Born Of Sin Sherrilyn Kenyon Novels & Stories

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.”

she stood up straight in the chair at the last part, she was being stubborn and it was adorable. I stood up from my chair and walked over to the other side of the desk, leaning back on it near her, her eyes didn’t leave me for a second, “Every living soul is born with angelic blood, the first couple to conceive were fallen angels, and so, every soul has the purest blood and soul at birth, only tainted by sins once they are committed by one’s free will,” I tilted my head and shrugged my shoulders, “maybe, also, with a little help from a whispering demon in their ear,” I couldn’t help my devious grin.

he asked next, his voice tense. And Alice nodded, “Where's she?” He asked again. “I dropped her at an orphanage. Regina helped me,” Alice said. A scoff escaped my lips,what the hell is happening right now? “Does she… have this tattoo?” Noah raised his hand to show the birthmark on his wrist. “Yes, she has it too. On her lap, just like you,” Alice confirmed. Noah’s hands flew to his mouth, eyes wide in shock. “What have you seen her?” Alice asked, worry in her voice. But Noah’s gaze was distant, frozen on something I couldn’t see yet.

Solmyra laughed softly, but there was no warmth in it. “Because none of them shine like you. You’re Seidr-born, Serena. Not just a wolf, not just a Luna. You are the child of forbidden bloodlines. The perfect balance of darkness and light. Your mother was sacred, your father a fool to hide you.” She leaned in, her voice turning reverent. “You are a gift the Moon never meant to leave behind. A rare fruit—unripe, unguarded. And now… mine.” “No,” Serena growled. “I will never be yours.”

I prayed to the moon goddess that maybe in my next life, I would be better, I would do better, maybe I would even be a lycan and not have to be beneath anyone. The light began to grow brighter and bigger, I shielded my eyes as it became blinding, and waited as the light grew around me, defeating the darkness and engulfing me in such a safe and comforting hold. I smiled ruefully, as the light started to consume me. There was something holding me back though, this feeling that someone was pulling me back, but that didn't matter as the light was here, the light had come and I wasn't going back. “I'm coming Dad, I'll see you soon." And finally, I let the light consume me totally.

I looked at her; the birds moved at the window behind her head. "The alternative," I said slowly, "is that a man made a terrible decision and spent eight years trying to pay for it in the only ways he could, and the ways he chose were inadequate but they were real, and he never stopped thinking about the family he hurt." I closed my eyes for a moment. "And the alternative is that his son is not him, and whatever Xander is to me exists separately from what his father did, and I can't let one be the reason I refuse the other." The kitchen was very quiet.

“It is a blessing and a curse sometimes, but the benefit of also being born of a sin.” “You’re a Lycan?” I asked, and he shook his head. Those who often called themselves born of a sin were Lycans. Though they were stronger, had more control over their strength, and could shift at will, they saw it as more of a curse. Maybe it was because of the previous legends that followed their stories, but I didn’t see them as cursed or sin born. “No, I am not. It is somewhat complicated to explain,” “I have time to listen. As you may notice, I can do nothing but lay on this bed until your pack doctor allows me out of the room.” I said and he chuckled. “I am willing to listen if you want to talk about i

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.