By Sin I Rise Cora Reilly Novels & Stories

The security guards flinched before quickly straightening up and addressing Carol with formal politeness. "Good day, Ms. Smith!" Carol released Alfred's hand, stepped over to me, and with gentle precision, she fixed my rumpled collar. "Sorry I'm late. You're not hurt, are you?" Sienna, tears streaming down her face, barreled into my embrace. "Daddy, I don't want you to get hurt!" Alfred stood there, dumbstruck, his mouth hanging open.

“Lily, do you have any wishes for the new year?” Perhaps my expression stood out too much in the middle of all the celebration. Daniel suddenly called my name. “I want a raise,” I said. My voice wasn’t loud, but everyone heard it. The room suddenly fell silent. People slowly turned to look at me. The smile on Daniel’s face disappeared. “What did you say?” He walked down from the stage. He tossed the microphone aside, and it let out a sharp screech. “Say it again.” He stopped in front of me.

It has to be a human with these attributes because, while I always rise again, my humans do not. Over time, I’ve realized that when I’m called, there is always a human who stands out to me, one who calls to me in some way or another. This time, when I felt the call to rise, it was Emmi who called to me. She was an orphan, someone who never had a family, but who always stood up for the underdog. She was the one who would walk through the forest and help the creatures who were injured or trapped. They responded to her, as they would have to me, with trust and affection.

Chapter 45 Evelyn's Pov I felt my tongue scar with bitterness and my throat pulling hard to my stomach as I tried the dress Elena specially brought out for me. It was a Liliac corset gown with silver straps that glimmered under the rays of the lights and a sweetheart V line neck tag to exposed my cleavage slightly. She grinned at me and did a light make up, adding some contour and blush, applying some mascara and lipstick that one would think it's my occasion when it's hers.

CAIN (Listen to HUSHH by AViVA for the vibe) Yona soared higher and higher, weaving in fluid motions through the sky. She was breathtaking, her dark hair fanning out behind her as her wings flexed and contracted; the appendages catching the light and revealing their true colors. She had come for me, I hadn’t thought she would; a broken man like me had nothing to offer her. The soul tie thrummed in my chest, demanding I go to her but I fought it; I knew it was useless and that it was dooming both of us. As time went on I became weaker, sicker and I knew she was suffering the same fate. It was selfish of me, but I couldn’t seem to help it, everytime I even thought of the tie, Verity's face sw

“I killed our parents and took Ivy’s goals in life away. I made her life miserable to the point where her own family disowned her. She ended up having a baby with someone she didn’t love and named the baby Megan. When that relationship fell apart, she turned to the Churchill family, where she eventually married Arthur. Megan was so young when they moved her into the Churchill manor. She was mistreated by literally everybody, including Ivy …” “I don’t understand… how do you know all of this?” “Because I was cursed with true sight,” Cora admitted. Selene couldn’t help but gasp; true sight was scarce, but Selene had heard of it. It meant that Cora could see the big picture just by touching some

The harsh voice barked right beside my ear. A rough hand clamped around my wrist and yanked me from the thin blanket. My body slammed onto the cold stone floor, knocking the air from my lungs. I scrambled upright on instinct, biting back a wince. I didn’t need to see her face. I knew that voice. Mistress Cora. Cruel, ambitious, and blindly loyal to the Alpha she served like a devoted dog. I didn’t protest. What would be the point? Barefoot and shivering, I shuffled into the dimly lit corridor, pulling my threadbare uniform tighter around my slender frame. The night air bit into my skin, but discomfort was nothing new. What unsettled me was the thick tension humming through every hallway of t

A shiver ran down her spine as her mother finally replied. “There is a bad moon rising,” she murmured, her gaze then turning to the skies. “Bad moon rising,” her mother repeated, her brown eyes looking like they were a thousand miles away. Specks of snow settled against Lucinda’s olive skin as she gazed at the sky and repeated the words that didn’t make any sense to Mara. Growing more worried by the second, Mara approached her mother, hoping to snap her out of her trance. “Mother,” she repeated tentatively, reaching out a hand. When her fingers came into contact with her mother’s shoulder, Lucinda finally snapped her attention to Mara.

Sinclair growls a little, irritated, but then does as his brother asks and turns towards the television. To his surprise, it’s an image of Cora. Sinclair blinks, paying more attention now to the words that scroll across the screen, to the picture of Cora glowing with a bright white light, her clasped hands raised above her head.

“What she’s actually doing is creating a martyr. And martyrs are infinitely more powerful than kings.” “I don’t care about the kingdom,” Cassian said. “I care about keeping him alive.” “I know. And that’s exactly why you need to watch him die.” Elara’s voice carried the kind of gentleness that was somehow worse than cruelty. “Because the only thing worse than losing someone is losing them and never knowing whether they faced the end with dignity. The only thing worse than death is death with regret.” Daemon was waiting in the upper room.