Novel & Cerita Born Of Sin Sherrilyn Kenyon

“It showed a positive result but what Serena wasn't aware of was that those results, like many other things, had been fabricated. In fact, the real daughter of Alpha Rivera was back and it was her blood that was used but they used Serena's name. She was whisked here and there, congratulations were offered and even without being asked if she wanted to or not, she was made the queen and alpha of the Crimson Shadow Pack. You all should be thankful to the Moon Goddess because Serena was brave enough and wise enough to learn and become the best alpha you people will ever see and have ever seen. She has won battles for you, revived dead industries, trained more warriors than you have ever seen and

Ryan This woman cannot be real. It's like God, no, the devil has sent this intoxicating beauty to me, giving me everything I want in a woman all wrapped up in one neat little package. This raven-haired woman with jade green eyes that pull you into her, and her gorgeous body, long legs, and great ass is every man's dream girl. She's an ex-model, which isn't surprising at all. Then, behind it all is a woman who looks like sexually she could keep up with me. And I'm not talking about the run-of-the-mill vanilla one-night stand crap. No. The way her eyes lit up when I wrapped my hand around her throat and hauled her away into the olive grove, most women would have been running for the hills, but

The doors behind them slammed shut with a deafening boom. Everyone jumped. “What the fuck?” Damien shouted, running back to the doors. He pulled hard, but they wouldn’t budge. The windows sealed themselves with a grinding sound, metal shutters sliding down from nowhere. Panic rippled through the group. Then a deep, ancient voice echoed through the entire mansion, smooth and terrifying, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Welcome, little sinners… to The House That Feeds On Sin.” The voice paused, letting the words sink in.

Plagues followed, then the earthquakes that split the continent like a rotten fruit. Everything else mutated into monsters or dust. My name is Kaelin Crown, the last daughter of the Ironvein Clan, one of the few bloodlines left on the shattered continent that could still drop healthy babies without the mutations eating them from the inside. My mother had carried twelve before the cough took her. My aunts had birthed armies. We were legends in the wastes lands, The saying was that : Catch a Crown girl and you own the future. I’d spent my entire life running from the criminals of the Wastes. Constantly killing my way through every scavenging party stupid enough to chase the rumor of fertile pu

" You are in my Kingdom my dear, This is the Kingdom whivh the Elder gods and goddesses lived, We were a race of extradimensional beings and An Unstoppable force, But Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust and Pride tricked us into fighting ourselves " " Just like their names the Five Laws of Sin, They were the originators of our race doom, They were the Laws that caused our race to go extinct, We killed ourselves brutally until we remained thirty, Thirty of us fled away including your mother Diana " " Carrying the baby mixed with the genes of Micheal the Archangel and Her an Elder goddess, She risked her life to save me and pleaded with me to save you, I commanded your wolfy mother to kill her child and

Lucine urged, her voice a gentle breeze. Kynska's chest rose with a deep breath, the sound echoing through the silence. "I was born into darkness," Kynska began. Her voice trembled, the first cracks in the dam holding back the floodwaters of her pain. Lucine's eyes locked onto Kynska's, a steady anchor. "We are here," Lucine whispered. Kynska's gaze snapped back, her eyes refocusing. Together, they braved the shadows. "I was born into Nightshade Pack, daughter of the alpha," Kynska began, her voice laced with the weight of forgotten memories. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows on the walls as she spoke.

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

There was no Father John to taunt me and no one to look at me with that knowing gaze. I curled myself up in my bed. My eyes lingered longer than usual on the Ceiling until they became blurry. The faint sound of children laughing outside, the faded echoes of footsteps, bells chiming. Each time I closed my eyes, I was there again. Standing helplessly, his hands gripping the back of my neck, his breath fanning my cheeks as he whispered. “You were born in sin Simon, but I will cleanse you of that sin.” I turned my face burying it into the pillow, trying to shake off the memory.

Take her measure, her strength, her heart, her worth. And if she is all that he hates—and all that he wants—I'll figure out where I stand. With him. Or against him. For even broken, I am not weak. I am Serenia. Child of Lilith. Born of fire and darkness. And I am done being anyone's pawn. He'd certainly learn this the hard way but first I must see for myself what their obsession is with this woman and what makes her so different.

“The second choice, and which is what happened, was that your parents would have rejected him. And it was you who was going to kill the Lycan.” “Why me? Why would I have been the one to kill him?” “He killed your family, didn’t he?” “I am sure that there was another way to do something about it. Rejected or not, why would I have killed the man to begin with?” “It is your fate to do so. You were born of a sin, and your duty was to get rid of another sin for your blood to be cleared.” She said, making me frown in confusion. “Your mother shouldn’t have kept the eye with her when you were born. Hence, the sin and her punishment.”