadow to chain. I seal thee, Kieran of the Forsaken, by the right of Moonborn, by the blood of wolf, by the gift of death. BE STILL!” A bolt of energy launched from her chest and slammed into the King’s form. It burned. He shrieked—a shriek that echoed across the land, into the trees, into the mountains, into the old bones of the Earth. Caitlyn screamed too, falling to her knees. The power was too much. Her skin cracked at the edges, silver light pouring out.

As we emerged from behind the falls, Jackson’s security team snapped to attention, weapons ready until they recognised us, and registered Kenny's transformed presence with varying degrees of shock. "Holy shit," Dean breathed, his normally stoic demeanour cracking. "It worked." "Kenny Graystone," Carter said with something approaching reverence. "The firstborn." Kenny took in their reactions with a raised eyebrow. "Apparently, my reputation has grown while I was sleeping." "You have no idea," Jackson murmured, still looking slightly stunned by his own unexpected role in the awakening ritual. "The firstborn of the reunited Royal bloodlines is kind of a big deal."