Feral Sins Novels & Stories

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.

She didn’t realize that she is getting into the scheme of sin that HE wanted her to dwell, and more than what He expect of her to be. “Perfect!” Everyone’s eyes sparks with adoration. While the lights of the camera’s continue to role. Farah is reading the innocent human’s heart that are all tainted with the sins and worse. “Wrath, Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Pride, and Lust.” She whispers the sin’s name one by one. “This world is corrupt and beyond saving.” The reality that no one can even deny, yet it is all according to plan and all according to the wish of one. And none of them have a say to anything nor the right to even change a little thing.

I let out a long, high-pitched wail that bounces off the damp stone walls, my head hitting Silas’s shoulder. "Look at her," the Feral says, his voice thick with a sick kind of pride. He is standing right in front of my face, watching the way my body is being forced to take both twins at once. "She’s taking them both. She’s a bottomless pit for the pack."

Below us, the valleys were choked with the grey-white fog of a winter that refused to end, and through that fog, I could hear the rhythmic, terrifying thunder of Ten Thousand Paws. The High Council hadn't sent soldiers in suits. They had unleashed the Feral-Sins—the wolves who had been stripped of their humanity centuries ago, kept in the dark of the West’s dungeons, fed only on the blood of their own kin. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my Sunset-Gold Fire rolling off my skin in waves of heat that melted the permafrost beneath my feet. My claws, elongated and obsidian-sharp, twitched with a hunger I hadn't felt since the first night I shifted in the Square.

I wanted to shout it, but my jaw was so tight that there was zero possibility of me uttering words. “Satisfied?” I spat. “Definitely.” “Isn’t it theoretically impossible that you could be? Since you haven’t been sated in over twelve hours. Isn’t that a lifetime for your breed?” “Eternus, you mean?” “Or hound.” I added. Seeing him tense in a way that was subtle enough someone else might not have known it. The Wanton’s Way Brothel, Feral Fey Country Feral Fey Country was especially dangerous. Because it was filled with Feral Fey...

The purple of the flame indicates something specifically related to The Dark. I find them deep in the Khangai mountains of Mongolia. The closer I get, the more it feels like something is wrong. I can feel their pain, but it is so raw and animalistic, I can’t pinpoint what's causing it. Seraph runs countless miles until their scents are strong enough for a good, long howl to summon them. She waits until she feels their presence. I can’t smell Cora or Dante, but two of the Feral are waiting for me in the thick trees. When I'm sure they are watching, I shift back to my human form and call out to them.

Vikram Singh questioned her with confusion clearly lingered in his voice ignoring his question Erica starts singing “A tale I tell you of 8 sins First comes pride, you can try but can never hide Second comes greed, you can wish but can never be freed Third comes wrath, you can run but it follows your path Fourth comes envy, you can break but it still so friendly Fifth comes lust, you can hold but it will break your trust Sixth comes gluttony, you can attempt but it’s your destiny Seven comes sloth, you can watch till it makes you rot And now I tell you last and deadliest of them all

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

11 Kristen This was who I was. A characterless bitch. It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was bound to be one someday, I knew it since the day I saw my mom doing it with an unknown man, it was in my blood. Everything that had been happening to me was my destiny, name it the beginning of my journey, because when someone drowns in it, nothing can ever take him out of it. That’s what mom wanted me to become but I was a disrespectful child who always went against her. And today, that’s how I was repaying for my sin. Here I was, ready to get laid on someone’s bed, and most of all, with all my contemporary consent. It wasn’t like he was forcing me, it was my body that failed to behave modestly, and I c

I want to get angry right now and say bad things to Elijah just to make me feel better. I want to shout at him. I want him to bear the feelings I feel right now. But the question is, will he feel it? I'm not even entirely sure if he loves me. For now, I have to bear this pain alone. But suddenly it occurred to me that I had also sinned Elijah. I slept with another man. I feel I have no right to blame. I feel like I'm angry but withdrawing that right because of the sin I did to Elijah. "Son..." Papa Elias turned to me.