Novel & Cerita Dark Sin

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

The air grew colder, and the oppressive darkness seemed to deepen as the creature emerged, its figure towering and ominous. The minion she had summoned was no ordinary servant of darkness. Clad in armor that seemed forged from the void itself, the being moved with a silent grace that belied its hulking frame. Its eyes, empty voids of pure blackness, stared forward with a single-minded focus. Each step it took was soundless, as if the very ground feared to acknowledge its presence. A long, serrated blade hung at its side, dripping with a dark, ichorous substance that sizzled upon contact with the air.

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.

As their struggles weakened and their bodies went limp, he fed deeply, savoring the rush of blood—a grim reminder of his own impending doom. Hours later, Damien stood in the aftermath of his actions, the weight of his sins pressing heavily upon him. Yet, even as guilt gnawed at him, he knew that darkness was all he had left. He was a creature of the night, bound to his fate, and haunted by every choice he had ever made. "You shouldn't have been here," he growled, voice barely a whisper in the cold night air. "I'm sorry." He stared at the bodies before him, the regret momentarily overtaking him. "I am what I am," he murmured. "A creature of the night. And in the shadows, I’ll remain until the

It’s a beautiful sight, but one that elicits shivers across my skin, knowing that the vibrant colours and distracting views are to conceal the darkness of Ira. "If this is a trap, I will kill you. Slowly,” I growl at Sinful, who pauses before we can make it to the front gate, painted a bright yellow. He turns, lavender eyes assessing me, a cool expression gliding across his face. "Don't let the power get to your head, pretty mortal."

Handing the weapon back to Reggie who stood staring wide eyed Summer kept her gaze fixed on the now dead man whose blood was steadily pooling around him. "Ruthless." Reggie muttered as an appreciative smile began to spread across his face. "Hm?" Summer asked tearing her gaze from the man. "Is that guy that important to you?" Reggie asked. "I know how much you dislike killing, but you didn't hesitate to kill that man. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Summer admitted smiling. Even though she had said yes, what Asher was to her was so much more than important, he was her light in the world of darkness she had always lived in.

Though a dark, shameful part of me wished he’d walk in right now—shirtless, that dirty blond hair messy, gray eyes dark with the same hunger I couldn’t shake. “Fuck,” I hissed against my palm. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop remembering how easily he’d pinned me down last year. How completely he’d taken control. I really shouldn’t be doing this. But I stroked faster anyway, teeth sinking into my palm to stay quiet. The walls were too thin. The house was too silent. And I was already too far gone. A few frantic minutes later, I came hard, Rhys’s name dying silently on my tongue.

The sacristy smelled of incense and spilled sin—thick, heady, clinging to the air like a veil I couldn’t shake off. I leaned against the vestment chest, legs still quivering, her cock buried deep inside me, pulsing with the last echoes of her release. Her wings enfolded us, a leathery shroud that blocked out the faint light from the narrow window, turning the room into our private hell. Or heaven. The line had blurred so thoroughly I no longer knew which.

It manifested visibly, swirling around my body like smoke that wouldn’t dissipate. Some pack members leaned away instinctively. I saw fear flash across faces that had looked at me with trust just moments before. “I carry this darkness inside me,” I continued, forcing myself to speak despite the shame. “Bound it instead of destroying it. And sometimes, in my worst moments, it feels good. Feels powerful. Feels right.” I looked directly at Darius. “I’m becoming something I don’t recognize. Something that finds justice in death and satisfaction in violence. That’s my first sin… enjoying the monster I’m turning into.”

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.